Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

There is no winner or loser in sparring. While the McIntosh brothers were concentrating on their sparring, the children were gradually attracted by their smooth movements, and they stood in a row and communicated in very low voices.

They found that Moshe was very relaxed. Even when facing Arthurs's swift attack, he was not in a hurry. After a simple block, he could find a flaw and counterattack.

When the gun and the light blade intersected and the practice was over, his face still looked clean and refreshed, without even a drop of sweat.

Archibald was the first to step forward, smiling and applauding, "A wonderful sparring match, worthy of being a direct descendant of the McIntosh family."

"Archibald, are you coming?" Moshe raised the head of his pen to signal him.

"I won't get involved for now." Archibald shook his head and said, "In fact, we already got to know each other briefly before you came."

And your younger brother, Master Arthurs, seems to have some opinion about me. He has been staring at me since I started talking.

Maybe I had done something unintentionally to offend him?

Of course, these thoughts can only exist in the mind of the red-haired little duke.

"Okay." Mo Xie didn't feel any regret. His eyes swept across the children's tender faces, then he pressed the button and put the pen back into his pocket.

When the children saw him turn around and go back to the place where they first rested, they were a little panicked for a moment and pushed each other, not knowing what to do.

After receiving encouragement, a warrior finally stood up.

"Senior Mo Xie, may I ask what move that was just now? You looked like you were flying, and your movements were very light."

Arthurs frowned slightly and looked at the boy who came over to ask questions.

We obviously didn't know each other before and were even gossiping, so why did he suddenly act like he knew me so well and even used honorifics?

"That's not a specific move, but the effect achieved after practicing a physical skill." Mo Xie said in a gentle tone, "If you want to learn it, I can teach you."

The boy opened his eyes wide, looking incredulous, "Is this something that can be learned?"

Logically speaking, one would not want to reveal the knowledge and skills one possesses to others, because they can be used as capital for success or as a trump card to save one's life.

But now Moshe McIntosh actually said that he was willing to share the physical skills he had mastered, and coupled with his unusually peaceful attitude, would it be... that he would have to pay a high price?

The Warriors suddenly backed off.

Even though he had received professional education and training and stood out from many of the noble children of Rekton, he was still not prepared to be bitten by a mad dog.

"Of course, this kind of physical training is called 'bodybuilding training' and is suitable for everyone to practice." Mo Xie currently doesn't quite understand the concepts of people in the other world. He just thinks that the boy has no confidence in himself, so he kindly gave him an example.

"Meimi, I mean my personal maid. She is an ordinary person with a small amount of magic power. Now she has mastered the basics of body building techniques."

Hiss! There was a clear inhalation sound from the crowd.

He actually taught civilians taijutsu?! The children couldn't believe what they heard.

What can the common people give him?

Money or power? Neither is realistic.

So this means that getting guidance from Moshe Mackintosh doesn't have to be expensive.

Thinking of this, the boy quickly got rid of his state of shock, and then said in an extremely eager tone: "I want to learn! I want to learn now!"

Seeing that the rumored mad dog actually had a smile on his face and explained to the boy in a kind tone, the other children's thirst for knowledge and curiosity were almost overflowing.

They no longer hesitated and mustered up the courage to come forward and talk.

"Hello, can I take a closer look at your weapon?"

"Sure." Mo Xie showed the pen tip generously.

"Senior Mo Xie, you are a Chinese language major, right? I have a question for you. What does this string of characters mean?"

Mo Xie took the note, smiled after seeing the Chinese words on it and said, "'I was here' means I visited this place once." It is interesting to see these four words, which gradually became cultural dregs in previous civilizations, again in another world.

"Senior Mo Xie, why are you here to attend the memorial ceremony?"

Moshe answered truthfully: "Actually, I don't know the reason."

Looking at the people surrounding Moshe, Arthurs suddenly felt a little annoyed, so he went back to sit on the tree stump and carefully wiped his beloved gun.

Children who are eligible to participate in the memorial ceremony are all highly adaptable.

A moody mad dog? Forced to drop out of school due to a serious mistake? An unlearned waste?

A series of negative rumors about Moshe Mackintosh were no longer important to the children.

Is there any stronger evidence than himself?

The sun rose and the moon set, time passed quietly, and soon it was the day of the memorial ceremony.

This is the largest square in the Royal City District. All decorations and public facilities have been temporarily removed to create a circular area.

On the outskirts of the area are some shops and stores, all of which are one- or two-story low buildings, which are just enough to build simple auditoriums.

In the east of the square, there is an exquisitely carved pedestal with smooth and simple lines outlined in gold. Three rows of round gems of different colors are neatly inlaid on the fat white jade, making it look noble and elegant.

Dang——dang——

As soon as the bell rang, citizens rushed in from all directions, and the ground seemed to shake, creating the potential of a landslide and tsunami. They tacitly stopped in time when they touched the border line, and then started a heated discussion with the people around them.

Directly opposite the platform, that is, on the west side of the square, there is a white platform of unknown texture. I don’t know who it is prepared for.

Dang——dang——

Accompanied by the loud and majestic sound of bells, a knight in armor walked out. Judging from his walking path and demeanor, he was probably the usher in the opening.

Sure enough, after the knight took his position, a group of men, women, young and old with silver hair and red eyes and dressed in luxurious clothes took their seats on the jade platform one by one.

The old man sitting in the center, wearing a luxurious robe, a red fluffy cloak, a white sable fur on his shoulders, and a gold and jewel crown on his head, is naturally the most noble and powerful noble in this kingdom - King Renekton.

The king cleared his throat, and the sound was transmitted to the ears of every citizen through the magic tool.

After saying a series of irrelevant words and bragging about his own achievements, he finally got to the point.

"The host of this memorial ceremony is Mr. Griffiths Glory." After saying this, he slowly raised his hand and motioned for people to look at the west side of the square.

The man who appeared silently, sat on the high platform, wearing a dark magician's robe and a hood, was the second-ranked magician of the Renekton Magic Kingdom and one of the core figures of the Magicians Association - the Holy Envoy of Xuan Ye.

"I declare that the memorial ceremony begins now."

There were no flourishes in the poem praising the Creator God, but it was concise and straightforward, getting straight to the point. And the tone...sounded familiar.

As he was thinking, Mo Xie slowly raised his eyes and inadvertently met a pair of dark eyes.

The man flicked his hood with his slender white fingers, and it fell down, revealing a handsome oriental face.

Mo Xie suddenly felt like laughing.

OK, it's confirmed. It's the master who beat him up every time he saw him and left behind a few treasures before leaving.

His name is Griffiths Glory.