Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Dalio's concerns are not without reason.

All students who have come into contact with Denton have experienced his bad character to some extent.

Reckless and irritable, he never admits his mistakes. Once he suffers a loss, he will do his best to get it back.

This is very similar to his father, Count Gunther, a business tycoon whose business methods were not very glorious.

Of course, Dalio only dared to keep this idea in his heart. If he accidentally said it out loud, he would most likely be scolded by his father.

When will my father improve his ability to judge people?

Look at Mo Xie, who can distinguish right from wrong at such a young age, never deals with those academy cancers, and has become friends with many outstanding people.

Alas, it will soon be the turn of Moshe's younger brother, Young Master Arthurs, to take the stage. I'd better focus on the memorial ceremony and cheer him on.

Dalio shook his head slowly, looking very helpless.

Perhaps he did not realize that while he was belittling his father who was over fifty years old and praising Mo Xie, he was also giving himself a small boost.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy, holding a black lance, walked to the center of the circular venue, then stood upright and performed the standard knight's salute to the four directions.

"The MacIntosh family. Arthurs MacIntosh."

When this person introduced himself, there was an uproar in the crowd.

"What? Wasn't the last one from the McIntosh family?"

"Can one family have two quotas? That's not fair..."

"Who is the first choice, Moshe Mackintosh or him?"

Not only the common people, but even some nobles showed puzzled expressions.

It was surprising enough that the "bottom line of the McIntosh family" was qualified to participate in the memorial ceremony, but unexpectedly, the direction of development of things has become completely weird.

A young man among the nobles lowered his head and said to his sister, "You don't look surprised. Have you known about this for a long time?"

"Yeah." The girl nodded. "When the student union president asked Moshe McIntosh to attend the memorial ceremony, I heard it in the corridor."

The young man took a deep breath, spread his hands, and tried to suppress his restless emotions. "Why didn't you tell us? Look at my father. He almost had a heart attack and fainted. You know, he just rejected a share from the McIntosh family's side branch yesterday... Forget it, I can't explain this to you clearly."

The girl was unmoved. After glancing at him, she turned away coldly, "Yeah, then don't say it."

"You..." You are useless to the family! The young man's face twisted for a moment, and all his anger was suppressed in his stomach.

"For something as important as the Holy Spirit Celebration, the participants must have gone through layers of screening and then obtained approval from those above. Moreover, Renekton's Holy Spirit Celebration has never stipulated that a family can only have one child."

Among the civilian crowd, an old man stroked his gray beard and slowly expressed his views.

"Grandpa Jike is right."

"We just need to enjoy this grand festival."

At this moment, a flash of purple lightning suddenly flashed across the cloudless sky, followed by a loud thunder.

Griffith said calmly, "As the host of the memorial ceremony, I guarantee as the current head of the Glory family that the selection of personnel for this memorial ceremony is legal and reasonable."

"Does anyone else have any objections?"

As the low voice fell, the two groups of people suddenly became quiet, as if a huge dark cloud was covering their heads, casting a large shadow.

You are the titled Holy Envoy, and everything you say is right. How dare we object?

The people avoided their gazes, kept their mouths shut, and sweat ran down their faces.

So under Griffiths' pressure, Arthurs and his opponent were finally able to enter a state of confrontation.

There was no extra emotion in his blue eyes, only pure passion and the presence of his opponent.

His attacking posture also changed slightly from two days ago, becoming less sharp and more gentle, as if he was using a light foil instead of a lance.

Within ten rounds, his opponent was forced to the edge of the field and had no chance to fight back.

Watching Arthurs's smooth movements, Dalio couldn't help but show admiration and envy, and said to himself: "Has Young Master Arthurs achieved his rank? Probably not yet."

Moshe confirmed his words, "Yes, no."

No matter how disharmonious his relationship with Arthurs was, he had a certain understanding of each other's realm and strength after many rounds of sparring.

"Does your McIntosh family have any treasure that can make people stronger? Otherwise, there is no way to explain all this." Dario narrowed his eyes and stared at Moshe and said, "Senior Frohn, you, Miss Euphemia, and Master Arthurs... is this really reasonable?"

Mo Xie was amused by his sour tone, "There are more powerful people and families, but we can't witness them with our own eyes."

Dalio curled his lips. “You’re right, but that doesn’t justify your generation of McIntosh.”

So what was Arthurs thinking when he launched a ruthless attack, forced his opponent to the edge of the field, and ignored the opponent's pleading eyes?

Thinking about Moshe, the guy who has become strange since he was hit on the head by a rock.

This was the first time that Arthurs was questioned in public because Moshe registered for the memorial ceremony after him but appeared before him.

Strangely, however, he did not feel disgusted.

Perhaps it was out of guilt for misunderstanding Mo Xie, or perhaps it was a little gratitude to Mo Xie for practicing with him.

In short, they all represented the McIntosh family and jointly upheld the family’s honor during this Holy Spirit celebration.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in front of his eyes. Arthurs finally came to his senses and stopped the attack in time. The tip of the gun turned and pierced the air, creating an explosive airflow.

"Ah, sorry, are you hurt?" Arthurs stepped forward quickly to check on his opponent's condition.

I didn't intend to use sword energy, he thought with some annoyance.

The opponent smiled bitterly, "No, I thought I was going to die..."

However, before he could finish his words, a strong air current suddenly appeared above him. The originally clear blue sky suddenly turned grayish white, and the huge three-dimensional clouds slowly sank, as if they were about to reach a height that people could touch.

Then the direction of the airflow changed, swirling and entwining around the midpoint of the circular venue, turning into a transparent tornado and creating a gap in the cloud layer.

"what happened?!"

"Wow...Mom, I'm so scared."

"Run!"

At first glance, it looked like a sign of a natural disaster, but the next second, the dazzling golden light projected from the gap, the slowly falling white feathers, and the distant chanting that sounded out of thin air in the ears, made people break away from their state of tension and panic, revealing a calm and peaceful expression.

Is it coming so soon...

There was no emotion in Griffith's dark eyes as he looked at the source of the golden light and placed his palm on his chest.