Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

At 1106 noon on October 10, 15 in the Genesis Renekton calendar, the high priest Visa of the temple announced something that would shock the world.

After a lapse of 248 years, the God of Creation once again sent down an oracle, pointing out the crisis of the world's survival to mankind, and selected a human agent.

In the Kingdom of Renekton, the name of this agent is known to everyone. He is——

A direct descendant of the McIntosh family who made great contributions to the founding of the country, a shining new star of Renekton, a royal knight... Oh no, the current Paladin of the Knights Templar, Arthurs McIntosh.

A boy who is only ten years old and has not yet entered the social world.

——No. 1 Canvey Street, Wangcheng District, "Sweet Kiss" restaurant.

A noble lady dressed in gorgeous and exquisite Rococo clothing raised her hand to call the waiter to fill a cup of warm black tea for her.

The waiter picked up the teapot quickly, bowed and left. The woman sitting opposite her unfolded her folding fan, half-hid her face and said, "I regret this a little."

The lady picked up the teacup and took a sip. "Why do you say that?"

"I didn't expect the savior would suddenly appear in the McIntosh family." The woman waved her fan gently, as if this could dispel the boredom in her heart.

"I'm sure there are many families eyeing the young master." She said, revealing her greed without hiding it. "I shouldn't have stopped Sophia at that time. Even if she was a mad dog, she was still a direct descendant of the McIntosh family."

The lady put the teacup back on the table and slowly raised her eyes. "But how can you be sure that person is interested in Miss Sophia?"

"You know, Sophia is naturally beautiful and good at socializing." The woman put away her folding fan, her eyes full of contempt, "She was bewitching Mad Dog at the time, and even said she wanted to invite her to go shopping together."

Although she was in a dignified posture, her words became more and more sarcastic. "In this day and age, you still use such an old-fashioned excuse as shopping. You deserve to be called the 'bottom line of the McIntosh family'. What you have done really deserves this nickname..."

The lady looked at her silently, without making any comment.

——In the suburbs, a gathering point of an organization.

In the dimly lit room, several people wearing hooded cloaks were sitting scattered around.

"K, still no news from the leader?"

The man called "K" did not answer him directly, but said calmly: "If we knew the leader's identity, appearance, or some other useful information, we would have found him long ago."

K's voice is not deliberately disguised and sounds very young.

"That's right..." The man who asked the question sighed, "Our leader is the epitome of mystery. We've been together for two years, and yet we know nothing about him."

"Perhaps we can keep a close eye on Arthurs Mackintosh," a woman leaning against the table suggested. "He was chosen as an agent by the God of Creation and has entered the center of power in Renekton. Besides, isn't the leader very interested in him?"

"Q is right, let's do it."

——Clapham House, reception room.

"Brother, it's time to make a decision."

Martial Clapham stared expressionlessly at his brother, Jeromon Clapham, now the Marquis of Clapham, as if announcing his sentence.

Jeromon Clapham gave a bitter smile, "Do I still need to make the decision? Our ancestors have already discussed it."

"It's different." Martyri said firmly, "You are the head of the family. Now only you can fully represent the family."

Jeromon knew his brother's stubborn character very well, "Okay, then..."

However, before he finished speaking, a familiar voice rang out in the hall, "Now the God of Creation has sent down an oracle and appointed Young Master Arthurs as the agent. We must stand on McIntosh's side in the future!"

Lovren leaned on his cane in the void, with a preaching attitude, [It doesn't matter whether they are from the prince faction or the princess faction, as long as they are honest and kind, they are suitable for making friends! What's more, that Master Moshe also found the wizard to rescue Nolan and reveal the true face of that despicable old man. We should repay them! ]

"Lord Lovren, Master Moshe is Master Moshe, and the McIntosh family is the McIntosh family. I hope you won't completely tie the two together."

[Martiri, you have the temper of a bull!]

"Same to you, Lord Lovren."

[Varied--]

"Okay, Martyri, stop talking back to Lord Lovren." Jeromon stood between the man and the soul, and persuaded him in a gentle voice, "And you, Lord Lovren, please don't interfere too much in family affairs. After all, the current situation is very complicated, and the slightest mistake will bring serious losses to the family."

Then he turned to look at the gray-haired, green-eyed boy, ignoring his pale face, and said, "Aiden, you will come with me to visit the Marquis of Mackintosh tomorrow."

The boy named Aiden stroked his cheek unconsciously, his voice trembling as he tried to fight for a chance of survival: "...Or else, why don't you take Big Brother with you?"

Jeromon smiled and said, "No."

——Magicians Association, round table conference room.

"Lord Xuan Ye Saint Envoy, are you really not considering taking that child as your apprentice?" The old man in the navy blue magician robe said earnestly, "He has become a paladin, and he needs to concentrate on studying magic in the future. The road to saving the world is long, and we need a suitable guide."

Griffith's slender white fingers tapped the obsidian tabletop, creating a sharp contrast.

"This is the third time I have answered this boring question, Third Elder. I already have a disciple." His black hair and black eyes almost completely blended into the darkness. The purple light in the depths of his pupils looked mysterious and dangerous. "You are so concerned about the savior, why don't you be his guide yourself?"

The old man seemed not to understand the sarcasm in his words. He smiled and shook his head, "You are joking. I am not qualified."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, the middle-aged magician who was sitting next to the old man and also participating in the round table meeting asked another question: "Master Xuan Ye Saint Envoy, may I ask who your apprentice is and whether he is willing to join the association?"

"He won't join the association." Griffith looked around and suddenly raised the corner of his lips. "As for who he is... you will know soon."

——Mauk Emirate, Chief's Palace.

"I'm sorry, Brother Wang, I couldn't buy your favorite 'genuine leather' accessories..." The woman with waist-length dark green hair and brown skin lay on the edge of the bed, muttering to herself.

"My father is different. Every time he goes out, he brings back something useful. If he keeps doing this, he will find a way to break the curse one day, right?"

"Please, Brother Wang. Please wake up, open your eyes and look at me..."

No one responded to the woman's request, and the sound of sobbing echoed in the huge room.

Lying on the bed was a man who looked similar to her, with thick black eyelashes, delicate and three-dimensional facial features, and long dark green hair that was loose and seemed to be groomed every day, making it look as smooth as satin.

The man just closed his eyes, looking peaceful as if he was asleep.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The woman quickly wiped away her tears, "Who?"

"It's me, Princess, I have news."

"Come in." The woman sat on the sofa and tidied her clothes.

The person who came was her personal maid and bodyguard, also with brown skin, and looked very calm.

"The God of Creation descended upon the Kingdom of Rekton and chose Arthurs McIntosh as his agent. Judging from the reaction of their temple, Arthurs McIntosh should have obtained the power of the God of Creation."

"What?!" The woman stood up suddenly, a look of disbelief on her face.

But soon, the shock turned into surprise.

Brother Wang is saved!

——Fort McIntosh, the master’s study.

The door was open, which was unusual, indicating that the owner was not busy at the moment.

Boris walked to the desk and handed over a letter with a white envelope and a gold-stamped wax seal.

"Master, this is a letter from the Temple."

The current Marquis Mackintosh, Artborg Mackintosh, opened the letter directly, moved his eyes slightly, and quickly finished reading it.

After a moment, a voice without any emotion and very cold was heard, "Prepare the car."

"Yes."