Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"I just said it casually. I didn't expect you to really be a translator..."

"I also held the token tightly, but I didn't get a response. I didn't even touch the threshold of the assessment."

"When you come back, the position of the head of the Chinese language department will definitely be yours!"

"That's an ominous statement..." Dalio narrowed his eyes, examining the student who made the beautiful prediction. "Although joining the expeditionary corps to the East Continent is an honor and a very meaningful thing, as the dean said, it will be a thrilling and exciting adventure."

"You may encounter bandits and monsters on the road."

"Occasionally they will use their brains and target the weak."

"A world-wide rift in the plane... the monsters inside must be very powerful."

Even the thick-skinned Alva stopped smiling and whispered, "Yeah, this is not about going out to play, this is about fighting for your life."

They all knew that Moshe's exclusive weapon could condense magic power and exert powerful power.

He also has unique physical skills and agility, which can easily subdue senior students.

But after all, he is a minor without magical powers, not very strong, and looks gentle and harmless!

If I were to be carried to a den by a monster, or if I were to be besieged by an evil organization...

Thinking of this, the second-year students of the Chinese Language Department looked at Mo Xie with a softened look in their eyes.

"I think I have an amulet at home. I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

"There are a lot of mosquitoes near the water. I have a very useful ointment. You can take it with you."

"Mr. Mo Xie, maybe... you need some convenient magic tools?"

Dalio looked left and right, not wanting to be outdone by other students, so he raised his hand and shouted, "Then, then... I'll give Moshe a box of healing potions!"

"Oh, you are indeed Neville, a boy who majored in special effects potion mixing!"

"It's great to have you in the Chinese Language Department."

"The friendship between you two roommates is truly stronger than gold!"

Amid the praise, the corners of Dalio's mouth twitched frequently, as if he was trying hard to suppress the urge to laugh.

"Don't worry, students." Mo Xie smiled and said, "The expeditionary force will set off tomorrow. I will go home tonight to make some preparations."

"What--!"

“What a quick departure!”

"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier! Mo Xie!"

Facing the shocked students, Mo Xie explained: "In fact, after receiving the news from the East Continent, the king immediately issued an order to form a legion and make logistical preparations."

One day of campus life is coming to an end, and the students are taking advantage of this last moment to say goodbye.

"You must pay attention to safety!"

"If possible, please write back often. Ahem... I'm curious about what the outside world is like."

Dalio suddenly stood up, pushed the other students aside, put his hands on Moshe's shoulders, looked into his light brown eyes, and said in a serious and solemn tone: "Listen carefully, Moshe. You are Associate Professor Clapham's assistant and a foreign language translator. Once you encounter danger, the first thing you need to do is to ensure your own safety. There are special people responsible for fighting and defending, so you don't need to rush forward."

He raised the corners of his mouth and showed a bright smile, "So, come back safely and tell me some interesting stories!"

"receive."

Moshe stood up and gave a standard Renekton salute.

The sky was filled with red clouds, the forest was quiet, and an exquisite carriage was driving quickly towards Fort McIntosh.

"Kid, you're back."

Standing at the gate to greet him was his stepmother Wen Li, who had long bright red hair and gentle eyes.

Mo Xie bowed slightly and said, "Good evening, ma'am."

"Have you had your dinner?"

"not yet."

"That's great, let's go to the restaurant together."

The heavy door opened, and the castle was brightly lit, clean and tidy. Everything was arranged unchanged, revealing an extraordinary luxury in its low-key style.

On the long road leading to the restaurant, all the waiters and maids bowed to Mo Xie with a respectful gesture.

Perhaps he learned about his wonderful deeds through newspapers or from other people's stories, so he did not show obvious anxiety and fear as before.

It can be said that being selected for the expeditionary corps was the second and final step to overturn all the rumors about Moshe MacIntosh.

The mad dog gangster who used to act strangely is gone, and he has completely become the wizard Moshe MacIntosh who keeps climbing to the top.

The restaurant door was right in front of him. Mo Xie suddenly felt a warm current around his heart. After floating for a few circles, it actually merged into his spiritual fetus.

This is--!

His spirit fetus was active and his magic power was surging. He used up most of his mental energy to control it so that the people around him didn't notice anything unusual.

Breaking through from a wizard to a great wizard is a great gift that helps the original body complete its shortcomings.

Although it was only a matter of time for him to recover his previous life's realm, as the expedition was approaching, breaking through one level would provide more security and unlock some of the privileges of the ring bandits.

"By the way, you probably don't know yet." Wen Li pushed open the door of the restaurant herself and said with a smile, "Art, your father is the commander-in-chief of this expedition."

As the door opened, she finished her words and the warm-toned interior came into view. At the same time, an invisible pressure surged over her. It was not as fierce and aggressive as before, but like a routine inspection, as deep as the sea.

"Good evening, Marquis." Mo Xie lowered his eyes and looked at the man calmly.

He is different now than at the beginning. He has magic power to protect him and is immune to the harm of pressure.

It is like a protective film that blocks the fluid in the air. If there is no substance to transmit the pressure, it will dissipate when it approaches the protective film.

Originally, Mo Xie didn't expect to get a response from that person, but he didn't expect him to withdraw his pressure and replied lightly: "Yeah."

Mo Xie paused slightly, then sat down naturally and enjoyed dinner with his nominal parents.

The blond, blue-eyed Marquis Mackintosh looks so young that one can't help but doubt his real age.

Renekton is the youngest titled Grand Lord in history. The hand holding the knife and fork is like a carefully carved work by a craftsman. The muscles perfectly wrap around the joints without appearing thick. The protruding blue veins meander on the back of his white hand, bulging slightly with the movement of cutting the steak.

He may be a good husband because his heart and eyes are full of his wife, he is taciturn and silently dedicates himself to love.

At this time, Winry took the initiative to bring up the topic, "Child, I heard that you met Lord Singh."

Mo Xie held the knife and fork in his hand and first finished the vegetable salad in front of him, "Yes."

"We meet again after three months. Is there any difference in feeling?" Wen Li asked while picking up a small piece of beef.

"His status in the temple seems to be quite high." Mo Xie answered truthfully.

"That's right." Winry nodded gently, "Although Lord Singh is still young and only at the level of a Silver Knight, his holy sacrifice is indispensable to the Temple."

“There are many young people like you in the expeditionary corps. This is an opportunity to expand your network.”

"Thank you for your reminder."

Then Winry seemed to suddenly remember something, and smiled delicately and said, "I hope you can take care of Arthurs a little during the expedition. This is the first time for the child to go out, and Art has a heavy responsibility, so it is inevitable that he will not be able to take care of him. If he gets into trouble, let him solve it himself."

"I will, ma'am."

It is only natural for an elder brother to take care of his younger brother, he thought.

The next morning, in the far suburbs of the Kingdom of Renekton, the expeditionary corps assembled.

A knight finished stretching his body, stood on a tree stump and looked around.

The expeditionary corps includes not only members of the Royal Knights, but also elites selected from all walks of life, students of the Royal Academy, magicians from the Magicians Association, and so on...

Something seems to be wrong?

The knight narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on three points in turn.

The commander-in-chief of the expeditionary corps, Artborg McIntosh, is the youngest Grand Lord in Renekton's history.

The agent of the Creator God, Arthurs McIntosh, the savior, and the newly promoted Templar Paladin.

The assistant of the translation team, Moshe McIntosh, a student of the Royal College, used strange weapons and physical skills to quickly reverse his reputation.

He couldn't help but say, "Oh my God, I just realized that there are three McIntoshes in our expeditionary corps!"