Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

The knight's voice was not loud, but it attracted the attention of most people.

After reaching a certain level, the senses of various parts of the body can become very sharp without using mental power.

Who gave you the guts to talk about the commander-in-chief's family?

His companions covered their faces and quickly moved away, pretending not to know him.

The one who was mentioned, McIntosh, frowned slightly at this moment, exuding an unfriendly aura.

No one knew what the blond, blue-eyed boy had experienced in the temple, but in just one week, his physique had obviously become much stronger, his muscles were faintly visible under the thin lining, and the coat was completely supported and fit his body very well.

The black lance was no longer beside him, but instead there was a silver-white sword with spiral patterns and high-purity magic stone on the handle.

The other two McIntoshes seemed to pretend not to hear and quietly went about their own business.

"Ten minutes to get ready, line up." The middle-aged man who spoke was named Barrett Lennon. He was Artborg's adjutant, which meant he was the second-in-command of the expeditionary corps and acting commander-in-chief.

His strength was beyond doubt, as could be seen from the fact that his loud voice reached everyone's ears even though he did not use any magic tools to amplify the volume.

On the translation team side, Matthias Clapham began to assign tasks.

"Mo Xie, finish reading this information before arriving at Haizhou."

After Mo Xie took the bound materials with both hands, he started to read them directly.

"Yuri, check the textbook again."

"Ok."

"Bishop, continue translating Zandra of the Undersea."

"Yes."

Mo Xie's eyes quickly swept across the lines of text, and the book of memory in his spiritual world quietly opened, then stopped at the introduction corresponding to the text.

This is a document about Haizhou, including its basic information, common language and writing, indigenous people's living customs, religious beliefs, etc.

Translation is not only the conversion of language, but also the transmission of culture.

In-depth understanding of a region's cultural background and language habits can help translators convey the meaning of both parties more accurately and avoid misunderstandings and conflicts.

“Is he really reading the information carefully?”

"I don't know. It looks like it's no different than 'calculating how many pages a document has'."

"Hurry up and do your own thing. He is the assistant personally selected by Associate Professor Clapham. There will be no problem."

The members of the translation team looked at Mo Xie sitting on the stone, flipping through the papers at a strange speed, and whispered to each other.

Moshe could hear their voices clearly, but didn't want to explain.

When you are out and about, you need to be more efficient. Because the book of memory contains books about Haizhou characters in the exclusive library, this material has been converted into understandable characters in his eyes.

For intangible abilities like this, it is better to let your companions get used to them as soon as possible.

Soon, the preparation time was over and the expeditionary force lined up and prepared to set off.

Most of the members of the translation team have no combat capability and are mainly responsible for mental work, so they are placed in the middle position.

In this huge army, in addition to two golden lions, one big and one small, there were also some people that Mo Xie was familiar with.

For example, the red-haired little duke in the knights, Archibald Elkamo.

Another example is Colin Collet, the president of the student union in the magician team.

They are outstanding in both family background and ability, so it is reasonable for them to be selected.

"Let's go." Barrit Lennon gave an order, and a large teleportation magic circle with various attributes of magic power unfolded on the ground.

The magic circle transformed into a circular platform, lifting the neatly-organized queue into an unknown space.

Judging from the speed and stability of the platform's flight, the magician who drew these large teleportation scrolls must be very skilled.

Of course, even in the simplest guessing game there will be ignorant people, and even in the most stable transmission platform there will be people who cannot adapt.

"I'm going to faint. Ugh…"

“Haven’t you arrived yet?”

"Excuse me, please let me help you, just for a moment..."

Martieri touched his pocket, then supported his teammate with a serious and somewhat tragic expression.

Perhaps he wanted to confirm whether there was any medicine inside that could cure dizziness or teleportation magic, but unfortunately he got a disappointing result.

Moshe approached the team members calmly, took out a clean towel from the storage box, covered their dirty hands, then naturally helped them up, and through brief physical contact, injected magic power into their bodies.

Just like what we did with the students before.

"Oh my god, I suddenly feel better."

"Me too, I don't feel dizzy at all, I can even jump a few times on the spot."

"It was Mo Xie who helped me up just now..."

“Could it be that——the hand of God!”

The logistics team, who were in the same teleportation magic circle as them, cast complicated glances at them from time to time.

Is there really nothing wrong with such a team?

Before they could think about it, the platform landed steadily and the surrounding scenery gradually became clear.

This was the first time that Moshe saw the sea with his own eyes since coming to this world.

The sea and the sky meet, and the clearly layered clouds seem to be floating on the sea, drifting slowly with the wind.

Under the sunlight, the sea water presents a variety of colors, gradually changing from deep blue to azure, like a sparkling gem.

At the front of the expeditionary force, Artborg walked out slowly, sword in hand.

Waves hit the shore, and just when the water was about to touch his silver boots, it was bounced back into the sea by an invisible force.

He concentrated his magic power on the sword, then pointed the sword downward and inserted it straight into the sand.

Om-!

A sharp buzzing sound was heard, and magical fluctuations spread outward continuously with Atborg's sword as the center.

The waves near the coast disappeared in an instant, and the originally calm sea surface seemed to be boiling, with bubbles floating on the surface visible to the naked eye, and tiny water droplets ejected vertically and danced between the bubbles.

Along with the sound of splashing water, a huge pipe appeared, of unknown material and source.

Seeing Moshe staring at the pipe curiously, Marty explained, "Magicians have to set coordinates when drawing magic scrolls. The coordinates must be locations that the person has personally visited, otherwise the scroll will not take effect."

"There is a deep-sea giant called Zandra beneath the island. Its activities will cause the coordinates of the island to change, so we cannot use the teleportation scroll."

Others who didn't understand what was going on were also listening to the explanation in silence.

"This is an underwater passage built with magic stone. There is an automatic transmission device inside. It is an important passage connecting the East and West continents."

Moshe smiled sincerely and said, "Thank you for your explanation, Associate Professor Clapham."

Gaining knowledge beyond books is also a kind of gain.

"How many magic stones did it take to build such a long passage?"

"What I'm curious about is who funded the construction of this passage? There is only one collective on Haizhou, but there are more than one country on the East and West continents."

"This is not something we need to consider. The most important thing now is to enter the underwater channel and reach the island."

Well said, why don't we go in?

Barritt, who went to investigate, gave feedback.

"Reporting to the commander-in-chief, the underwater passage leading to Haizhou has been blocked by an unknown object."

As a gust of sea breeze blew, a strong stench instantly rushed into people's nasal cavity. The unsuspecting people were directly vomited and tears flowed from their eyes.

Artborg is a man who is always prepared. He is surrounded by an invisible aura that eliminates the odor molecules and leaves only the most original air.

Then he turned around and slowly glanced at the scholars in the logistics team.

"Please come and have a look," said Barritt.

Most of the scholars who came out were middle-aged and elderly people in good health. With their brains full of rich knowledge and sharp eyes, they began to analyze the reasons for the blockage.

The young knight scratched the back of his head and spoke arrogantly again: "I have a question, Commander-in-Chief, Lord Marquis Mackintosh would not say..."

The people around him immediately covered his mouth and said viciously, "Shut up!"

It didn't take long for scholars to come to a conclusion.

The middle-aged scholar who was in charge of the speech had a frown on his face and was holding a handkerchief in one trembling hand. On the handkerchief there was a dark green unidentified object.

He spoke out with difficulty: "This is... excrement residue."