Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"sorry."

Artborg's answer was expected. After all, he was a true knight and would not accept a rare item that could overturn the fate of the country when Lambutan was in danger.

"Crack, crack... Why not accept it? Isn't it a one-of-a-kind item?" A carefree knight expressed his opinion while chewing on a baguette.

The companion had no expression on his face and lowered his voice and said, "If you can understand this and reject temptation calmly, you will not be just an ordinary knight."

"Oh."

Facing those calm eyes, the smile on King Rambutan's face froze, his wrinkles trembled violently, and then he said in an almost pleading tone: "Can you reconsider it?"

"Why don't you take it yourself or give it to other citizens?" Barritt frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

King Rambutan gave a bitter smile, then spread his arms and turned around on the spot so that his thin and shriveled body could be fully displayed to them.

"As you can see, we are not in good physical condition and cannot withstand the power of the Red Flame Lion's Heart." He paused and said, "And the next time Qi Ding attacks, it will not be just a team of a hundred people. We may really not be able to resist."

Seeing that the two were silent, King Rambutan bent down, held the box in both hands and raised it high, "I think saving the world is not just the agent's business, but also concerns every one of us. So, please accept it."

Having said this, the meaning behind it is self-evident.

If Lanbutan is occupied by Qi Ding, everything in it will belong to Qi Ding, including the heart of the Red Flame Lion Ancestor.

Rather than being plundered by invaders, it is better to hand it over to the expeditionary corps and contribute to saving the world.

Moshe's eyes slowly moved from Artbolg's tall figure to the young face of their savior.

Rejection and acceptance, gift and entrustment, point to two completely different results.

It just so happens that Arthurs possesses fire-attributed magic power, and this treasure just happens to come from a fire-attributed magical beast.

The Marquis of Mackintosh will change his mind, he thought.

Artbolg stared at King Rambutan steadily, without any hesitation on his face. He nodded slightly and said, "I understand. The Rekton Kingdom Expeditionary Corps will keep it for you."

He also stretched out his hands and solemnly took the box.

Suddenly, a few exclamations arose from the expeditionary corps, but were quickly suppressed.

"If Rambutan still exists after the plane battle is over, I, Artborg McIntosh, will give Rambutan items of corresponding value."

Then Artborg freed up one hand, and his whole body glowed with blue light. The water-attributed magic power condensed into a hexagonal ice crystal in the palm of his hand. "This is the proof."

After these words came out, no one could hide the shock on their faces. Even the usually mature and steady Martyr opened his eyes wide, breaking away from the densely packed characters.

The commander-in-chief actually made a personal promise? Barritt's breath stagnated, and he couldn't believe his ears.

The ice crystals were condensed from the magic power of the commander-in-chief, and a layer of defensive magic was attached to the surface. As long as the magic spring of the commander-in-chief was in normal condition and the magic power was continuous, the ice crystals would not only not melt when exposed to heat, but also withstand a certain degree of physical and magical attacks.

Barritt knew that, before this, Artbolg's credentials had only been given to two people.

The current King Renekton and his wife, Winry Bistdale.

The ice crystals are pure and transparent, sparkling like gems under the sunlight.

King Rambutan cried with joy, unconsciously changed to a respectful title, and took the ice crystal with trembling hands, "Thank you... Thank you so much!"

"What else do you need to drink? Husha, come here quickly..."

Barritt called him in time and shook his head, "No need."

"What?" King Rambutan was a little confused.

"Ahem... the bread that Miss Husha prepared just now was delicious. We have sufficient supplies and a lot of food and drinks left. There is no need to trouble Miss Husha anymore."

In fact, he didn't want to see the bloody scene again. When he thought about the bread being transformed from blood, he found it hard to eat.

Artbolg glanced at the baguette in Barrit's hand, which originally belonged to him, and said lightly: "Thank you for your hospitality. It's time for us to set off."

Well said, Commander-in-Chief! Barritt shouted in his heart.

King Rambutan drooped his eyelids in disappointment and rubbed his palms in front of him, "Okay... Then I'll take you out."

Instead of returning the same way, they walked through the narrow alley, climbed up the steps, and came to an unfamiliar platform.

The two thousand members of the expeditionary corps stuck together like a piece of compressed biscuit to avoid falling into the deep pits on both sides.

King Rambutan straightened his tall hat, smiled sheepishly and said, "We are going to build fortifications here, so..."

He stretched out his thin finger and pointed straight ahead. "Walk about 20 kilometers from here, and you will see a stone tablet with a red cross engraved on it. Walk about another 5 kilometers and you will reach the border of Qiding."

"See you again if we're lucky." After saying that, Artborg took the lead and walked forward.

His pace was not too fast, and his steps were light and powerful, as if he was walking on the wind. His long golden hair fluttered behind him, and he exuded a confident temperament.

Watching the expeditionary corps go away, King Rambutan closed his eyes, clasped his hands in front of him, and whispered: "May the God of Creation protect you."

About half an hour later, they found the stone tablet that King Rambutan mentioned. Two rough voices suddenly emerged from the dense shadows of the trees.

"Stop! Who is it!"

"If you dare to take another step forward, you will bear the consequences!"

Without waiting for Martyri to translate, Artbolg said to the two shadows, "Western Continent, the Rekton Kingdom Expeditionary Force."

"Oh? Our commander-in-chief can speak foreign languages?" It was the carefree Knight A again.

"Is it possible that the commander-in-chief knows more than one foreign language?" his companion said quietly, "Who isn't a genius?"

"Um...you and me?"

"Tsk."

The two people's reactions were a little strange.

"People from the Western Continent? Why are you here? Wait! I'll report to the general!"

"You cannot cross the border without permission, otherwise it will be regarded as an act of aggression!"

Hearing these impolite words, Artbolg remained calm, with no emotion in his eyes, and replied calmly, "Okay, we are outside the border."

While waiting, Arthurs quietly came to Moshe's side.

"come here."

Mo Xie did not suspect anything, and the two brothers turned and went into the woods next to them.

Sensing a familiar breath, Moshe looked at Arthurs' pocket, "Did you bring Baz with you?"

Arthur nodded, "Yeah."

"Won't it feel stuffy in the storage box?" Mo Xie asked curiously.

"When we are in Haizhou, I will release it after everyone has rested." After saying that, Arthurs opened the storage box. A silver light shot out from it and landed on the ground, transforming into the form of a wolf monster.

“Awooo--!” Almost the moment he saw Moshe, Baz pounced on him excitedly.

The thick, long, and fluffy tail swung back and forth at a speed invisible to the naked eye. If it weren't for the physiological structure that limited the angle, it would probably turn into a propeller and carry the entire wolf into the sky.

"Ha ha……"

What a magical thing it is, the wolf monster is full of fresh scent.

Moshe hugged Baz's neck, the soft and fluffy hair rubbing against his skin, like a feather falling on his heart. He couldn't help but bury himself in that warmth and smell the fresh scent.

"Bah--z!" Veins bulged on Arthurs' forehead and he slapped the little Frostmoon Wolf on the back with a dull, solid sound.

This force was like a tickle to the primitive Frostmoon Wolf. Buzz's furry ears twitched and he turned his head in confusion. "Huh?"

"Ouch——!"

Night had not yet fallen, and the moon was quietly waiting to appear. Long howls penetrated the afterglow of the setting sun, disturbing the creatures in the forest.

"What is this sound?!"

"It sounds like... a wolf's cry?"

The expeditionary force quickly entered a state of alert, with knights and magicians on the periphery, protecting the logistics personnel inside.

"Commander-in-chief! Deputy commander!"

"We have to get out of here immediately!"

"The monster group is rioting!"

Finder, Nahum and Clito, who were sent to scout, suddenly fell from the sky and shouted loudly without having time to catch their breath.