Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"How many eligible children are there in the family now?"

"Let me count... there are about six or seven."

"Then let them compete and see who is more qualified!"

"That's right. After all, the Holy Spirit Festival is a major festival that takes place once every ten years. The children represent the dignity and face of the family, so we can't just pick them casually."

Hiram thought for a moment and suggested, "For the sake of fairness, I think we should ask Captain Commander, who is familiar with the procedures of the memorial ceremony, to preside over the competition."

"Ha! Yageni, you have to do this!" Robe stuffed biscuits into his mouth and laughed with gloating, "I know that you and Captain Commander are old drinking buddies. Just a few days ago, you went to his house and got drunk, and left after dawn."

"..." Yagni froze, wanting to say something but stopping himself. You are such a food black hole, Robbe, you are just looking for trouble.

For a moment, almost everyone's eyes were on Yagni.

"I've also heard about this." Frieda looked at him with a smile.

"I see. That's what I was thinking. Captain Commander always talks to you."

"I always felt that Captain Commander and Yagni had a very good relationship."

"You're getting a lot of attention, Yagni." After finishing the job, Robert patted his belly contentedly.

"Okay, I understand. I'll tell him." This was an occasion that could not be refused. Yagni put down the teacup, looking painful, "Then, Master, you see..." How should the expenses be solved? You know, the man was only interested in swords and wine.

"The specific details about the Holy Spirit Celebration will be notified to you by letter after the meeting." Boris said respectfully after receiving a signal from his host.

As the agenda came to an end, there was only a thin piece of paper left in front of Artborg. Among the few lines of text, one name stood out.

"Finally, it's about... Moshe." Hiram hesitated and looked at Artborg cautiously.

"I'll send him to Tuoneko."

The extremely cold voice, devoid of any emotion, was connected so quickly that everyone present was surprised.

"Is there no need to discuss this matter anymore?" Hiram asked softly, finally regaining his breath.

"Are you questioning my decision?" Artbolg stared at his retainer, a glimmer in his blue eyes. The invisible pressure climbed up the long table and the wall, dispelling the tiny dust and smoothing it out. The temperature in the conference room suddenly dropped, and at this time, thick clouds happened to float and block the sunlight, and suppressed breathing lurked in the darkness.

Hiram was sweating profusely, and felt every muscle in his body trembling. He swallowed hard and said, "He, he is McIntosh's blood after all." Doing so was tantamount to exile, and would easily give others who coveted McIntosh's power something to talk about.

"What happened?" It was not a question, but a confirmation. Artborg seemed to have noticed something from Hiram's expression, and instantly withdrew his pressure, and the atmosphere in the conference room returned to normal. The thick clouds floating outside the window also echoed his mood, curling up and drifting towards the sky.

"Master, I'm not sure." Hiram looked into the pair of clear blue eyes and quickly looked away, because he felt that it was just his speculation and there was no substantial evidence. "But I think it's an insignificant matter."

The Mackintosh heirs all had strong self-confidence, which was in another sense an intuition. In most cases, when facing them, the little thoughts hidden would be exposed.

"Then in what capacity will he go?" asked Frieda.

"It doesn't matter what position I'm given." Robbe snorted and patted his chest to calm down. "After all, that place is poor and backward."

The implication is that the second son, who has no special talents, cannot cause any trouble in Tuoneco.

"Who is taking care of Tuoneko's affairs now?"

"He was a man who once worked for a branch of the family. The incident of him committing suicide for love is still fresh in people's memory."

"As soon as you mentioned it, I remembered it. It seemed to be called Harold or Horred or something like that."

"He is Boris's nephew, right?" Robert narrowed his eyes and turned the topic to the butler who was standing quietly.

Boris bowed slightly, his expression calm, respectful and frank. "Yes, my useless nephew Hored is now serving as the chief steward of the Tuoneko Territory."

"Is he still trapped in love? Young people should learn to let go. The road ahead is still long. You should believe that you will meet more outstanding women." Robe joked.

"Thank you for your concern, Lord Robert. Hored is now concentrating on studying the transplantation of the magic spring and preparing to participate in Tuoneco's revitalization plan." Boris cleverly avoided the trap in Robert's words and diverted the topic.

"Magic Spring Transplantation? Is that the project offered by the college?" Frieda was very interested in this research.

"Yes, Hored had the honor of participating in the initial stages of the 'Magic Spring Transplantation Research Project' when he was studying at the academy."

"Then he must be very talented in medicine." Frieda smiled and said, "Can he use healing magic?"

As soon as these words came out, they instantly attracted the attention of the retainers. What is healing magic? That is a high-level magic that has been firmly in the hands of the Magicians Association for hundreds of years! If the McIntosh family has a talent who can cast healing magic, it would be like adding wings to a tiger, and they can open up more unknown areas.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't know." Boris answered without any hesitation.

"I am sorry for being so presumptuous." As she spoke, Fulida looked at the fruit cake beside her, and her mood seemed to become cheerful. "I am also his senior. If I have time, I would like to exchange ideas with him on medicine."

"I will tell him that it is his honor to exchange ideas with you."

Frieda is a leader in the huge McIntosh family. She awakened the magic spring when she was young and became a magic apprentice. She then entered the Royal College to study. She was the head of the medicine major and finally graduated with excellent results.

"Okay, let's get back to the point. Boris, what is the current population of Tuoneko?" Hiram asked.

"There are thirty-six retainers and servants, and about five hundred natives and wanderers."

"Yes, this will meet the requirements for appointing an inspector."

"I agree. I think he is very suitable for the position of Inspector." Robert laughed unabashedly.

This guy is really lax. He was so rude even at the family meeting. Why hasn't he been punished by the head of the family yet?

The retainers on both sides were thinking about the same question.

"Then let's vote on the matter of 'Moshe Mackintosh will take up a post in the family territory of Tuoneco after he comes of age.'"

In fact, Artborg did not completely ignore Robbe's actions.

People who have awakened the magic spring can clearly feel the fluctuations of magic power, such as Hiram and Frieda. They know that the head of the family has cast a silencing spell on Robert, which is why Robert suddenly fell silent and looked strange.

The retainers, dressed simply, looked in different places and raised their hands silently.

No one vetoed.

"The decision is passed, the meeting is over." Artborg's voice was still cold.