Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Artborg listened carefully, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at the child in front of him who had a young appearance but behaved in an unusually mature and steady manner.

After a brief moment of reflection, he gave an affirmative answer: "I will."

Mo Xie smiled and said, "Thank you."

This isn't something to be thanked for, it's what I should do, Artborg thought.

If there really is a channel for smuggling genuine leather accessories between the East and West continents, then some of the nobles of Renekton may also be involved.

He is the sword of the kingdom, the loyal minister of the monarch, and the messenger who judges evil and eliminates vermin.

He will investigate everything thoroughly, both in public and in private.

The topic ended and the room became so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

The two men, who were both superiors and subordinates and father and son, sat at a round table, their eyes meeting in mid-air, as if they were both waiting for the other to speak first.

Mo Xie blinked, "Perhaps... do you have something to ask me?"

He thought Artborg would leave immediately, but he didn't expect that they would have a chance to communicate alone.

It would be better to talk about those things earlier, so as not to be charged with "colluding with wizards and endangering world peace", Mo Xie thought.

Art Bolg stared at him and said calmly: "You are a wizard." It was not a question, but a statement.

"Yes." Mo Xie admitted frankly.

Art Bolger's reaction exceeded his expectations.

The titled overlord didn't even blink, as if he was talking about a commonplace matter.

Logically speaking, he should have great doubts about this.

After all, in their perception, magic power and witchcraft power are mutually exclusive, and one cannot be both a magician and a wizard.

Art Bolger just nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I understand."

"We need to return to the sea, thank the Yuanke tribe solemnly, and put an end to this challenge." He stood up and walked outside, the corners of his white clothes swaying with him. "We will set off in two hours."

What a straightforward invitation.

Mo Xie couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, "Yes."

The door was not completely closed, and a wisp of morning breeze blew through the gap, bringing a slightly cool air.

To thank the Yuanke clan...

Two hours should be just enough to concoct those witch medicines.

Thinking of this, he called for Bellion as he had done before, "I need your help, Bellion."

Bellion emerged from the gray mist, his hair seemed to have grown longer, falling obediently on his shoulders. A faint light flowed in his silver-gray eyes, reflecting his figure.

"Please give me your orders."

Outside the expeditionary corps' residence, there was a sudden loud bang. It turned out that the copper basin that had just been rinsed fell heavily to the ground.

Barritt stared at Art Borg with eyes wide open in shock, and asked in a trembling voice: "Commander-in-chief, what's wrong with you?"

Noticing Art Bolger's slightly inquiring look, he immediately added: "You just laughed... horribly."

To be honest, he rarely used the word "terrible" to describe someone's smile.

The weather is already cold, and the commander-in-chief is surrounded by water magic, just like pouring a basin of hot water in the air. The water vapor quickly cools down and condenses, producing the effect of splashing ice crystals.

The ice crystals sparkled, and the commander-in-chief's long hair cast a large shadow on his face, making his blue eyes look much darker.

The most important thing is that the thin lips that always uttered only cold words actually had a slight curve!

Not right.

How could the iceberg-like commander suddenly have emotional fluctuations, causing his magic power to overflow?

Is it the Marchioness?

No, it's impossible. I clearly sense that there is no sour smell of love here!

So who is it?!

Just as Barrett was daydreaming, Artborg naturally lowered the corners of his mouth and returned to his usual cold look, as if nothing had happened.

"You're wrong."

No, how could I be wrong? My eyes were fine and my mind was clear.

Barritt thought so in his heart, but said something else: "It turns out that I was wrong. I'm sorry, commander-in-chief."

Next, the two counted the supplies they brought and selected suitable gifts of thanks.

Art Bolger believed in Moshe, not just because of blood relationship.

Since the founding of Rekton, the Mackintosh family and the Clapham family have maintained a close but distant relationship. Except for national affairs, the two families rarely cooperate.

At the McIntosh family meeting held this year, Frieda proposed the idea of ​​"obtaining ownership of the Wutobi mineral vein to build it into a daily training base for the exploration team", which saves time and effort and is highly feasible.

As the manager of the Woodtoby mine was the Clapham family, they had to shelve the plan temporarily.

However, not long after Moshe returned to school, a huge surprise came out of nowhere.

This surprise brought unforeseen benefits to the McIntosh family and even directly broke through the barriers between family factions.

The current Marquis of Clapham, Jeromon Clapham, came to Artborg in person, exchanged greetings first, and then presented two paper documents.

"This is the transfer of ownership of the Wutobi Land and Djibouti Mountain mines."

Art Borg picked up the thick, smooth paper, quickly glanced at the contents of the transfer, and asked, "How much do we need to pay?"

Jeromon smiled and replied, "It's free."

As if he had guessed his thoughts, Jeromon added sincerely, "That kid Moshe helped our family a lot. This is a small token of gratitude."

Moshe helped the Claphams?

Even someone as calm as Art Bolger couldn't help but be surprised.

However, judging from the information conveyed by subordinates, there are indeed clues to this matter.

“It is an honor for Moshe and the Mackintosh family to help the Clapham family.”

"I have another document here about family cooperation. I wonder if you are interested?"

Fast forward to a busy afternoon when Artborg received the Image Stone from the Inquisition.

He knew that what was stored in it was the entire process of Moshe and Frohn's court debate.

So he put down his pen, moved the heavy documents aside, and injected magic into the Image Stone.

"I can vouch for that."

"But the premise is that I am a witness, not the perpetrator."

Looking at Moshe's confident and generous posture and listening to his clear and pleasant voice, Artborg's heart was stirred.

He had never seen Mo Xie like this, full of vigor and dazzling.

Is it a star?

No, the light of stars is too faint and can only be seen with the naked eye at night.

Is it the moon then?

That's not right either. The moon shines because it reflects the sun's light.

and so……

Artborg was slightly stunned, but suppressed this ridiculous idea in time.

To him, there are only two people who can shine as brightly as that being in the sky - his master, and the love of his life.