Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Mo Xie was originally walking in the courtyard, digesting his breakfast and getting familiar with the route of the entire mansion. When he was looking down at the flowers of unknown species, he suddenly felt a rush of energy passing through him, which made his scalp numb and his fingers tremble, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

What is this power? It is similar to the aftershocks when Victoria, a sage, casts a spell, but it is also obviously different.

Moshe tried to move his stiff joints and looked up. The azure sky was split into two different blocks of color, as if a knife had been cut in the middle. The heavy clouds were broken into thin filaments, curling and drifting away into the distance.

He followed the lingering aura in the air and found a low-rise building. On the gate, "Martial Arts Training Ground" was neatly written in gold-plated paint. The tall and dense green trees planted on both sides firmly concealed the figures of the knights training. Slogans rang out in waves, full of excitement and passion.

"Form a formation! Charge and surround!"

"There's an attack! Fall back! Protect the mage!"

"You're too slow, get back to where you are!"

Moshe stood beside the weapons rack, observing the knights in training calmly.

They are physically fit, sweating profusely but not tired, obviously they keep exercising in their daily life. They are energetic, with sharp eyes, and never slack off in repetitive and boring training, with clear training goals. Looking at the content of their training, there are various combinations of punches and kicks, and the moves are swift and decisive, with a moderate tension and relaxation. The characteristic is that the torso opens and closes widely, showing a fearless and brave momentum.

This was a physical skill that he had never seen before, and he didn't know which school it came from. Mo Xie's mind was moved, and he wanted to explore it.

"Master Mo Xie." A man with an armband on his arm walked over and bowed.

Mo Xie crossed his arms across his chest and said intently, "Don't worry about me, just continue."

The man seemed surprised by the easygoing attitude, and he slightly widened his eyes and asked tentatively: "Are you here to see Master Arthurs?"

If you say so, then that must be it. "Yes, where is he?" Mo Xie could feel that the aura was about to completely dissipate.

"Master Arthurs and Miss Euphemia are practicing with the White Star Team of the Royal Knights. The Second Princess is also there. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to go now." The man lowered his eyes and lowered his posture even more.

Mo Xie swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue and looked at him quietly.

This man is not shrewd, but he is not stupid either. He knows how to use the noble princess to pressure him. Why? Because this is a martial arts training ground, a place to train the body and study skills. The thin "Mo Xie" is a superfluous existence. This man is trying to remind him to be self-aware.

However, he had been working in the military for ten years and was accustomed to all kinds of attacks, deceptions and intrigues. A little rhetoric was not a problem for him.

"This is a precious opportunity for the McIntosh's. As a member of the family, I am well aware of its importance and will naturally not disturb them." Moshe smiled faintly and spoke slowly, sounding casual and lazy.

The tone was too gentle, and the man was doubtful and looked up subconsciously. The moment their eyes met, he felt that he was deprived of the right to breathe, and opened his mouth slightly to wait for air to enter.

"What are you worried about me doing? Are you worried that I might be impolite and bring shame to the family? Are you worried that I might challenge those knights without knowing my own limitations? Or - I don't even have the right to watch?" There was no smile in his light brown eyes, and a cold light flashed by.

"Of course you have the right!" The man's tall body trembled violently, and then he knelt on one knee with a plop. That's right, that's the right feeling! He was still the moody and unpredictable Mad Dog Master!

"Stand up." Mo Xie narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a low voice.

"Tell me the direction and I'll go there myself." Mo Xie's eyes slowly swept over the knights who were in training. The burly, strong-backed men turned their heads away as if they had been electrocuted, looking guilty as if they had been caught eavesdropping.

The man stood up and gestured with his hands, "Go straight ahead, pass two rows of flat-roofed houses, turn into the path on the right, and it's at the end of the path."

This man is not like those maids and servants who turned a blind eye to him. He is sincere and courageous. He will definitely achieve something in the future.

When passing by the man, Mo Xie wanted to pat his shoulder to tell him not to be too scared. But the development of his body was really worrying, even if he stretched out his arms, he could only barely touch his shoulders, so he could only change his target to his strong waist.

"Hiss—" The man gasped, feeling the hairs on his body stand up. He didn't dare to look back, fearing that the mad dog with an abnormal attitude would suddenly jump up and bite him.

Mo Xie had a good sense of direction and arrived at his destination in just a few minutes.

This open, flat area is located behind the mansion. There are several fences standing upright at the entrance. There are signs of repeated landfills all around, which shows that their function is just for decoration.

The medium and long-range vision of this body of his was slightly weak. There were several blurry shadows in his sight, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. Only the sounds could be clearly heard.

"Follow your own ideas and stop when it's enough."

Mo Xie was attracted by a tall figure and stepped forward involuntarily.

As the distance closed, the silhouette in the center of the field gradually became outlined. Moshe saw the silver-haired, red-eyed woman draw out the giant sword with one hand, swing it in the air like a toy, then raise her arm high and effortlessly plunge it deep into the ground.

She must be an excellent fighter, Mo Xie thought to himself.

The uniform and soft armor wrapped around his well-proportioned muscles, and his body curves were smooth and graceful. His silver hair seemed to be the light of stars, dazzling and bright. His scarlet eyes were exquisite and translucent, emitting a faint and beautiful brilliance.

It seems that the royal family of this country is quite bold and does not have backward concepts about men and women.

Then, the woman threw out a bead wrapped in black tentacles, which landed on the hilt of the giant sword, like a photographic device.

Only four people were left in the center of the field, and the rest retreated to the periphery. Arthurs and Euphemia stood in front of their opponents, their small figures, with a clear gap.

The lance is a good weapon. It has great lethality. If you match it with a suitable mount and study the skills diligently, you can maximize its power and have a chance no matter how powerful the enemy is.

it has started.

What a fast speed! A young child actually has such a strong explosive power, and it lasts for a long time, and there is still enough energy to attack again!

However, the opponent's defense was impeccable, and he could block with one hand with ease. Continuing to confront him head-on would be like hitting a rock with an egg, and his physical strength would only be wasted.

Finally found a breakthrough? Good, here comes your chance. Let him figure out which one is your last resort.

Mo Xie watched the two sparring intently, without blinking. He was clearly outside the arena, but he was already drawn into the aura, imagining that he was actually there. His feet moved unconsciously, his arms and waist trembled unconsciously, and he swung his fists and feet at a completely unknown opponent, wanting to fight to his heart's content.

It's a strange yet familiar feeling.

Since becoming the army commander, he has rarely had the opportunity to fight on the front lines. He usually personally instructs the new recruits in physical training and is naturally familiar with the state of sparring.

But what's going on with this body?

Moshe MacIntosh, can't you control your excitement?

Mo Xie raised his hand in front of his eyes, looked at his wrist that was shaking uncontrollably and the bulging veins, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Victory or defeat only took a split second, and the boy chose the simplest way to "win." He did not look happy, with a stern face, as if he was thinking about something.

In the end, he still chose to rely on weapons. Mo Xie felt it was a pity. However, this method of handling was already the limit for a ten-year-old child.