Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Mo Xie did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts. He was sure that the stall owner had recognized his identity.

Even the moment he arrived at the suburban market, he was prepared to deal with it.

Because their G is a thoughtful and cautious person.

"Things that are truly valuable will shine brightly no matter in the day or at night." Mouse's voice was low and hoarse, and it was hard to tell whether he was talking about antique goods or had some other meaning.

Hearing this, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of G, the owner of the antique stall in the market and a member of the Fate-Defying Organization, and then he nodded in agreement.

"So are there any objects here that you like? I can assure you that the origin, material, and formation time of all objects are clearly visible."

The mouse lowered his eyes and stood there in a respectful and submissive manner, leaving the right to answer to his companions.

"Iron basin." The young companion suddenly said, "I am very interested in that iron basin."

G was stunned for a moment, then followed his gaze.

The iron basin is located next to the black boots, just pressing down on the edge of the coarse cloth. The mouth of the basin is slightly twisted, and the body of the basin is uneven. Six copper coins are lying quietly at the bottom. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a temporary container for storing coins.

Guests usually don't notice it because it looks so cheap compared to the antique treasures.

In fact, it was the reason why G joined Against Fate, and only one person knew about it.

"Oh, this ordinary iron basin is honored to be favored by you." G showed a kind and friendly smile, "It is not in the product catalog, so you can bid as you like."

"Hmm..." Mo Xie pondered for a moment, and accurately took out a gold coin, three silver coins and fifteen copper coins from the other purse on his waist, "I think these are enough."

One gold, three silvers, and fifteen bronzes? G could no longer keep calm and stared at Mo Xie with a complicated expression.

Only the leader knows this special code.

Moshe MacIntosh is the leader?

It doesn't seem realistic, but there is a slight possibility.

The old man standing next to him looked and sounded very much like L.

Mo Xie looked around, "Everyone unanimously closed their stalls before dark, probably because of the security issues in the suburbs."

"Yes, stall owners all want to protect their day's gains, and I am no exception." G took out a black storage box and put the rare antiques into it one by one.

"See you next time, distinguished guest." After saying this with a smile, G turned and left.

No.

He is L.

What the old man just said was exactly the slogan they heard when they passed by the jewelry shop when Marquis Mackintosh led his men to surround the leader.

Because the quality of the raw stone samples in the window was above average, they took a closer look at them and were quite impressed.

If you think about it carefully, there are not many people in Renekton who can make L show such respect.

Moshe and Mouse walked around the market and bought a few things for their family.

When they met again, less than half an hour had passed.

"See Chief."

Inside the minimalist wooden house, G faced the black-haired boy and knelt on one knee without hesitation.

"I'm sorry that I haven't contacted you for half a year, G." Mo Xie gently helped him up.

"Please allow me to formally introduce myself and report on the progress of the mission." G took off his coat, revealing the family emblem pinned on his vest.

"My name is Brevin Green. I am the current head of the Green family and hold the title of baron. I have now handed over the family affairs to my eldest son. In my free time, I work as a peddler, trading antiques and rare items in the suburban market."

He paused and continued, "Half a year ago, you gave me the task of raising 500,000 gold coins as emergency funds for the organization. After the goal was achieved, I was unable to contact you, so I took the initiative to continue the task."

Brevin Green handed over a piece of paper with a red seal and a booklet with the bank's logo. "Here is the account statement. Please take a look."

How many antique treasures can be sold in half a year?

With this question in mind, Mo Xie's eyes swept across the few short lines of text.

Ok?

If the string of numbers had not been followed by an indication of the type of currency, he might have thought it was a silver or copper coin.

A full three million gold coins?!

How much had Brevin Green sold to raise enough money to buy two houses in Intramuros?

Mo Xie turned slightly to the side so that the mouse could also see the huge amount.

"This..." The mouse was also very surprised.

"Now that I know your identity, I think these three million gold coins are nothing. After all, you have already put out four million in operating funds by yourself." Braven's dark gray eyes were filled with admiration and loyalty. "Except for the five hundred thousand emergency funds, the remaining two and a half million are at your disposal. I believe that you can make them play a greater role."

"Then I'll take it." Mo Xie smiled and put the booklet into the storage box, "Thank you for your contribution to the organization."

G, Brevin Green's reaction was much stronger than he had imagined.

Perhaps it was the overlap of his two identities as Moshe McIntosh and the leader of the rebellious faction that came as a shock to him.

"Please give us a new assignment," said Brevin.

"The trading rules in the suburbs are relatively loose, so I want you to continue to raise funds without setting a limit." Moshe looked at him, "Later, I may send you some goods through the rat's underground tunnel. You just need to set the price according to your standards and then sell it to the outside world."

Braven was a little confused, "You want to sponsor another group of children?"

When he said this, he realized that the leader in front of him was also a minor.

What kind of mentality did Moshe Mackintosh, the second son of the Marquis of Mackintosh, have when he created "Defying Fate"?

"No, I have a bolder idea. You will soon know what this idea is." Moshe patted his shoulder gently, turned and walked out.

"You can contact me if you have any questions. Bye, Braven."

The mouse followed him and merged into the dark night.

Braven withdrew his gaze and saw the iron basin neatly placed on the table, and his heart was filled with waves.

I hope those stubborn nobles won't make things difficult for the leader, he thought.

In the underground passage, Mo Xie was covered with a layer of magic power to dissolve the high-speed flowing magic power.

"Have you decided to support Her Royal Highness the Second Princess?" asked the mouse.

"The storm is coming, and we need to find a safe location as soon as possible."

Moshe trusted his instincts.

Although intuitive reactions are quick and automatic, they are susceptible to personal biases and emotions and are less reliable than logical reasoning.

But it is this kind of subjective experience that makes him stand on the side with better results in every major decision.

In order to return to the original world, the support of the Renekton royal family is indispensable.

why?

Because their treasure houses contain countless rare treasures, which come from different planes and have different functions and uses.

Again.

After he attends the banquet hosted by the royal family, everything in the future will become clear.