Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

While Meimi went to find Bellion, Moshe changed into light clothes and went to the training ground.

The collision was fierce and the dust was flying. The men who were sweating profusely had become accustomed to Mo Xie's presence. They bowed to him and then returned to their training.

The use of the Knights Templar by noble families would be a major event that would alarm the royal family. In order to avoid unnecessary disputes, the nobles would hire some mercenaries and train them to solve informal problems.

Just like McIntosh.

"Hey, Master Mo Xie, you're here so early." More than ten meters away, a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard raised his hand and waved lazily, but his voice was very loud.

Mo Xie didn't take his casual attitude seriously, and responded with a chuckle: "You're being lazy again, Jack."

The mercenary captain without a last name, Jack, jumped down from the wooden pillar with a smile and raised his hand to put it on the boy's shoulder.

"Jack, what are you doing?!" On the other side of the martial arts training ground, a man with an armband on his arm turned around, suddenly drew his sword from his waist and ran over quickly, glaring and shouting, "Hey! Take your hands away, you rude guy!"

With the sharp blade against his neck, Jack still looked casual, with no fear in his eyes. He pressed the blade with his fingers and pushed it away, saying, "I was just chatting with Master Moshe."

The man pretended not to hear and angrily retracted his sword, "I'm warning you one last time, stay away from Master Mo Xie!"

"Yes, yes." Jack shrugged, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

"Master Moshe, if this man is rude to you again, you can ask him to leave Fort McIntosh directly without any mercy."

The man who showed him the way last time, the gatekeeper of the martial arts training ground, Itami, said very respectfully.

"It's okay, Edan." Moshe was already used to the tense relationship between the two colleagues. He smiled and rolled up his sleeves. "For Jack, this is the way men get along with each other."

"The way men get along with each other...Oh, Master Moshe, I like your explanation!" Jack laughed a few times, his eyes showing no concealment of satisfaction and approval.

Yidan glared at him fiercely and did not continue the topic. Instead, he showed an expectant expression to Mo Xie and asked, "By the way, Master Mo Xie, do you want to check the results of the training?"

To what extent will the mercenaries and knights who already have a foundation in physical training practice physical training? With this thought in mind, Mo Xie stood in the center of the martial arts training ground, "Okay, let them line up."

Itami nodded excitedly, then raised his head and shouted, "Assemble!" The veins on his neck bulged, and his loud voice pierced through the air, even causing invisible ripples.

If you want to be a good janitor, you must at least have a voice that is comparable to that of a public address system.

"Why isn't he deaf yet?" Jack, who was standing by, covered his ears and complained in a low voice.

Mo Xie, who was well prepared, used his magic power to perfectly protect his fragile hearing. He saw the tall and burly men gathered in various places in the martial arts training ground put down their weapons, formed a neat row of human walls, and ran towards him with heavy footsteps.

"Next we will practice the alliance's body-building technique!" Yidan stood with his back straight, his hands behind his back, his eyes sparkling, looking very imposing.

A janitor who can't be a trainer is not a good subordinate. Edan, who is loyal to the McIntosh family, wants to be a subordinate worthy of his master's trust.

Mo Xie stood beside him, his eyes lightly sweeping over the knights and mercenaries who had already taken up their stances, and entering his perception field to observe their changes.

How things developed to this point has to start from half a month ago.

What Moshe possesses is the knowledge and things from another world. Although in order to achieve his goal, things like witchcraft, sorcery, and body-building techniques will one day become known to the world, he does not want to become a "weird person" in the eyes of others so early, which would affect the progress of his plan.

Do the right thing in the right place. After bidding farewell to the second princess Sigrdrifa, Moshe began to appear around the martial arts training ground from time to time.

He would follow the leader's movements, adopting different stances and familiarizing himself with the physical techniques that McIntosh had mastered.

One morning, the martial arts training ground was shrouded in white fog, and the figures were dimly visible. A man with an armband on his arm stood next to the weapon rack, observing Mo Xie calmly.

What does Master Mo Xie want to do now?

He didn't want to get himself into trouble, or even get himself killed.

He was not the only one who had the same idea. Although the white fog blocked their vision, the knights and mercenaries in the training ground were still terrified by the prying eyes and had no intention of training at all.

The man clenched his fists anxiously. It was his responsibility to take care of the affairs related to the martial arts training ground, and he had to do this.

Finally, Yidan, the gatekeeper of the martial arts field who had once knelt before Moshe and had a very active mind, mustered up the courage to walk to Moshe again.

"What's your name?" Before he could open his mouth, the black-haired boy raised his eyes and asked. He had a calm expression and seemed to be emotionally stable.

Idan opened his mouth, swallowed what he wanted to say, then bowed his head and answered very respectfully: "My name is Idan Howard."

"You are not only responsible for managing the affairs of the martial arts training ground, but also guiding the training of the newcomers, right?"

"...Yes." This young master, who was not in good health, had never cared about the martial arts field before. Yidan kept his head down and breathed softly, as if he could smell the smell of a storm coming.

"So, Edan, Moshe McIntosh has requested a sparring match." His tone was calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary little thing.

"Okay. Ah... what did you say?" Sparring? Itami was stunned at first, then his eyes widened in disbelief.

"I apply for sparring." Mo Xie looked at him directly and repeated it seriously.

At times like this, I shouldn't act like I haven't seen the world before. I need to calm down. Comforting myself with this, Itami took a deep breath, smiled stiffly, and asked, "Who do you want to practice with?"

In other words, who can you fight with with your pale face and thin body?

"you."

Haha, I must be hallucinating. Yidan laughed in his heart, feeling a little dazed.

Could it be that he hasn't paid attention to the current situation in the training ground for too long? Does Master Moshe really not know the basic strength of the McIntosh Knights?

Seeing his eyes flickering, Mo Xie slowly explained, "We are not training in strength, but in skills. As a first-level gold knight, this should not be a difficult task for you."

This answer was beyond Yidan's expectations. Master Moshe knew his class and didn't look like he was joking.

Indeed, controlling power is the basic skill of a knight. It can not only turn over raging waves and split the sky and earth, but also protect fragile and perishable things.

Does this matter need to be reported?

Probably it is not necessary, because the Marquis only wants to hear valuable information.

“…I understand.”

Idan no longer hesitated, took off the sword from his waist and gently placed it next to the weapon rack, then shouted loudly: "Make way."

The knights and mercenaries stopped training and retreated to the outer circle of the training ground, casting curious glances.

"I am the gatekeeper of the McIntosh Fort Training Grounds, Edan Howard, a first-level gold knight, and I am here to accept your application for sparring."

Moshe stood opposite him, stretched his body slightly, and said seriously, "I am Moshe Mackintosh. Thank you for your guidance."