Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Storage boxes are a must-have item for travel and an indispensable part of daily life.

If possible, Mo Xie would like to share it with his friends from his previous life so that their lives can become more convenient.

"I'll wait for you here."

Colin seemed to be taking him personally to the preparation camp for the memorial ceremony. After saying this with a smile, he stood quietly beside the cabinet waiting.

The dormitory teacher still looked weak, pitiful and helpless. He looked at Colin's handsome profile, then looked at Mo Xie's back as he went upstairs, and sighed cautiously.

Dormitory B0917 is on the sunny side. After opening the windows for ventilation in the morning, the room is filled with pleasant smells.

There were not many things to pack. In addition to the sword and the "Warcraft Illustrated Book" that were originally stored in it, there were also the witch medicine brewed by Bellion, three amulets given by an unknown master, spare clothes and some daily necessities.

While collecting the amulets, Moshe once again entered the realm of perception, activated his magical power, and tried to identify their properties.

However, the amulet seemed to have been restricted by an unknown master and could only be affected and react to magic power, so he had to give up.

"Senior, I've packed it."

"Let's go." Facing Mo Xie with empty hands, Colin didn't ask anything. He just raised the corners of his lips slightly and led the way.

It was a time of celebration and any little news would spread quickly, let alone such a big event as "the mad dog of the McIntosh family was qualified to participate in the memorial ceremony."

The students and teachers passing by slowed down their pace a little and looked at Mo Xie curiously, as if his face was full of flowers.

Leaving aside the common people, every noble in Rekton knew about Moshe MacIntosh's situation.

He has no magic power, no special skills, and lives like a shadow, but he always causes big troubles with his identity.

Even if he defeated Denton Gunther this year and advanced to the martial arts exam semi-finals, the situation would not change much.

Mo Xie occasionally responded to some explicit gazes with a polite smile. After seeing them looking away evasively, he suddenly asked, "Will the senior also participate? The memorial ceremony."

"Do not."

Hearing this answer, Mo Xie nodded and said nothing more, as if it was just a casual question.

Colin found his reaction very novel and opened his eyes slightly. "Aren't you confused? You clearly didn't sign up."

"Of course I have doubts. With my strength, I am not qualified to participate in the memorial ceremony." Mo Xie said calmly, "I didn't expect the Marquis to give me this opportunity."

"Mr. Marquis?"

Mo Xie realized that this title was too unfamiliar among family members, so he changed his words and said, "Well... I mean, father."

The word "father" is still very heavy for him now and he cannot say it out loud easily.

Colin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed softly, "Haha..."

"I didn't expect you to be such a traditional person, junior brother." He stared at Mo Xie with a pair of golden phoenix eyes, and his voice revealed a kind of joy and ease. "Nowadays, few young people use the title of 'Father'. Most of them were often mentioned by our predecessors half a century ago."

"I see. I'll pay attention to that next time." Mo Xie readily agreed.

Colin narrowed his eyes again, but the smile on his face did not diminish.

Soon, they arrived at the back door of the academy, where a simple carriage was already waiting on the road.

"Have you ever experienced motion sickness, junior?" Colin asked.

Moshe answered without hesitation: "No."

Even if this body is prone to motion sickness, he can use his magic power to adjust it.

"Hello, Mr. Moshe and Mr. Colin."

The person driving the carriage was a young knight wearing silver soft armor and a long sword hanging from his waist. The sword swayed from side to side as he turned around, making people wonder if it would suddenly fall off while the carriage was moving.

Mo Xie looked at the man who had naturally boarded the carriage and sat opposite him and asked, "Are you going with me?"

I thought the president would return at this point, but I didn't expect the guidance was not over yet.

"Of course." Colin closed the door of the carriage with his backhand, smiled, and deliberately emphasized the last two words, "I will be responsible for sending you to the camp safely, junior."

After saying this, he leaned back in his chair, slowly crossed his long, straight legs, and exuded an elegant, aristocratic demeanor.

On the surface, he seemed to be admiring the scenery outside the window, but in fact he was observing Moshe quietly.

I'm really getting more and more curious.

Moshe Mackintosh, are you him or not?

Judging from the route of the carriage, the camp for the memorial ceremony was located in the opposite direction of Sunset Hill, close to the border between the Kingdom of Rekton and the Chieftainship of Mauk.

Could it be that Renekton directly transformed the camp for the plane battle into a camp for the memorial ceremony?

Mo Xie thought so as he looked at the slowly changing scenery outside the window.

The carriage stopped steadily in front of a forest.

Why the forest again? Is it because there are so many forests, or is it because of some obsession of Renekton?

Colin opened the door of the carriage before him, then raised his right arm naturally in a waiting gesture, as if he wanted him to help him get off the car.

In Moshe's impression, being led or stepped on by someone's knees to get off the carriage is the treatment a lady deserves.

So he didn't think much about it, he jumped lightly to the ground, and then nodded to Colin calmly.

Colin seemed to be trying hard to hold back his laughter. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "Just follow this road and you'll arrive."

"Thank you, senior. Goodbye."

After saying goodbye to Colin, Moshe walked along the path deep into the forest.

After walking for about ten minutes, before we saw the shape of the camp, we heard the noisy voices of children.

"Hey! Don't take mine! Don't you have any of your own?"

"You little brat! I've been annoyed with you for a long time! Let's have a fight!"

"Stop fighting!"

Moshe pushed aside the branches, stepped over a pile of fresh grass, and finally saw this lively scene.

It was unclear how old they were, but it was certain that the underage children were so busy making a fuss that they didn't notice his presence at all.

Some of them lay on the ground, trying their best to protect the colorful balls under their stomachs; some tore each other's clothes, swinging their fists and launching heavy attacks after one after another; others huddled aside, with tears in their eyes, and kept repeating "Stop fighting, stop fighting" in their mouths.

Finally, the blond boy sitting quietly on the tree stump, away from all the noise and commotion, was, of course, his younger brother, Arthurs McIntosh.

Interestingly, there were no adults in this small area.

Mo Xie stood there and watched for a moment, then suddenly said, "Hello."

As soon as the words fell, everything fell silent and the atmosphere suddenly became unusually quiet.

Countless eyes swept over and fell on a face with a gentle smile.

The children stood up as if nothing had happened and tried to find other things to do to cover up their embarrassment.

When did this person come?!

He couldn't have seen it all, right?!

I've brought shame to my family!

In fact, the villain inside me was already pressing my cheeks hard, roaring silently, looking extremely painful.