Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Seeing no one responded, Mo Xie went straight to the open space in the middle of the camp.

"Can I sit here?"

"Huh?!" The boy with red hair and purple eyes didn't expect him to talk to him. His whole body trembled violently, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

Mo Xie lowered his eyes and looked at the sword blade that was almost poking his toes. Out of kindness, he bent down to pick it up and held it flat in front of him.

"Give."

"Thank you, thank you! Please sit anywhere!" The boy's face flushed, and he quickly stood up, took the sword, and moved to the side.

Arthurs was still sitting on the tree stump, surrounded by several children who were talking excitedly and looked very welcome.

Mo Xie had no intention of approaching him and talking to him to ruin his good mood, so he started with friendly inquiries.

"Hello, who is the person in charge of the camp?"

The boy blinked. "No one is in charge."

"Huh?" Mo Xie felt a little confused. It was obviously not reasonable for a dozen minors to gather in the forest without any adult supervision or care.

The boy sheathed his sword, not panicking at all as he had just talked, and explained patiently, "Not only this clearing, but the entire forest can be considered a camp. Even if you can survive alone in the wild, you must be able to at least reach this level to participate in the memorial ceremony."

"Although it may seem conceited to say this, we are indeed the most outstanding direct descendants recommended by the family. We have all received professional training with the premise of going to the battlefield after adulthood."

"To be fair, we have two days to prepare, mainly to simply understand each other's development direction, behavioral habits, common moves, etc. The time is not long, and there are Renekton's troops guarding the border, so it is not dangerous."

“Besides, even if something unexpected happens, we still have the Shadow Guards.” The boy pointed to the sky and lowered his voice deliberately. “They are protecting us where we can’t see, so don’t worry.”

Moshe nodded thoughtfully and gave the boy a kind smile, "I see. Thank you for your detailed explanation."

"It's nothing..." the boy replied softly, his fingers stroking the intricate patterns on the scabbard, and he returned to his initial shy state.

Shadow Guard...

Mo Xie seemed to look around casually, his eyes passing through the dense bushes, from top to bottom, from far to near, taking in all the scenes.

Suddenly, a few flashes of golden light appeared, and a sense of disobedience filled my heart.

found it.

He looked deliberately in a certain direction, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and paused.

It's very well hidden, gentlemen of the Shadow Guards.

At the same time, the man whose figure was completely hidden in the darkness suddenly trembled his eyelids, his heartbeat quickened, and he glanced at the black-haired boy out of the corner of his eye.

[…The child seemed to be aware of our location.]

[I feel the same way. I'm curious about how he does it.]

[Yes, we are wearing magic tools that can interfere with magic.]

There was a priest among the Shadow Guards who could use mental communication, and they happened to use this to engage in a silent conversation.

On the other side of the camp, with Arthurs as the center, the largest social circle has been formed.

"I heard that this time it was the one who was in charge of presiding over the memorial ceremony."

"Really?! Oh... I can actually meet that person in my lifetime. I will die without regrets!"

"Don't talk nonsense. You are only twelve years old and you will live a long time."

"Oh my God? If I understand correctly, you are caring about me, my dear friend." The gray-haired boy smiled excitedly.

The orange-haired girl curled her lips and said, "You misunderstood."

[I guess the little orange-haired girl likes the little gray mushroom.]

[Haha, what a weird nickname like Little Gray Mushroom.]

[I agree with your point of view. By the way, I would like to add that Little Gray Mushroom now only considers Little Orange as a good friend.]

The daily life of the shadow guards is boring but exciting. Their greatest pleasure is studying the targets they are to protect.

"By the way, have you heard? Arthurs' brother will also participate this time."

"Ah? Can't a family only have one person?"

"In fact, this is just a rule that everyone has tacitly accepted since the first Holy Spirit Celebration. There is no explicit regulation."

"The mad dog?"

"Yes."

[It looks like there will be some great people appearing this year.]

[So you don’t know who he is? The one with black hair.]

[Who is it? Is it a famous kid from a famous family?]

[He is...]

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet."

Seeing the red-haired, purple-eyed boy sitting there blankly, with no intention of integrating into the social circle, Moshe took the initiative to talk again: "Hello, I'm Moshe McIntosh."

[Moshe MacIntosh.]

[Huh!]

[This is really... I never expected it.]

As soon as the words fell, a flock of birds flew across the sky, chirping at a very timely moment, and then the atmosphere became unusually quiet again.

Who would have thought that the sunny and cheerful man was Moshe Mackintosh!

I actually called him "mad dog" in front of the mad dog himself!

I've brought shame to the family again!

The little men in the children's hearts had been crushed by them, and they lay prone on the grey ground, looking as if they were about to die. They were filled with despair, pain, regret, and yet also revealed a strange sense of serenity.

Only two children were relatively calm.

One is Arthur McIntosh, the center of the social circle who wants to pretend to be a little adult.

The other one is the person Mo Xie is communicating with, a boy with red hair and purple eyes.

"So you are Mr. Moshe!" The boy showed a surprised expression, and then naturally stretched out his left hand, "I am Archibald Elkamo."

Hearing this name, Moshe was also a little surprised, "Young Duke Elkamo, I have heard of your great name for a long time."

He took Archibald Elkamo's hand and shook it.

Unlike his fair, soft and tender cheeks, Archibald Elkamo's palms were very rough, like those of a swordsman who had practiced for ten years, with a thick layer of calluses at the bases of his fingers and on the palms.

"I can finally thank you in person for the martial arts exam finals." Mo Xie suddenly said.

Archibald's eyes darkened, "But it's still a pity in the end..."

"We still have a chance to compete again." After saying that, Mo Xie smiled and pointed to the ground under his feet.

Archibald's expression suddenly became clear. "Yes! There is also a memorial ceremony..."

The two smiled at each other and turned to talk about other topics.

On the other hand, a heated discussion began in the social circle about "Why did Moshe Mackintosh change so much?"

"Arthur, why are you sitting here? Isn't he your brother?" the friend suddenly asked.

Arthurs crossed his fingers and placed them under his chin, staring solemnly in the direction of Moshe. "...Don't talk, I'm thinking."

Moshe seems to have a good relationship with the young Duke of Elkamo.

why?

When did they meet?

My friend shrugged, "Okay."