Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Originally, the memorial ceremony was to last at least three full days, showing the youths' vigorous vitality and superb skills to the gods in heaven, while also taking the opportunity to select outstanding talents for the Royal Knights.

However, now, the God of Creation has issued an oracle, saying that in the near future, the world will face a devastating disaster.

The high priest of the temple was not clear about what the "disaster" that the Creator God was talking about was.

But whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, it is not something that humans can easily resolve.

Only one person can save the world, and that is His agent on earth, the savior who combines the power of God and the hope of all living beings - Arthurs MacIntosh.

People always have wild thoughts when they are free, and King Renekton, no matter how confused he is, understands this. So he specifically ordered the opening of the Autumn Harvest Night Market in advance to divert the attention of the people and reduce their anxiety.

No. 9, Kanwei Street, Wangcheng District, in front of Leihuo Weapons Store.

"Then it's settled, let's meet here at 10 o'clock." After saying that, Dalio looked at the young man opposite cautiously, "But... do you really want to go to the night market with us, Senior Colin?"

Colin gave his signature squinty smile, "Do I look like I'm kidding?"

"No, no! I just want to confirm it, haha..." Dalio panicked and looked to his all-round roommate Mo Xie for help.

Mo Xie took over the conversation skillfully and said with a smile: "Senior, we are looking forward to traveling with you."

Vivian nodded and agreed, "Yes, the president was the only one in the advanced department who received an S rating last year. Going to the night market with the president will definitely increase my knowledge."

Although she is one grade younger than Colin, they belong to the same department, so there is no need to address him as "senior".

Colin was very modest. "It's just a final exam result for a school year. It's not something to brag about."

As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Vivian, who brought out this lethal weapon, pursed her lips tightly and broke out in a cold sweat.

Only? The last person to use this word in a sentence with the term exam was Fron Mackintosh. Geniuses do have similarities.

Moshe thought of the E grade on his student ID and had a more precise understanding of Colin Collacott's learning ability.

I want to become friends with Senior Colin. He thought so with a gleam in his light brown eyes.

"Then let's split up first!" Dalio clenched his fists and ran away first.

We must take Senior Colin somewhere else before his father and brother notice them.

That's "someone else's child"! He doesn't want to be nagged all day.

Mo Xie and the two smiled at each other, then dispersed to find their families.

Although the Autumn Harvest Night Market is called a "night market", it is open during the day. Except for meal times, the stall owners have to stay at their stalls almost all day, from morning to early morning.

They don't feel it's hard and even want to skip the meal time.

After all, this is a great opportunity to promote your own products, and you won’t miss it again.

"Mo Xie, where did you go just now?" Euphemia asked curiously.

Mo Xie answered truthfully: "I chatted with a friend for a while, and by the way, we made an appointment to go to the night market together in the evening."

Euphemia was very interested and continued to ask, "Are you a student of the academy?"

"Yeah." Mo Xie nodded and said, "My roommate, senior, and the president of the student union."

Floen, who was walking side by side, suddenly asked, "The current president of the student union is Colin Collet, right?"

Mo Xie turned his head and asked, "Do you know him?"

He knew that Frohn was busy with work, but he didn't expect that he had reached the point of being "oblivious to what was happening outside."

"At the student union election ceremony held last year, I graduated and stepped down as president, and he took over after receiving the highest number of votes." Frohn's tone was flat, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"So you were once the president of the student union." Moshe praised Frohn naturally. "That's right. You are knowledgeable, capable, and a powerful magician. You are the perfect person for that position."

The tips of Floin's ears turned slightly red, and he pursed his lips unconsciously.

As long as he could remember, he had been constantly praised. Gradually, he felt numb and bored, and no matter how much praise he received, it could not stir up any ripples in his heart.

But what is happening now?

Why did he feel his cheeks getting hot and his heart beating faster when listening to Mo Xie's sincere words?

Euphemia beside him seemed to notice this as well and gave him a subtle smile.

It felt like walking naked on the street... Frohn coughed dryly and continued the topic: "Ahem, how did you two meet?"

"The first time we met was in the Student Union Office, when I was submitting the martial arts exam registration form. The senior was very kind to me and told me the requirements for filling out the form."

Then, Moshe described the few times they had met.

Fron and Euphemia listened quietly, and then unexpectedly showed similar expressions.

They seemed to be thinking or planning something.

Mo Xie asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Euphemia is the best at using the magic of "deduction", and her state changes are as easy and natural as breathing.

She smiled and held Moshe's arm with both hands, "It's nothing, we are happy that you have made good friends."

Floen also nodded slightly in agreement.

"Let's go take a look at that stall." The fair and delicate finger pointed to the front, where many people in luxurious clothes were standing.

So the two brothers followed their sister's footsteps and came to the stall.

"How dare you sell such vulgar clothes?"

"Could your fashion designer be smuggled in from an uncivilized tribe?"

"You must have used some unfair means to get this stall."

"It's really immoral..."

Unlike what they expected, the people in luxurious clothes had contempt and disgust on their faces, and kept chattering about the goods sold at the stalls and the people in charge.

The person in charge was a middle-aged woman, her face flushed red, her head lowered, enduring the malicious gazes and words.

Let's look at the so-called "vulgar" clothes. They are very different from traditional Rekton clothing, mainly in terms of materials and structure.

The top looks a lot like a sleeveless high-necked bodysuit, and the fabric is thin and stretchy, with a matte effect when the sun catches on it.

The top of the pants has a peculiar design, with a short piece that goes over the crotch in the front and a long piece that goes over the knee in the back.

When the wind blows, the front and back pieces will sway with the wind, covering the private parts while adding a sense of cool and handsomeness.

The tops are revealing and the pants are conservative, and the two are cleverly combined to form this set of exotic clothes.

"Hello, I would like to try on this dress."

Who? The elegantly dressed people all turned to look at the person who spoke. Who was so bold? How dare he go against them, the upper class nobles!

Black hair, light brown eyes, and the two people around him, the famous Mackintosh family, Euphemia Mackintosh and Frohn Mackintosh, so he is...

Mad, mad dog?!

The so-called upper class nobles were stunned and could not believe what they saw.

The bottom line of the McIntosh family, the mad dog gangster actually stood with his family, and even linked their arms, looking like they had a very good and close relationship!

People who can set up stalls at the Autumn Harvest Night Market are more concerned about current affairs, and the lady in charge naturally recognized the three direct descendants of the McIntosh family.

She clasped her hands in front of her, took a quick look at the shabby little beige tent next to her, and said in a trembling voice: "There is only a small tent in the stall for changing clothes, if you don't mind..."

Ha! Forget about this dirty and torn tent, but how could that mad dog change his clothes in public?

Just as the upper nobles were thinking this, "Mad Dog" Mo Xie smiled and said in a friendly and kind tone: "I don't mind."

what? !

The upper nobles widened their eyes once again, their hearts filled with shock and doubt.

Moshe held up the hanger, "Brother Frohn, Euphemia, can you wait for me here for a moment?"

"of course can."

"Go."

The brother and sister responded without hesitation.