Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Seeing these eyes, Barrett's expression suddenly changed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"The people of the Haizhou Sea Clan are different from the people of the East and West Continents." The old lady did not answer directly, but introduced her own tribe. "The people of the Haizhou Sea Clan are born with the ability to use magic. Both men and women will have a strong physique when they grow up. Relying on these two points, we can survive and reproduce in Haizhou for a long time."

"We don't have any holy sacrifices, nor do we have any other special abilities. Perhaps in order to balance the power of time, the God of Creation bestowed powerful powers on a member of the tribe when the sea tribe was just beginning to take shape."

"That tribesman became the first patriarch of the Sea Clan. Under the leadership of the patriarch, the Sea Clan continued to grow and develop. You all know what happened later. In order to resist the transoceanic war, the deep-sea giant Zandra was summoned, and an underwater passage was built in cooperation with the East and West continents. All important powers were controlled by the patriarch."

Barritt listened quietly and nodded thoughtfully.

"The Sea Tribe are also human, and their lifespan is no more than a hundred years. When the current leader dies, the leader's mark will appear on a member of the tribe, and the member will gain all of his power and authority."

"Whether that tribe member is old or young, male or female, smart or stupid, we will follow his leadership until life passes away again and the mark is transferred."

"However, a week has passed since the last clan leader passed away. We gathered all the clan members and carefully examined their bodies, but we still couldn't find any mark of the clan leader."

Finally, I got to the point. Artborg's overly calm eyes revealed this thought.

"In other words, we can only go to the East Continent after we find the next clan leader," Barritt concluded.

"Yes." The old lady stretched out her skinny index finger, and the liquid in the cup slowly floated into the air, then split into several water droplets surrounding her.

"The Creator God's agent on earth, young savior, what is your name?"

Arthurs was stunned for a moment when he was asked this question unexpectedly. He answered calmly, "My name is Arthurs McIntosh."

The water droplets floated in front of him, each one was clear and bright, reflecting his figure. They were like a pair of eyes, silently examining something.

"so good."

Not knowing what the old lady was referring to, Arthur pursed his lips and remained silent.

"The power of the clan leader was bestowed by the God of Creation, and you also have the power of the God of Creation in your body." The old lady closed her eyes again, and the water droplets lost their traction and fell to the ground with a clatter. "When you and the clan leader's mark are within a certain range, the power will resonate."

Hearing this, Arthurs immediately turned to look at Artborg with a questioning look in his eyes.

Artborg glanced at him indifferently without any expression.

My father's silence meant he agreed. I had to behave well and not bring shame to the McIntosh family.

So Arthas remained calm and spoke slowly: "Then I will also help find the next clan leader. During this period, it is up to the Laohai tribe to provide a place for the Renekton Expeditionary Corps to rest."

"Of course. Genielnis will take care of it."

The middle-aged man in charge of reception took two steps forward and bowed to them.

“Young savior, you can team up with friends of similar age to search for him. Perhaps the next clan leader is hiding somewhere and refuses to come out because he is afraid of tall people? Hehehe…”

This deep laughter seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and when she spoke again her voice was extremely weak: "I am a little tired, so I will not entertain you."

Artborg was the first to step out of the room, with a calm expression and indifferent eyes, as if he did not notice the relief the old man felt before his death.

Yes, that pair of pure gray eyes symbolizes the end of life.

"Next, I will take you to the resting place." Gennielnis continued to perform the duties of a receptionist.

This elder clearly already knew who the patriarch's mark was on, so why did he do this? Barritt frowned slightly, wondering in his heart.

However, how many children of the same age as Young Master Arthurs are there in the expeditionary force?

At this time, the three minors had already walked into the forest in the west.

"If there is only one tribe of the Sea Clan on the island, doesn't that mean that the entire island belongs to the Sea Clan?" Archibald's amethyst eyes sparkled as he looked around curiously.

"Although the sea island is large and rich in natural resources, it has many restrictions in other aspects." Moshe gently stroked the rough tree trunk and said, "They don't have wide passages, rich food, and can't frequently communicate with the outside world."

"Indeed, I just noticed that most of the food of the sea people is seafood and fruit." Archibald imagined himself living on the sea island and lowered his eyes.

Colin suddenly said, "There's a man ahead."

Mo Xie had sensed the signs of biological activity a long time ago, and now he looked over as if he had just discovered something.

The man had a broad back and sat on a stone. There were a few wooden sticks inserted diagonally in front of him, and he seemed to be stewing something, emitting a rich aroma.

He was so focused that he didn't notice the three people approaching at all.

"Hello, Senior."

The moment the voice sounded, the round body sprang up, and a look of horror said: "Why are you here?"

"What about you, senior?" Mo Xie asked with a smile, "What are you doing?"

"Of course I am... eating." This person was none other than Mickey Suckwin, the chief plant grower who was cooking in the frozen tundra ruins.

"Are these the ingredients you brought from Rekton, or did you collect them on the sea island, Mickey?" Archibald seemed to know him. He walked to the iron pot very naturally and observed the food bubbling inside.

Mickey suddenly felt a pain in his heart and couldn't breathe, "Ah! Don't... don't say that name!"

Archibald blinked and said, "Okay, Sakwin."

"I just collected it." Mickey returned to normal in a second, pushed up his non-existent glasses and said, "Do you want to eat it? I can give you a bowl, but you can't tell others that I'm cooking here."

"Let's go, Moshe."

"Junior, go to the front and take a look."

Archibald and Colin grabbed Moshe's wrist at the same time and took steps at a steady pace.

Mickey held out his right hand and yelled, "No! Are you just leaving like that?!"

Mo Xie turned his head and said with a smile, "See you later, Senior Sakwin."

Away from Mickey Sackwin and his red-hot iron pot, the two men let go of Moshe and walked side by side as before.

Mo Xie thought this action was a bit childish, and couldn't help asking with a smile: "Why did you grab me and leave? Is Senior Sakwin a scary person?"

Archibald showed a complicated expression, "Mickey is not terrible, it's just... the food he cooks is weird."

"It's like a magic potion among food." Colin added.

"I see." Was the holy sacrifice used?

Just as Mo Xie was thinking, he suddenly felt a warmth in his chest, and the ice-blue pendant emitted a dazzling light.

He raised his hand to signal the two to wait for a moment, holding the pendant and listening to the sound inside.

[Where are you?]

"I'm in the west forest."

[…Stay where you are, I’ll come find you.]

As soon as the words were spoken, the communication was interrupted.

"What's the matter?" Archibald asked.

Moshe stuffed the pendant back, "Arthurs wants to see me."

It turns out that this is not an ordinary communication tool, it also has a positioning function.

"Maybe it has something to do with our current goal." This time Colin was very proactive, "I'll wait here with you."

Archibald quickly raised his hand, "Me too!"

Mo Xie smiled and said, "Thank you."

He suddenly had a familiar feeling.

It was as if I had returned to the past, when I was the deputy regiment commander and went out on missions with the soldiers, and felt that feeling between tension and relaxation.

Not long after, a young boy with blond hair and blue eyes came galloping over.

For him, traveling such a long distance seemed as easy as taking a car.

His eyes swept across Colin and Archibald, and finally met Moshe's gaze. He said with a complicated expression: "You..."