Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Chapter 131 Becoming Friends

Perhaps some people have the same doubts as Arthurs, how could the young Duke of Elkamo chat and laugh with the notorious mad dog?

Some people may find it strange that these two people, both contestants in the martial arts exam, behave as if they are meeting for the first time?

Before the children could think deeply, the person involved quickly gave the answer.

"In fact, I have always wanted to meet you, not only out of curiosity, but also because we are of the same age." Archibald placed his sword next to the tree trunk seat and said softly.

Mo Xie tilted his head slightly, blinked slowly, and pretended to listen carefully.

"Originally, the martial arts exam was a great opportunity, but our venues were divided into diagonal positions twice. The distance was too far, and I had to focus on the opponent in front of me and fight seriously, so I missed your fighting posture."

Archibald pursed his lips and continued, "I plan to find you after the martial arts exam semi-finals, but you are injured and must be treated immediately, so..."

"So we missed each other again?" Mo Xie smiled and his tone was very pleasant.

"Yes." Archibald was slightly stunned, his eyes suddenly evasive, "Then I asked for leave and went home for a while, so I didn't attend classes or participate in outdoor practical activities."

Ah... were Mo Xie's eyes like this just now? As if they were coated with a layer of gold powder and sprinkled with sunlight.

It was clearly a calm gaze, but why did I feel as if my heart was being seen through and analyzed, as if an elder was looking at a cute child?

And the strangest thing is, this feeling seems... to make me feel at ease?

When Archibald raised his eyes again and looked directly into the other's eyes, the bright golden light had disappeared.

Is it my imagination? he thought.

"So did you meet that person after you won the final?"

Mo Xie calmly suppressed his active mental power and said with a smile: "It is the chief examiner, the Holy Envoy Xuan Ye who is worshipped and respected by the students."

Perhaps Nolan did something strange in his spiritual world, so his spiritual power is so active and abundant.

This was different from when his subordinate, Bellion, replenished his mental power. His magic power was not affected, so it was easy to distinguish.

Xuan Ye, the Holy Envoy of the Magicians Association, is one of the people that Mo Xie is currently paying the most attention to.

When he signed up for the martial arts exam, he was thinking about what kind of person this Xuan Ye Saint Envoy, who was said by students to have unfathomable strength and great powers, was, and whether he knew how to get close to God or invite God to descend.

Archibald's expression became a little subtle, "No."

"Oh?" Mo Xie rubbed his fingertips.

This is really an unexpected answer.

Receive guidance from the Holy Envoy Xuan Ye, which is the reward publicly promised by the academy.

Did Dean Dor fail to keep his promise, or was Saint Envoy Xuan Ye reluctant to deliver?

Although there are only these two speculations, it is highly likely that neither is the case.

Archibald seemed to feel tired of communicating with his head tilted, so he simply raised his legs and sat on the wooden stake. He recalled: "I was brought to a room by the Magicians' Association. There was something like a crystal column in the middle, and nothing else."

"They placed an hourglass in the corner, left me alone, and then backed out. I could feel that they had put up some kind of barrier that completely blocked out the sound and power."

"Then, a very low voice that was obviously disguised by magic came from the crystal column, asking what I wanted to obtain."

Archibald paused and said, "Yes, you asked me what I wanted to gain, not what kind of guidance I wanted. It sounds a bit strange, but I didn't have time to think about it."

"Because I was about to advance to a first-level magician, I asked him questions related to magic power. He answered without thinking and his words were concise and easy to understand."

"I followed his advice and adjusted my breathing method, and the magic power actually flowed more smoothly." After saying this, Archibald turned his left hand palm up, and a ball of hot and bright flame that was very similar in color to his hair appeared out of thin air.

But he soon realized something, put his hands behind his back in panic, and then looked at Mo Xie cautiously.

The key words that appear in many rumors about Moshe McIntosh are: no magic spring, no magic power, and the bottom line of the McIntosh family.

He forgot all this and did something offensive, really...

Moshe didn't seem to notice Archibald's uneasiness. "It seems that he is really mysterious. Thank you for sharing your experience, Little Duke of Elkamo."

Archibald was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Are we...friends now?"

Moshe raised his left hand that had just been shaking his, "I thought we were already."

"Then can I call you Moshe? You can also call me Archibald." Archibald's purple eyes sparkled, like amethyst hidden in the deepest part of a cave. "After all, we are of the same age..."

"Of course, Archibald, my friend."

Archibald smiled brightly and was about to say something, but a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy interrupted him at an inopportune moment.

"Ahem..."

Moshe smiled, "Arthurs."

He thought his brother was going to stick with the stranger approach and refuse to interact with him during the entire memorial ceremony.

Arthurs looked down at the stone at his feet, kicked it away as if unintentionally, and said in an awkward tone: "Do you want to practice? Let's continue from last time."

After a short pause of two seconds, he didn't even give Mo Xie a chance to react. He turned around and was about to leave as if he regretted his decision.

"If you don't want to, forget it."

"Wait a moment." Mo Xie subconsciously wanted to grab his wrist, but suddenly remembered his defensive attitude, so his fingertips just lightly brushed the fabric and then retracted it.

"Come on." Mo Xie raised the corners of his lips slightly and said seriously, "I will try my best to avoid all your attacks this time."

"Stop talking big." Although he said this, Arthurs' attitude softened significantly.

Under the gaze of the children, the two came to the widest open space in the camp and each showed their exclusive weapons.

"Ooooh! It's that strange weapon!"

"If he can use it, that means the magic light blade is actually sprinkled with 'magic trace powder'? But the weapon activation process takes no more than a second. Where is the 'magic trace powder' stored, and when was it sprinkled?"

"So Senior Frohn is a genius among geniuses! This is something we cannot understand."

Arthurs gripped the gun handle tightly and slowly adjusted the rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat.

He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Moshe.

For example, how did you know that there were malignant crystals in Baz's body?

Not only did he act on his own initiative, but he also said such ugly words.

For example, have you been hiding your strength all this time?

You have deceived so many people. The entire nation of Renekton, from the royal family to the common people, were kept in the dark by you. You must feel a great sense of accomplishment.

For example, what kind of person are you?

Arthurs exerted force on his feet, and his body flashed, and he came in front of Moshe like a gust of wind.

Mo Xie did not dodge, but stood where he was, and with a slight movement of his wrist, he blocked the slender lance.

"What... that reaction speed."

"Is he really Moshe MacIntosh?"

"What on earth did I miss? Damn it!"

In addition to being shocked, the children deeply regretted their decision not to watch the martial arts exam.