Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Chapter 140: See the Young Paladin Again

Moshe blinked. "It's more about intuition than courage and bravery."

When people are in a crisis, they don't have much time to think about what they do. Instead, they react based on their inner instinct and intuition.

For a soldier who has been fighting on the battlefield for more than ten years and has narrowly escaped death countless times, intuition is also a big trump card.

Of course, this is not something to be proud of.

Hearing Moshe's answer, Griffiths was stunned for a moment, then raised the corner of his lips slightly and said, "Intuition? It fits McIntosh's style very well."

It is hard to imagine that he is the same person as the man sitting upright on the podium with a serious expression on his face.

"Do you have anything else to do?" If not, I will go to look after my brother. Mo Xie stared at the translucent spirit and signaled with his eyes.

"More communication can enhance the relationship between master and apprentice, Xiao Mo." Griffiths said the corny words seriously.

Moshe agreed, "Indeed."

He also uses this method when training new members in the military. Only by understanding your companions can you develop a more efficient and successful plan.

"Before long, maybe in an hour, the temple will receive a new oracle, and the fact that your brother Arthurs was chosen by the God of Creation as the human agent will be made public." Griffith's translucent spirit gradually approached his main body, and his voice faded away.

"Since you have been chosen, just do as He asks for the time being. Otherwise..."

Temporarily? Mo Xie keenly caught this word.

Griffiths means... will Arthurs have room to choose himself afterwards?

And what was his last word? I was too far away to hear it clearly.

At this moment, Mo Xie felt his arm being gently touched, "Dalio."

"Were you talking to yourself just now, Moshe?" Dalio looked at his face carefully, with worry in his eyes. "You don't look well, and your lips are pale. Ah! Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." Mo Xie smiled, raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight and said, "I just feel a little hot."

This is the truth.

The God of Creation left, and the spirit fetus regained its freedom. Then, as if to make up for its own shortcomings, it frantically transported magic power to various parts of the body.

Magic power has a warm property. If Dalio moves closer at this time, he can feel the heat coming from Moshe.

"Yes, you just did strenuous exercise and now you are standing in the sun, you must feel hot. Oh, if I had known earlier, I would have brought out the parasol." Dalio sighed, looking a little annoyed.

He raised his hand and gestured a rough shape. "Although it was given to me by my cousin and is decorated with lace, it has a good sun-blocking effect."

"It's okay." Mo Xie patted Dario's shoulder gently to reassure him.

Looking over the noisy hills, he found that the little blond lion had woken up and was looking helplessly in this direction.

"I'm going to go and see Arthurs."

Dalio nodded, "Okay."

The place where they were standing was the border between commoners and nobles. There was a very narrow passage. They only needed to ask politely and slightly turn their body to successfully reach the outside.

Moshe sat down next to Arthurs, "Arthurs, are you okay?"

"...Not good." The little blond lion hugged his legs, buried his face between his knees, and made a dull sound.

Mo Xie used his magic power to create a barrier to block out the sound. "Do you remember what happened just now?"

"Of course I remember! How could I forget that kind of scene..." Arthurs raised his head suddenly, his voice became high-pitched for a moment, and then quickly became low again.

Seeing this, Mo Xie didn't want to force him to recall the details, so he gently comforted him: "Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I can understand your feelings."

Arthurs frowned, "Can you understand? Stop joking!"

Every time Mo Xie got into trouble, someone in the family would clean up after him. Food, clothing, shelter, transportation, money and treasures, everything was not lacking. Living in such a superior environment, what kind of suffering could one experience?

"Then just take it as a joke." Mo Xie said with a smile.

"you……"

The way you speak has become strange. Arthurs was about to say this, but on second thought, they had rarely communicated before and had no idea of ​​understanding each other's way of speaking.

After a moment of silence, he turned to ask questions, "Why were you able to move freely at that time? Brother Frohn was obviously under control."

Mo Xie answered without hesitation: "It's probably because the magic power in Brother Fron's body is too strong."

Arthurs was slightly stunned, then showed an expression that said "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"The Creator God created the rules and gave humans special powers, so humans must abide by the rules and act within the scope allowed by the Creator God."

As if predicting what Arthurs was about to say, Moshe gently placed his hand on his cold knee and continued, "Saint Envoy Xuan Ye seems to know the God of Creation. You are the one chosen by the God of Creation, and I—"

"I don't have any magic in my body, so I'm less affected."

It seems... to make some sense? Following this explanation, Arthurs began to think.

It was not until his knees became warm that he noticed Mo Xie's movements, and suddenly he jumped two meters away like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"How can you touch other people's bodies casually!" And he touched my knee with that bandaged and severely burned hand!

Unlike other Lancers, he paid more attention to his legs than his arms and hands holding the gun.

After all, once you really step onto the battlefield, the defense of your lower body can never be stronger than that of your upper body.

Both Fron and Euphemia knew this, so when they came into contact with him, they would deliberately avoid his legs.

Mo Xie did not expect Arthurs to have such a big reaction. His hand stayed in the air for a moment and then slowly withdrew, "Ah, sorry."

Arthurs curled his lips, "What's the point of saying sorry now..."

"I won't get any closer. We are both parties involved. Let's talk more." Mo Xie spread his hands and showed a kind and friendly smile, "Do you have any other troubles?"

Yes, they were all parties involved and witnessed the coming of the God of Creation together.

Arthurs hesitated for a while, then gradually let down his guard and said in a low voice: "I don't know what the agent is going to do."

Moshe looked at him. "Someone will tell you."

"Who?" The God of Creation has left, who will tell me? Arthurs frowned slightly, not understanding why Mo Xie was so sure.

--Da da.

There was a sound of hard soles hitting the stone floor, and at the same time, a strong magical aura was approaching them.

At the end of the empty street, a group of people wearing the uniforms of temple priests walked over.

At the front of the team, a bright purple color is particularly eye-catching.

However, the people seemed unaware of the arrival of the temple officials and threw all their enthusiasm into the memorial ceremony.

People with higher realms, such as Griffiths, Sigrdrifa, and Frohn, just glanced at it and then looked away.

Through the perception of vision, Moshe discovered that they used a special method to reduce their presence, and the fluid floated calmly in the air without any squeezing.

When they stood still, an impenetrable white wall was formed.

A middle-aged priest with a kind face stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, are you Young Master Arthurs McIntosh?"

In front of outsiders, Arthurs is not a furry cat, but a little gentleman.

He immediately stood up and bowed slightly, "Yes."

"I think you have guessed the purpose of our visit." The middle-aged priest paused and said sincerely, "Please come with us to the temple."

Since this is a matter of the destruction and survival of the world, Arthurs naturally has to actively cooperate.

Before he could utter the word "OK", a figure quickly passed by him and directly held Mo Xie's hand.

"Long time no see, Master Mo Xie."

Moshe shook his clasped hands gently, smiled and said, "It is a pleasure to see you again, Lord Singh."