Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Chapter 285 Curse Conjecture, Young Envoy

During the banquet, the royal family opened an entire floor of rooms for guests to use, just for this kind of private moment.

Leyana followed Artborg to the end of the corridor and suddenly heard light footsteps behind her, which made her alert.

She turned her head slowly, and a strand of black hair came into view first, followed by the familiar face with a gentle smile.

"Nice to meet you, Your Highness. I am the second son of the McIntosh family, Moshe McIntosh."

Behind the young man, a furry, golden head popped up, "Hello, Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Leyana felt a little confused. Why did these two children follow her?

"Well...hello, gentlemen."

Art Bolger said nothing, seeming to consent to their joining the conversation.

The room is spacious enough for four people to move around freely.

Artborg and Leyana sat opposite each other, and Arthurs chose to stay on the edge of the sofa on the same side without any hesitation.

"I didn't expect that King Renekton would choose you." Leyana folded her hands on her legs and spoke slowly.

"Your Majesty trusts me and my family. We will do our best to meet your expectations and help Mouk solve the problem." Artbolg accepted it well and looked calm as usual. "Please tell me your concerns."

Leyana's eyes moved slightly, she exhaled lightly, and replied: "This is a crazy guess that is closest to reality."

"My brother and sister suddenly fell into a deep sleep, crops withered on a large scale, streams dried up, and the people were in a state of depression... All this is because—"

She clutched her skirt tightly and squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "We are cursed by the World Tree."

The World Tree is the oldest and largest tree growing within the territory of the Mauk Chiefdom.

After repeated research and measurements, indigenous scholars have concluded that the World Tree appeared in this world far earlier than humans.

Unlike people from other countries or organizations, the "ancient tree" mentioned by the Mauk Aboriginal people usually refers to this.

Art Borg was silent for a moment, then said, "You said this is a conjecture, which means that Mouk has no definite evidence, right?"

Leyana nodded, "Yes."

"The World Tree should be the same as the dragon, the original creation of the Creator God, of unknown class, and possessing immeasurable magical power." Artborg's expression was unusually solemn, "This also means that Mouk's problem cannot be fundamentally solved."

"We will accept it no matter what." Leyana's voice became lower and lower, "Even if it can only alleviate the symptoms a little, even if it can... allow the people to maintain a little faith in survival."

At this time, Mo Xie appeared with a tray with three different containers on it.

Artborg is usually strict with himself, and there is always a faint aroma of coffee in his bedroom and study.

Arthurs was still young and full of energy. If he drank tea or coffee, he would have difficulty falling asleep at night.

Leyana is a native of Mauk and has a reverence for natural things, so she prefers to drink water without any additives.

Three exquisite teacups were placed on the coffee table, each filled with three-quarters of the drink.

"Thank you." Leyana looked at him in surprise.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do."

After saying this with a smile, Mo Xie sat very naturally between the two golden lions.

It seems that he is the one who really wants to discuss the plan with Leyana.

"I understand your concerns." Under Arthur's surprised gaze, Artborg picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Just now, I learned from His Majesty's edict that the Temple will also send people to accompany him on this visit to Mauke. They will give Mauke some suggestions based on different perspectives and the results of the field investigation."

Leyana breathed a sigh of relief. "That's great..."

"Marquis, can I tell you what I think?"

In an instant, the eyes of the three people were focused on Mo Xie at the same time.

Art Bolger agreed without hesitation: "Yes."

This is exactly how my father treats his comrades! Is this your confidence, Mo Xie!

Arthurs suddenly understood the meaning of Moshe's smile before coming here.

"Have you ever heard of the Eye of Insight?" asked Moshe.

Artborg remained calm, and there was a hint of admiration and relief in his eyes when he looked at Moshe.

Leyana was stunned for a moment, then nodded gently and said, "I had the honor of seeing a replica of it when Mouk and Renekton worked together to attack the medium-risk plane."

A replica of the Eye of Insight is in the hands of Sigrdrifa, who happened to participate in this battle and made outstanding contributions.

Mo Xie smiled and continued, "The Eye of Insight is a magic tool of legendary quality. It will randomly lock onto the nearest target object for analysis. There is a difference between living things and objects. The former displays various values and comprehensive evaluations, while the latter displays quality, characteristics, and attributes. Compared to the original, the function of the replica is much weaker."

Having said that, how could Leyana not know what Moshe was thinking?

She slowly opened her eyes, with excitement gleaming in her eyes, "Maybe we can..."

The unfinished words and melodious dance music merged into the night as the light and shadow changed and the sun set.

The next morning, little curly-haired Dario stretched and slowly got out of bed.

He came to the window, looked at the magnificent palace in the distance, and thought -

At this time, Mo Xie should be preparing for the banquet, right? The palace banquet will last for a long time, at least five days, I hope he won't be tired.

The students are really determined to get up so early to study.

Why are there still a few seniors from the senior department? What are they doing downstairs of the middle department dormitory?

Hmm? Someone is waving at me?

Wait, wait a minute! Why are you all turning your heads to look at me? !

Dalio froze in place, his eyes wide in horror.

"Neville, you're so lucky!"

I just had a nap, how can I be so lucky?

"Hey! Bro! Take me with you to dinner next time!"

Who is your brother?

"Cheer! Dance! You and the youngest envoy in Renekton's history are roommates!"

What did you say? Did I hear you wrong?

The youngest envoy in history? Who?

Dalio opened the window wider, poked out his shaggy head, and asked blankly: "What are you talking about?"

“He doesn’t know? Oh, that’s right. He is not like us who are still doing experiments until the early morning of the next day.” The student from the advanced department said with a smile.

"Then tell him!" The senior was worried that Dario might not be able to hear clearly from a distance of several meters, so she used a magic tool to amplify the volume.

"Just last night, your roommate, Moshe Mackintosh, was granted the temporary position of 'Royal Envoy' by His Majesty the King, and he will soon set off to visit Mauk!"

"Look, his chin looks like it's about to drag on the floor."

"I guess my reaction when I first learned about this must have been just as stupid as his."

Dalio could no longer hear what the students downstairs were saying.

He could not feel his body, and his brain was empty as if it had been drained. Then a string of characters pounded into his mind - Envoy of the Kingdom.

Isn’t Mo Xie going to the party?

A student of fifteen or sixteen years old, representing the country to visit friendly countries?

The identity was confirmed in less than a day?

Why would His Majesty the King agree to such an absurd thing?

what.

Could it be that I am still dreaming?

Dalio slowly lowered his head to look at his palm, then brought it into almost negative distance contact with his round face.