Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Chapter 135: Denton's Escape

On the jade pedestal, among all the direct descendants of the Rekton royal family, one person's clothing was particularly eye-catching.

The scarlet rose on the battlefield, the Valkyrie symbolizing victory, Her Royal Highness the Second Princess of the Kingdom of Renekton, Captain of the White Star Team of the Royal Knights - Sigrdrifa Renekton. This is the second time she has worn a trouser uniform when attending a major national event.

The dark red double-breasted vest and pure white high-necked shirt fit the body perfectly, showing the strength of the female body. The golden multi-material composite belt is decorated with glossy wheat ears and a dark iron and silver carved dagger for self-defense is hung on it.

The most eye-catching thing is the red and white velvet Attila jacket she wore on her left body, which was decorated with many horizontal golden ribbons. It was solemn and domineering, showing the demeanor of a goddess on the battlefield.

Christian stared at the center of the venue, leaned close to Sigrdrifa's ear, and asked quietly: "Second Sister, do you know him? What's his name?"

Sigrdrifa slowly side-glanced at her brother with a half-smile, "Moshe MacIntosh."

Christian suddenly realized, "So he is Uncle McIntosh's troubled child!"

Even though he lowered his voice, it still sounded a little harsh.

Sigrdrifa narrowed her eyes slightly, and after a moment of silence, she spoke casually, "...Did Marquis Mackintosh say that?"

"No, it was the ministers who said it in private, and I heard it by chance." The little prince acted innocently and did not notice his sister's change of mood at all.

"I see..." Sigrdrifa nodded thoughtfully, raising the corners of her red lips with a subtle smile.

It turned out that those old guys were gossiping behind my back.

All words and actions that may cause confusion and conflict should be stopped, and this kind of thing should have been engraved in our hearts long ago.

The little prince suddenly felt a chill running up his spine to the top of his head, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Is this the temperature in Renekton's autumn? He wondered with some doubt.

Opposite the jade pedestal, Saint Envoy Xuan Ye and Her Royal Highness the Second Princess, who were sitting on a high white platform with an attitude of looking down on everyone, with their index fingers against their chins, had similar thoughts.

His sacrifice has no direct impact on things, so the price to be paid is also very small.

Just now, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a young man who looked to be developing rather quickly. His muscles were taut, his two thick and long eyebrows were twisted together, his nose was twitching slightly, and he seemed to be angry for some unknown reason.

My intuition is always right. Griffith thought to himself as he started the holy ritual, establishing a connection with the young man and seeing the scene he imagined.

After the white fog dissipated, the inner world gradually became clear.

That is……

Griffith's dark pupils suddenly shrank and his breathing stopped for a moment.

From the first-person perspective, a pair of large hands with marks on them moved away, and then a red human figure fell to the ground, broken and tattered like an abandoned doll.

There were hideous wounds on the joints of the limbs, as if they had been chopped by a sharp weapon. The flesh and blood were blurred, revealing the white bones.

Although the black hair was stained with blood, covering most of his face, Griffith still recognized the boy's identity at a glance.

It was the child of a former friend that he had been talking about with Hogorechi a few days ago, and who had also aroused his interest and whom he had accepted as his apprentice in an almost coercive manner—Moshe McIntosh.

When did this happen? He couldn't help but recall the physical condition of Mo Xie when he met him twice.

There was no trace of blood, the state was very stable, and there was nothing abnormal in the defensive and attacking movements.

So is this just pure imagination? Is it jealousy or past unhappiness?

Griffiths felt inexplicably angry, as if his things were being treated casually.

What is his identity? A veteran of the Magicians Association, a magician at the level of a Saint Envoy, he has enough capital to act recklessly, so he doesn't need to be patient anymore.

So he turned his dark eyes, stared at the rough young man expressionlessly and said: "People over there, don't think of strange things."

As soon as he finished speaking, almost everyone cast doubtful glances at him at the same time, cautiously and half-hiding their expressions, for fear of offending this important figure.

"You must watch the memorial ceremony carefully with great respect for the God of Creation."

Griffith's voice was very low, like a thunderstorm that had been building up in the sky and suddenly fell into his ears, making people terrified.

Why is he suddenly angry again... To be honest, isn't he the one who best fits the legend of being a "mad dog with unpredictable moods"?

Sitting on the roof of a low house, the magic tool master Huo Guoleiqi, who was assembling magic tools in his hands, sighed helplessly.

Griffiths's gaze was too cold. The rugged young man, Denton Gunther, who was defeated by Moshe, trembled uncontrollably all over. His tall body could not hide his weak heart.

Why would such a big shot target me?

What did I do wrong? Why do you treat me like this?!

The gaze of the superior did not stop, and it became even colder. My skin was inexplicably itchy, as if an electric current was flowing through my body, sounding the alarm for the impending natural disaster.

No, no! I'll leave, I'll leave now!

Escape...Yes, running away is shameful but very useful!

Denton swallowed hard and said to Count Gunther beside him: "Father, I suddenly feel unwell and want to go back to rest."

"What happened suddenly?" Count Gunther frowned slightly. Seeing his son's pale face, he was very worried. "Go, let the butler bring a doctor to check you out."

"Okay..." Denton simply responded and walked towards home without looking back.

That extremely oppressive gaze was still glued to his back. He gradually quickened his pace, and in the end he actually fled in a panic, disappearing outside the wall of Wangcheng District.

Griffiths finally withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and turned to look at Moshe who was talking to a little curly-haired boy.

Don't thank me too much. This is what a master should do.

Dalio lowered his voice and said, "Mo Xie... Denton was glaring at you fiercely just now."

He did his best to play the role of "line of sight detection radar" and promptly fed back the results to the signal receiving point.

Mo Xie nodded nonchalantly, "Yeah, I saw it."

His mental strength was abundant now, even overflowing, so he had entered the perception field of vision as early as the beginning of the memorial ceremony and had maintained it until now. As a result, his perception had become very sharp and he noticed Denton's eager gaze.

"But for some reason, his face suddenly turned ugly, and then he... ran away in fear?" Dalio's tone was a little hesitant, as if he was thinking about whether the words "fear" and "run away" matched Denton Gunther.

"We don't need to pay attention to him." Mo Xie looked towards the center of the field and said calmly, "The next group will go on stage."