Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Chapter 284: The Kingdom's Envoys, Unsolvable Problems

The knight in heavy armor stood tall, holding the scabbard tightly and performing the Renekton salute.

The door made of pure gold slowly opened, and the red carpet stretched all the way to the bottom of the platform.

A rich aroma hit me in the face, followed by passionate gazes. The conversation faded, and people in different clothes turned around almost at the same time, not hiding their strong emotions.

Originally, the royal family should have been the last to enter, with the guests lining up according to their rank to welcome them, but now the order is reversed, creating a strange scene.

Artborg was already accustomed to this kind of atmosphere. He walked ahead with his calm and steady demeanor as usual.

Coming to the palace for the first time, Arthur seemed a little nervous, his lips were tightly pursed, his breathing was a little slow, and his pupils were trembling slightly.

Mo Xie stepped onto the red carpet, and her fingers gently brushed the back of his hand, leaving a reassuring warmth.

The magnificently decorated palace seemed to be built layer by layer with fine gold powder, and precious and rare gems were scattered all over the ground, creating a scene of mutual radiance and beauty.

The sound of boots hitting the floor tiles was like the rhythmic beats of drums, ushering in the curtain for this grand banquet.

Artborg lowered his eyes, knelt on one knee and saluted, saying: "Your Majesty, I am Artborg McIntosh. I pay my respects to your Majesty."

Compared with other nobles, his greetings were concise, without any passionate praise or redundant modifiers.

The fewer words you say, the less likely you are to make mistakes. Artbolg made a good start. Moshe and Arthurs also knelt on one knee like him, maintaining a respectful posture and said in unison:

"Moshe MacIntosh, your Majesty."

"Arthurs Mackintosh, your majesty."

Moshe could feel the deep, resentful gaze sweeping over his head and finally stopping in front of him, on Art Borg.

"You who have made great contributions to Renekton, please forgive me."

King Renekton appeared on the platform, wearing a deep purple velvet robe with a lion pattern embroidered with gold threads flowing like molten gold with his steps. Silver sable fur trims pressed down his shoulders, and the crown emblem surrounded by sapphires on his chest shone coldly. A gilded belt buckled in front of him, and the dangling enamel scepter rang against the scabbard inlaid with rubies.

His words instantly made the three McIntoshes the protagonists of the banquet.

Moshe and Arthurs stood up with Art Bolger and stood quietly in their place.

"Before the banquet officially begins, I want to announce something."

King Renekton is over fifty years old. His once dazzling silver hair has turned gray, and his pair of scarlet eyes make him look even more sinister and fierce.

He was faced with a huge palace and many famous officials who came from various kingdoms and organizations in the Western Continent.

The eldest princess Finigelo and the second princess Sigrdrifa stood on either side behind him, one wearing a gorgeous skirt and the other wearing a trouser suit suitable for a knight. They cooperated very well and presented two edicts.

The edict was unfolded, and the king took it with his hand. His eyes, which were covered with fine lines, slightly wrinkled, and then he actually read it out in person: "The Kingdom of Rekton and the Chieftainship of Mauk are friendly neighbors with close exchanges and mutual assistance and mutual benefit. Now that the friendly country is in trouble, Rekton should do its utmost to support it."

Moshe had a hunch that this edict was related to Artbolg, or the McIntosh family.

As expected, King Renekton already had the "right" candidate in mind for the mission of "supporting friendly countries".

He looked down at everyone and smiled faintly, "The McIntosh family has a long history. Each of the family heads has represented Rekton on visits and has unique insights into dealing with difficult issues."

The MacIntosh family was lifted to new heights, teetering on the brink of royal power.

"I order Marquis McIntosh to select a family member as the kingdom's envoy before the end of the banquet. He will go to Chief Mauk in the near future to assist Chief Mauk in finding out the truth of the incident and resolving it."

After the words fell, the entire palace was silent for a moment, and then whispers emerged.

This incident should be the one mentioned by Archibald before, that the prince and princess of the Mauk Chiefdom inexplicably fell into a coma.

Moshe raised his eyes slightly and looked at Artbolg's tall back.

Is it possible that a problem that cannot be solved by the whole country should be thrown to the McIntosh family in a neighboring country, who are neither specialized in medicine nor lack auxiliary priests?

If you are not concerned about the divine power in Arthurs, then...

Artbolg took a step forward and said, "I obey your command."

The edict was wrapped in magic power and slowly fell into his hands.

Moshe knew he had no choice.

If you disobey the king's order, the whole family will be punished.

If they fail to do their job properly or make some mistakes along the way, which leads to conflicts between the two countries, a bad ending will also be waiting for them.

This convinced Moshe that King Renekton knew something about the coma incident.

What did Sigrdrifa think?

Mo Xie happened to meet her eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his scarlet eyes, as if saying "Don't be nervous".

Yes.

For the sake of her plan, the McIntosh family cannot fall.

To everyone's surprise, the king retreated directly behind the scenes after announcing this matter and left the banquet to the two princesses to host.

High-ranking nobles and the high priest of the temple sat at the long table in the front row, the knights were in two rows, and the waiters stood in the shadows on standby.

Because all the guests attending the banquet are VIPs, there is no difference in the dining system and the tableware used.

The seat Artborg chose was in the middle of the long table, where a middle-aged man with gray hair and green eyes sat. The left and right sides were empty, forming a sharp contrast with the dense crowd.

The man smiled and greeted, "Long time no see, Marquis Mackintosh."

"How are you, Lord Clapham?" Artborg lifted his skirt and took a seat gracefully.

"Hello."

"Hello."

Moshe and Arthurs followed Artborg like two little tails. They were half-brothers, and their words and actions revealed a tacit understanding, which made the Marquis of Clapham very pleased.

Moshe had recognized his identity long ago.

After all, all direct descendants of the Clapham family have gray hair and green eyes, and he and Martyry Clapham have many similarities, so it is not difficult to guess that they are brothers.

Before the dance music started, people's words and actions were restrained.

Accompanied by soft and melodious music, they simply ate cold cuts and main courses, and then took a few plates of exquisite desserts to enjoy slowly.

"I originally wanted to talk to you about new cooperation, but now it seems that you may need to appease this distinguished guest first." Jeromon Clapham raised his glass and gestured to Artborg.

Mo Xie had already noticed someone approaching, and when he turned around casually, he saw a familiar face.

Striking brown skin, dark green waist-length hair, and an exotic outfit.

That’s right, she is the eldest princess of the Emirate of Mauk, Leyana Barak Mansour.

The reason why Mo Xie felt that she looked familiar was because she had appeared in the memory of her original body.

On the day when the original body went to find Eve, the two passed each other. She seemed to be worried about not being able to find the products she wanted.

At the same time, Leyana was also stunned when she saw Moshe.

It seems... I've seen him somewhere before?

The young princess did not forget her purpose. After a brief thought, she greeted in the not-so-fluent but clear Lorpe language: "I have heard of your great name, the sword of the Kingdom of Rekton, Marquis McIntosh. I am the princess of the Mauk Emirate, Leyana Barak Mansur."

"Hello, Princess." As if he could see the confusion in her eyes, Artborg guided her calmly, "Please follow me."

[Don't stop!]

When Arthurs saw Mo Xie stand up, he quickly wiped the oil stains from the corner of his mouth with a napkin and called him using telepathy.

[What's wrong? ]

Mo Xie paused.

[We can't disturb Father!]

Arthurs shook his head slightly at him.

[It's okay, he won't mind.]

Moshe gave a reassuring smile and continued walking, following behind Artborg.

[This is too casual!]

Arthur pursed his lips and glared at the back of his head.

[Ah...wait for me.]