Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Chapter 133 Why did you agree to that unreasonable request?

"enough."

A vicissitudes of life voice suddenly sounded in the dark space.

What followed was a series of violent collisions of chains, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the heavy breathing of men.

"Stop." The old man's voice became more urgent, with a subtle hint of pleading.

However, the chaos in the darkness did not stop.

The sound of the chains clanging continued to echo, and even tended to intensify.

The man's panting turned into a suppressed growl, and his breath sprayed on the cold ground, wet, cold and dull.

“Don’t go on, Griffiths,” the old man said as he stepped forward with a trembling voice, a faint golden light emanating from his palms.

While reflecting his old face, it also outlined the bloody body in front of him.

"Hogorechi, what are you doing?" Griffiths said hoarsely from his dry throat, "I'm almost there, don't let my efforts go to waste."

"You will die before that." Hogorechi tried to persuade him. "There will be no such thing as 'the soul entering the container' by then."

"Ahem... Believe me, I won't die that easily." Griffiths suppressed his cough with some difficulty, then smiled and said, "You should know this very well."

"Yes... I do know it very well." Feeling his eyes adapt to the light, Huo Guoleiqi gently pressed his right hand to the side, and an exquisitely shaped magic lamp lit up instantly. The entire space turned black and white, and everything was exposed to the warm orange light.

A man was lying on the blue-gray stone slab.

To be precise, it was a man wearing black trousers, naked upper body, and his whole body seemed to be soaked in blood. He was tightly trapped in a corner of the space with thick chains.

His long black hair spread out behind him, tangled with his blood and formed into knots.

The already fair complexion became even worse due to excessive blood loss, revealing a lifeless paleness.

If his chest had not been rising and falling slightly, he would have looked like he had lost all vital signs and died of great suffering.

Who could have thought that he, who looked so embarrassed, was actually the second-ranked magician of the Kingdom of Renekton - Griffiths Glory, the Holy Envoy of the Dark Night.

Huo Guoleiqi couldn't bear to watch this scene, and sighed heavily, then as he wished, he input magic power into the chain again.

About a quarter of an hour later, all the noisy and chaotic sounds in the space disappeared, and only two breathing sounds, one light and one heavy, could be heard.

Hogorechi squatted down beside Griffiths and slowly untied the heavy chain.

"The host of this memorial ceremony should be Art Borg."

Griffith, whose limbs were freed, stretched out his arms, collapsed to the ground, and then said in a half-joking tone: "He is a family man and needs to avoid suspicion. Unlike me, I am alone."

"It's time to admit it, Griffiths. This is Renekton's personal preference."

Huo Guoleiqi paused and changed his words: "No, it's spoiling."

The corners of Griffith's mouth twitched slightly, and then he finally couldn't help laughing out loud, "That's an apt description."

"Why did you agree to this unreasonable request? You should have taken a few more years to recover before returning to your original form." Hogorechi's tone was firm. "It should not just be Artborg's fault."

"Because I have to witness it with my own eyes." Griffiths stared at a point on the ceiling with his dark eyes, and said in a melancholy tone, "Who will be the next unlucky person to be chosen?"

"And I'm very interested in that guy's son. I want to see his reaction when he faces my true self."

"He has three sons. Which one do you mean?"

"Don't tell you."

"..." Huo Guoleiqi was speechless, wondering why he was still so childish even though he was in his forties.

Griffiths Glory, the master with strange behavior, has he finally gone crazy?

When he saw the black-haired man smiling at him, Mo Xie quickly looked away and focused his attention on the center of the venue.

Dario, who had been paying close attention to Griffith, suddenly frowned and asked in confusion: "Mo Xie, why do I feel that... the Holy Envoy Xuan Ye is also looking at you?"

Yes, you are right again.

However, Moshe responded without hesitation: "It's a pity that I don't know him."

Dalio did not doubt it and scratched the back of his head. "That might be my illusion."

Moshe seemed unaware of Griffith Glory's gaze, which was as blazing as fire magic, and joined the public in applauding the children competing on stage.

He seldom tells lies.

He indeed did not know Lord Xuan Ye, a Saint Envoy of noble status and profound realm. He only knew an unknown man who insisted on being his master.

There are two children standing in the middle of the field. One is Henry, who is asking him for advice on body building techniques, and the other is McKen, who seems difficult to get along with at first glance but has developed a muscular body at a young age.

Both of them used swords, but their stances were very different.

"Who do you think will win?"

"It seems that Mr. McKen has a better chance of winning, but no one can predict the outcome. After all, physique is not the key to victory or defeat."

"Which one is McCann?"

"Hey! Don't you ever read the newspaper?"

"No money."

"…Okay, that's a convincing reason."

The people brought out various snacks and drinks and chatted while eating and drinking.

If we use animals to describe the two children's swordsmanship, Henry is like a snake and McKeon is like a tiger.

The green wood-attribute magic surrounded Henry like the venom glands of a poisonous snake, ready to be injected into the body of its prey at any time, causing fatal damage to it.

The soft and flexible arms made the sword strokes varied and at the same time controlled the opponent's movements without him noticing, entering the final stage of strangulation.

His opponent, McCann, was strong, agile, and patient.

When a tiger finds its prey, it will first lower its body and crawl forward in the grass.

It moves forward until it is a few meters away from its prey, then suddenly pounces on it, killing it with its sharp teeth and front claws.

He dodged Henry's sword again and again, then struck at his vital parts.

The two fought back and forth, inseparable, until an action appeared.

Henry did not fight back. Instead, he dodged sideways and jumped forward lightly. When McKen lost his balance and fell forward, he put the sword across his neck.

There was silence for a moment in the audience, and then thunderous applause and cheers broke out.

"Did you see that?! Just now, Master Henry looked like he was about to fly!"

"Magic? No, I saw it too..."

"That's obviously not the taijutsu practiced by the Knights. Who taught him that?"

Although he was a little unconvinced, McKen still put away his stance, clashed swords with Henry and said, "I lost."

Henry chuckled, "Thanks to Senior Mo Xie for teaching me the bodybuilding technique."

"Yeah, I never thought those strange moves could actually be used in actual combat. I was too narrow-minded." McKen suddenly felt a little regretful. His eyes slowly swept across the audience and fell on the back of the black-haired boy.

After the memorial ceremony is over, I will also ask for your advice seriously! He made up his mind.

"Please invite the second group to come on stage." Griffith's hosting speech was still brief, and his deep and magnetic voice echoed in the royal city.