Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Frohn's office occupies almost the top floor of the laboratory. The space is so large that it is no different from a house for one person.

The four walls were smooth and clean, as if they had just been painted.

The large table was covered with writing tools and research materials, but there were no other ornaments or decorative items.

At the back is a huge rectangular bookshelf, where various materials and books are neatly arranged. Not only that, each section of the bookshelf is marked with a metal nameplate, so you can see the partition at a glance, giving people a neat and comfortable feeling.

On the other side is a set of dark brown flocked sofas, with a beige square table in the middle and several pots of lush green plants next to it.

"What would you like to drink?" asked Frohn.

Mo Xie answered without hesitation: "Plain water will do, thank you."

Since his rebirth, he has seen Baishui only a few times.

Perhaps the people of Rekton prefer flavored drinks, or perhaps the environmental conditions do not allow it.

He missed the plain taste of water, which represented thirst quenching, refreshment and health.

"Sit anywhere." After saying that, Frohn took out two white porcelain cups from the cupboard and turned into the compartment.

Mo Xie responded, sat on the single sofa, felt the soft touch under his body, and slowly looked around.

Next to the smooth wall, on a whiteboard, a drawing filled with densely written characters caught his attention.

It was a weapon he was very familiar with.

It consists of a barrel, a grip, a firing mechanism, a launching mechanism and a slide.

Mo Xie was slightly stunned, and in an instant a strong sense of disobedience spread in his heart.

According to relevant books, the most advanced technology currently available in this world should be the product of the fusion of old-age technology and magic.

In people's minds, it is normal to fight with metal weapons such as knives and swords, and to cast magic through magic tools, wands and other media.

How could someone suddenly come up with the idea to design such a complete pistol blueprint?

Could it be that someone, like me, has been reborn in this world?

Just as Moshe was lost in thought, Frohn came back.

Frohn handed him the cup and followed his gaze. "That's the drawing sent by the Clapham family."

Moshe pulled himself out of his contemplative state, "Is its name 'Pistol'?"

There was a gleam of light in Frohn's ultramarine eyes, and he asked, "You know?"

"I understand a little." Mo Xie didn't finish his words.

In fact, he not only understood, but knew it like the back of his hand.

After the destruction of the Witch Clan, he followed the old commander into the Liberator Alliance Army. As an ignorant new soldier, he could only use cold weapons or ordinary pistols.

Later, even when he was free to practice witchcraft, he would carry a gun with him.

When he went alone to subdue Victoria that day, his first weapon of choice was a pistol.

"I've never heard of this kind of weapon before." Frohn sat down next to Moshe and said calmly, "Maybe it was another idea of ​​Ghost."

"ghost?"

Froen sipped his tea. Knowing that Moshe had lost his memory, he patiently explained, "For hundreds of years, the direct bloodline of the Clapham family has only awakened a holy ritual called 'psychic', which is the ability to see ghosts and communicate with them."

"Initially, the direct descendants of the Clapham family used this holy offering to collect intelligence and serve the royal family. Later, they established an intelligence organization with the same name, 'Spiritual', and traded intelligence among both the nobles and the common people."

"The head of the family is the leader of the organization. Most of the members are selected from the collateral families. They strictly abide by the rules of the organization and keep the information of customers absolutely confidential."

Moshe listened carefully and suddenly became interested in the Clapham family.

The difference between a ghost and a soul is that the former is the soul of a deceased person who reappears in the world in the same manner as he or she was in life.

The latter resides within the physical body and dominates it. It does not necessarily require death to escape from it; there is also the possibility of return.

The holy priest's 'spiritual communication' can not only collect information through ghosts, but also help the dead fulfill their regrets in their lifetime and bring hope and motivation to the living.

It seems that the position of the Clapham family is very important to the political and social circles of the Kingdom of Rekton.

"As you can see, the laboratory is in chaos." Frohn took off his coat, revealing his strong, white arms. "It's not because of the weapon called 'pistol', but because of the idea proposed by the 20th Marquis of Clapham."

"The 20th Marquis of Clapham is a well-known affectionate man in the history of the Kingdom of Rekton. He is deeply in love with his wife, who grew up with him. The scale of the wedding he held for her was second only to that of the royal family. He would do everything he could to obtain any rare treasures that would benefit his wife."

"Later, they had children. The eldest daughter was beautiful and intelligent. She entered the palace as an assistant at a young age. The second daughter married a foreign merchant and lived a wealthy life. The youngest child, a boy with one in a million talents, awakened the magic spring when he was just born."

Frohn's cup was almost empty. He rarely spoke so many words in one breath, and now he felt a little dry in the mouth.

Should we ask the interns to bring some snacks and take a break? That was what I originally thought.

But when he saw Moshe's bright eyes, he continued to tell the story unconsciously.

"At that time, everyone thought that the Marquis of Clapham had the happiest family in the entire Kingdom of Rekton." Frohn paused, "Until that incident happened."

Here comes the point. Mo Xie straightened his back slightly and placed the water cup on the square table.

"The Marquis's youngest son suddenly disappeared."

Mo Xie frowned slightly. Why does this always happen? Is this the price of happiness...

"The Marquise was deeply shocked and had a heart attack that was difficult to cure. She has been bedridden ever since. The Marquis loved his wife and missed his children, so he gave up expanding his family and searched for him day and night. However, the young man seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. Neither the royal family nor their proud intelligence organization, 'Spiritual', could find any trace of him."

If you want to make a person disappear without leaving any trace, you can only use special powers, Mo Xie thought.

"Decades later, the Marquis and his wife passed away, and the title was inherited by their eldest daughter. As a direct descendant of the Marquis of Clapham, the Marquis's soul could enter the soul resting place of his family. To his surprise, there was no soul of his youngest son in the resting place."

"So the 20th Marquis, as the previous head of the family, ordered his eldest daughter, the 21st Marquis, to continue looking for his son."

"As more and more family heads' souls entered the abode, this order was passed down from generation to generation, but to no avail."

"Wait a moment." Frohn's voice became a little hoarse. He slowly stood up with the cup and went into the cubicle to get water.

We should wait. Moshe drank the water in one gulp, amazed at the strange way events were unfolding.

In other words, the Clapham family has an ancient mourning hall, and the souls of all direct descendants of Clapham will enter the mourning hall after death.

The 20th Marquis did not see his son's soul in the mourning hall, so he was sure that his son was still alive, but just missing.

The life span of a normal human being is no more than a hundred years. Even if there is no accidental death, one will age naturally.

What on earth happened to the young man? Could it be that... Mo Xie pursed his lips slightly, and many possibilities flashed through his mind.

Frohn didn't let him wait too long. When he came out of the cubicle, the fatigue on his face became more obvious.

"So now, the 20th Marquis of Clapham has asked the current Marquis of Clapham to commission the Royal Academy to create a magic tool that can search for souls or a magic that can summon souls."

"I will be responsible for coordinating with Mr. Hogorechi to jointly research the manufacture of magic tools."

It turned out to be the case.

Moshe gave him a caring look.

Thank you for your hard work, Brother Frohn.