Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Marthiri paused in flipping through the materials, not expecting that Moshe would attract the attention of his predecessor.

"Moshe Mackintosh, the second son of the Marquis Mackintosh and my pupil."

Lovren floated in front of Martiri and nodded thoughtfully.

[She is actually a descendant of the McIntosh family. But why does she look like that? Could it be that...]

Martyri gazed into the soul of his ancestor and completed his unspoken words: "Yes, he was an ordinary man."

Lovren frowned slightly, recalling what he had just seen.

[Very strange.]

"What do you mean?" Marty asked calmly. In fact, he also thought his students were strange, but so what?

The silver carved cane swayed restlessly in the air, indicating that its owner had some complicated feelings.

[Didn't you see?]

Lovren asked back.

"No." Marty sighed silently, put down the documents in his hand, and leaned back on the sofa.

This senior always likes to say some meaningless words. If you want to achieve your goal as soon as possible, shouldn't you take a more direct approach?

Lovren seemed to have noticed the change in Marti's state. He opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Is it because my eyes are blurry?

With such obvious fluctuations, Martyri should be able to feel it even without the holy sacrifice, right?

Or am I, as a soul, more sensitive?

[…Nothing, maybe I saw it wrong.]

After hesitating for a moment, Lovren finally chose to skip this topic.

[I originally wanted to come back to see you after some time, but my mood has suddenly become very confused recently, as if... as if there is something that I will miss forever if I don’t grab it in time.]

Lovren raised his hand and pressed it against his chest. Although it was transparent, he could still feel his heart beating.

Marty understood, "Did you have another dispute with the other ancestors?"

[How do you know... No, I didn't. What do you think I am, kid?]

Lovren changed the subject and revealed a look of deep sorrow.

"Um……"

A love-minded man with excellent swordsmanship and a wife-and-child obsessed mind. This is the message conveyed by Marthiri's calm eyes.

[I mean, is there a possibility that the child is nearby? That's why I have such a strong feeling.]

Lovren selectively ignored Martiri's gaze and spoke seriously.

"Brother has asked Psychic to expand the search area. You should know that the information you provided us is not enough to completely identify one person."

The implication is that it is unlikely.

She has natural hair, honey-like eyes, and a smile as cute as an angel.

Aren't there a lot of people with similar appearances in the Kingdom of Renekton?

[......]

Lovren was silent.

He felt that what Martieri said made some sense.

If the youngest son inherited the Clapham family's signature look, grey hair and green eyes, it would be much easier to find.

Not wanting to waste precious time, Martyri proposed the quickest and most effective method at the moment.

"There is an old Chinese proverb, 'The one who tied the bell should be the one to untie it', which means that whoever caused the trouble should solve it." He paused and said, "We should let the wizard undo the witchcraft."

[You are right. But where can we find wizards? They are no longer as high-profile as they used to be, and they are almost gone.]

Lovren said helplessly.

How could he not have tried to find a wizard in hundreds of years?

Magic power is different from magic power, and cannot be sensed by magicians and knights. Moreover, they are all human beings, with no big difference in appearance, so how can they be distinguished when they blend into the crowd?

So until now, the whereabouts of the wizard remains a mystery.

"Let's wait and see." After saying that, Martieri picked up the information again, his eyes fell on the lines of characters, and he quickly entered a state of concentration.

Lovren wisely kept silent and quietly returned to the soul resting place of the Clapham family.

Meanwhile, at the Magic Bus terminal, Sunset Hills.

Unlike the last night tour, this time Moshe stood on a green hill and witnessed the entire sunset process.

At sunset, the sky looks like a burning flame, gradually changing from orange to deep red.

The sun gathers its light and heat, and with gentle strokes, outlines a layer of golden edge for the entire world.

Then it slowly sank and disappeared into the horizon, like a tired traveler who finally found his home.

Such a beautiful scene was reflected in Moshe's eyes, making his golden eyes even brighter.

Now he can maintain a state of high mental concentration at any time, enter the perceptual world for a long time, and sense signs of biological activities within a kilometer range.

These are the benefits brought by increasing the upper limit of mental power.

"Belion." Moshe called softly.

The next second, a ball of gray mist appeared out of thin air behind him, faintly emitting a powerful magical power that did not cause him pain.

Then the young man with blue hair and silver eyes appeared, knelt on one knee on the ground, and said to him respectfully: "I am Belion, your servant, and I come here at your call."

Moshe turned around and looked at Bellion calmly, saying firmly: "Bellion, if you kneel before me again, I will not call you again."

Upon hearing this, Bellion stood up quickly, his eyes lowered, with a feeling of innocence as if he had done something wrong unintentionally.

He knew Moshe was serious.

Mr. Moshe, who has almost infinite tolerance for his subordinates and friends, is a man with bottom lines, principles, and who always keeps his word.

Looking at Bellion like this, Moshe slowly raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "This is my good assistant."

Of course, he asked Bellion to come for something more important, which concerned his future development direction and the happiness of those around him.

"I have something I want to confirm. Excuse me." After saying that, Moshe put his hand on Bellion's shoulder.

Feeling the real touch from his hands, Moshe's fingers gently brushed across Bellion's solid muscles, down along the protruding collarbone, and finally landed on his bulging chest.

During the whole process, Bellion's expression was calm, with Moshe's figure reflected in his silver eyes, motionless like a sculpture.

"Is your clone a physical entity?" Mo Xie asked.

"Yes." Bellion paused and added: "The clone has half the power of the original body."

"You know, I don't want to reveal my identity as a wizard yet." After confirming through personal touch and perception that Bellion's clone was no different from an ordinary human being, Moshe immediately withdrew his hand, then took a step back, keeping a proper distance from Bellion.

"So I want you to step in front of the stage and become a wizard in my place."

This means that Bellion has to bear the hatred from others that does not belong to him, as well as the negative impact of those extremely evil acts.

Moshe thought Bellion would at least hesitate for a moment, but he didn't expect him to answer so decisively, almost without thinking.

"I will play this role seriously."

Mo Xie smiled and said, "This is a long mission, very hard and dangerous."

As long as he completes this task, his magic power will have room to be used. The people around him will no longer have so many troubles and will all get the happiness they deserve.

Bellion's gaze remained firm.

He lowered his head, leaned forward slightly, put his palm over his heart, and uttered the oath again:

"Your goal is my goal. I will do my best to accomplish what you want."

Mo Xie restrained his smile, leaving only a tiny arc, his golden eyes flickered with light, and he said solemnly: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

It's okay, I will protect you, Bellion.

His ideas were equally firm.