Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

The greyish-white clouds hung low, seemingly within reach, heavy above the steep mountains.

The mountain rises straight into the sky like it was cut by a knife, its exact outline obscured. Its summit is covered year-round with snow, which gleams with a cold blue light in the thin air.

Below them, the winding mountain path resembled a dried-up riverbed, appearing and disappearing among the exposed rock strata. Gravel and sand rolled in the wind, making a soft, rustling sound. Occasionally, a snow leopard or argali sheep would dart through the cracks in the rocks, its hoofprints quickly scattered by the cold wind, leaving only a few sparse strands of fur clinging to the thorn bushes.

Huwu——

The entire area was silent, save for the low whistling of the wind as it swept across the mountain ridge.

"Hello?"

The person, whose origin was unknown, was completely wrapped in velvet, with only a small hole on his face for breathing. When he made a sound, white vapor would gush out and quickly dissipate.

The man being questioned sat on a cold rock, with thick hair and a beard, dressed in clothing that looked like it was made from the fur of prey, and slowly turned his dark gray eyes to respond to him with his gaze.

"Will this path lead to Tuaneco?" He shivered and pushed the fleece up further. "Or are there other, more...safer routes?"

“You can choose to go back to the foot of the mountain and then go around to the other side, where a new guardhouse has been built. For a little money, use a teleportation scroll, and you’ll have it easy.” The man’s voice was rough and strange, like a solid rock on a plateau or a strong wind howling through a deep valley, shattering his illusions.

Because his face was completely covered, all that could be seen was his long, thick breaths of white air. He then sat on a small stool he carried with him, his head hanging low, looking extremely depressed.

“Go around to the other side? No, I can’t.” He muttered to himself, “I have nothing left. I must get into Tuoneko today, or else…”

Just then, the man pressed down hard on his woolen hat, stood up, and strode over to him.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" rang out, and the entire ground shook. He was startled and reflexively looked up, only to meet a pair of sharp and fierce beastly eyes.

"Iron-Iron Heart Bear?!" He was so frightened that he almost lost his voice, his scream choked in his throat.

These dangerous monsters live in caves, so how did they end up outside?!

Gonna be eaten!

Someone, someone, please save me! I don't want to die!

Those amber-colored beastly eyes burned in the wind and snow, their vertical pupils locking onto his stiff body.

Ironheart Bear's breath exhaled white mist, the chilling air, carrying the stench of blood, almost freezing his lungs. The beast's fur was not still—as it let out a low growl from its throat, the steel-gray mane on its chest suddenly bristled!

"Clang, clang—" The sharp sound of metal scraping against metal pierced through the wind and snow. The once thick fur transformed into countless dagger-like spikes, covering the neck and forelimb joints. Each muscle contraction caused these deadly blades to vibrate rapidly, reflecting the thin, pale sunlight on the icy plain.

As he barely dared to breathe, even trying to calm his heart, the man easily leaped onto Ironheart Bear's back using the saddle and said to him, "Get on, I'll take you to the territory entrance."

"Huh?" He paused for a moment, then squeezed out a strange sound from his throat.

Then he couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

In this harsh environment, what a man who takes the initiative to help a stranger can expect is completely beyond his wildest imagination.

“This is my duty.” The man picked up the reins and swung them hard a few times.

The thick, stiff rope whipped against Ironheart Bear's body, but instead of angering it, it made it purr contentedly.

What? The Ironheart Bear, which ranks in the top ten of the "most alien monsters from humans," is actually so close to humans?

"As you can see, I am a coachman?"

What are you saying? Why can't you be sure of your identity?

And... a car?

Where did the car come from?

The man's question successfully stunned him once again. Before he could hesitate, a warm, rough hand pulled him up.

Ironheart Bear is a skilled climber; its sharp claws can grip rocks tightly, and it can easily climb even cliffs that are almost vertical to the ground.

The destination, which was originally far away, came to him after a brief passage through a vast snowy landscape.

"Mr. Fonon, you've really worked hard!" the territory guard said with a smile.

The man called "Fonong" put his arm around him and lifted him down, then took out a large piece of jerky from his bag and fed it to Tiexinxiong.

"Roar..." Ironheart Bear lowered its huge head, opened its mouth, and carefully took the jerky with its teeth, tearing at it with pleasure.

“It is my honor to serve the lord, it is no hardship.” Vernon patted him on the shoulder, gesturing for him to move forward.

“Newcomer, tell me your information according to the instructions on this paper.” The guard looked him up and down, paused, and asked, “You should be able to read Lorpus, right?”

"I can understand it!" With only one step to enter the city, he excitedly tore off the velvet cloth, revealing a delicate face, and... a pair of long, pointed ears.

This is clearly a characteristic of the Elven race.

The elves are a race that loves and reveres nature. They have long lifespans, a pure aura, and exquisite faces. After reaching adulthood, they will grow beautiful wings on their backs.

Some humans were attracted by these characteristics and spent a lot of time and energy to capture and raise elves. As a result, the elves scattered and lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and forests, with very little contact with the outside world.

"Oh, it's an elf." However, the people on duty in this desolate land were not surprised at all when they saw the rare elf race.

“I…I am Nieru, 79 years old, skilled in healing arts, able to identify herbs, and able to brew dozens of different potions.” As he spoke, Nieru clenched the velvet cloth and bowed deeply. “I have heard of the new lord’s decree and wish to participate in the test. Please give me a chance!”

The guard's eyes lit up. He immediately put down his spear, took a pen in his left hand and a red clay stick in his right, and handed them to Nielu. "Our lord just needs someone like you! Here, take a look at the entry regulations. If you have no questions, sign your full name and then press your fingerprint on them!"

Niel was overjoyed, tears welling in his eyes, and he eagerly signed and pressed his seal, "I... I have no questions! I will do whatever the Lord asks of me!"

The guard looked at him, suddenly smiled, and said, "Well, I think I can understand you."

"Go forward and pass through that magic circle, and you'll enter Tuaneco."

Nielsen moved a little, then suddenly stopped, turned around and said, "Mr. Vernon...right?"

Fonon leaned against the quiet and obedient Ironheart Bear and nodded gently.

Nielsen said solemnly, "If I pass the test, please allow me to express my gratitude to you."

Fonon grinned, revealing his neat teeth. "Then I'll have to wait in line after you, my lord."

Niel sniffed his nose, which was red from the cold, and walked through the magic circle made of metallic magic.

He had a feeling of being scrutinized and examined; a faint gaze lingered for a moment on the elven dagger he carried close to his body.

When did these changes occur in Tuoneko, which was known as the "Rekton Wasteland" and the "Ice Front"?

Nielsen observed the street and thought curiously.

The territory of the Mackintosh family, Tuoneco, within the lord's city.

"These are all the opinions and suggestions raised by the residents of the territory last week." The maid with fluffy, soft hair stood straight, her voice clear and loud, concluding the report.

"When can I begin reviewing the paper reports, Mamy?"

Mei lowered her head awkwardly and said softly, "Uh... please give me a little more time, I'm sure I can write it well."

"Two weeks."

"Two, two weeks?!" Memi's eyes widened, her brown hair standing on end like a squirrel's tail. "You know, my foundation is very weak!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

After waiting three seconds for tacit approval, a long-haired young man in a butler's uniform walked in carrying coffee.

"Please rest assured, Master." The young man spoke with elegance and a smile. "Leave this matter to me."

"Thank you for your hard work, Nolan." The coffee cup was picked up by a slender, fair hand and brought close to the youthful face.

The person standing in the lord's city, adopting a leader's posture and listening to Memi's report, was none other than Moshe Mackintosh, who should have been studying at the Royal Academy in Renekton.

As for why Mochet is here, and why Tuoneco has undergone these changes, we have to go back two months.