Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"Young Master Mo Xie! You're awake!"

When Moche regained consciousness and opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Idene's full forehead.

Fragmented memories flashed through his mind, reminding him of the last thing that happened.

The World Tree shattered the restrictions set by the Creator God with all its might, but suffered a backlash and fell into a deep slumber. The cradle transformed into the fruit of the World Tree, carrying all its memories in a sphere, and brought it to the outside world.

Sofia pushed Idene aside, handed her a glass of warm water, and asked softly, "Is something bothering you?"

Moche propped himself up on the soft cushion, took the warm water, and replied in a hoarse voice, "No."

Even without the healing power of a spiritual embryo or the weakening of his physical senses by spiritual energy, he could remain conscious.

Undoubtedly, this is because the concentration of magic in the environment is very low, and it will not cause obvious symptoms of magic intolerance.

[Young Master Moshe, what did you experience inside the World Tree?]

The preface asked silently.

At the same time, the gazes of the people inside the room turned towards him, all carrying a sense of curiosity and inquiry.

Moshe appeared to be deep in thought, remained silent for a moment, and then said with regret, "I'm sorry, I don't remember anything after sending that message."

[Coming back safely is the best outcome.]

Without asking any further questions, Xu turned around and went to place something in the storage cabinet.

After drinking most of the water, Moshe cleared his throat and said with a smile, "This time, thanks to the priests, the Mauk incident was resolved smoothly."

Upon hearing this, Idene suddenly had a bad feeling.

"When you return to Rekton, please take with you the 'temporary appointment letter' bestowed upon me by His Majesty the King, and report to His Majesty the King that the Mackintosh family, Moshe Mackintosh, assisted the priests of the Temple in successfully resolving the Mauk incident."

"What does this mean?" Sophia vaguely guessed what he wanted to say.

Moshe placed the water glass on the bedside table. "What I mean is, I've decided to stay away for a while."

“You are an envoy personally appointed by His Majesty the King, and the main force in resolving this incident. When you return home, His Majesty the King will surely summon you and bestow upon you a generous reward.” Idene, being straightforward, couldn’t help but persuade her, “Money is secondary; that intangible power is the most important.”

Sofia nodded in agreement. "He's right, that's the reward you deserve."

They both seemed to have some misunderstanding about the current king's magnanimity and demeanor. Mocher tried to move his legs and, feeling no discomfort, lifted the blanket and got out of bed.

"You've only just regained consciousness, you need to rest more!"

"It's alright, Priestess Sophia." Moshe put on his coat and quickly washed his face and hands with a basin of water brought by a servant from the Mauk Palace.

“You should all return to Rekton as soon as possible and report to His Majesty the King.” He paused, his gaze falling on Sophia’s communication device. “Furthermore, the Temple has given you other instructions that seem to be very urgent.”

Sofia widened her eyes slightly, as if to say, "How did you know?"

Moshe must have done something to appease the World Tree's wrath. Without him, we wouldn't even have survived. How could we possibly steal his credit under such circumstances?

Idene frowned and looked at the boy beside her. "Leoporte, aren't you always thinking about Prince Mocher? Why don't you try to persuade him?"

Moshe met a calm gaze and was momentarily dazed, as if he had merged with the person who had suddenly appeared and then disappeared.

Is it an illusion?

For Mocher, illusion was not a mistake, but a signal that prompted him.

Whenever an illusion occurs, it means he has missed something.

Leopold stood there, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "I respect Prince Mocher's opinion; he must have his reasons for doing this."

Idenne raised his hand to cover his face and sighed. He no longer knew whether Rio Porter's surname was Singer or Mackintosh. He did whatever Prince Mocher said. Did he want to replace the waiter at Mackintosh Castle?

"Several individuals broke the chain magic of the titled True Spirit, perfectly resolving this incident. Mr. Torek witnessed the entire process, didn't he?"

Torek picked up a grape, about to put it in his mouth, when he heard his name called and felt several gazes cast his way. He smiled awkwardly, "Is...is that right?"

"Well then, I have something to discuss with the chief, so I'll be leaving for a bit."

Watching the departing figure until the door closed and the footsteps completely disappeared, Idenne murmured, "Why do I feel like Young Master Moshe has become a different person? Not in terms of personality, but in terms of aura, or rather, presence? It seems like something is missing."

“After going through something like that, isn’t it normal for things to change?” Sophia’s eyes flashed with worry. “However… this change is indeed quite obvious.”

Guided by the waiter, Moche arrived at the old chief’s bedroom.

The old chief was in poor health and spent most of his day in bed.

The air was thick with the smell of medicine, and the table was covered with all sorts of medicine bottles. A hissing sound, like a broken bellows, filled the air, and a thin, bony hand reached out from behind the curtain and gently shook it.

The waiter glanced at the old chief's barely moved face and perfectly understood his thoughts, saying expressionlessly, "The old chief asked, 'Did you come for the ancient tree?'"

“Yes.” Moshe went straight to the point. “I have a potion that can accelerate the growth of ancient trees.”

The old chief blinked slowly, and a waiter said from the side, "The old chief is asking, what do you want?"

Seeing how readily he agreed, Moshe couldn't help but laugh. "Aren't you worried that I'm a fraud?"

“The old chief said that you are a person blessed by the ancient tree, and you would not lie to me.”

Another hissing sound rang out, and in the old chieftain's cloudy eyes, he could see a familiar yet gentle aura surrounding Moshe.

The fresh scent that quietly entered his nostrils soothed his broken body, bringing him a rare sense of comfort.

“Normally, an ancient tree takes a hundred years to grow a single branch. But by using this agent, the cycle can be shortened to ten years. It is important to note that the agent should be used once every ten years.”

Mocher spoke with certainty. The waiter, who had been expressionless, paused for a moment when he heard "ten years," then his eyes widened and he stared at him in utter shock.

From a century to a decade, isn't that a bit too big a leap?!

Who exactly is this young envoy, that he is able to concoct such a potion?

“I will give the potion formula to Mauk.” Moshe smiled kindly and raised his hand to show the number. “So I think it’s not unreasonable for me to ask for eight branches.”

The waiter was completely stunned, unconsciously swallowing his saliva.

Eight nodes? Fine, give them to me! They'll grow back quickly anyway!

He's getting bolder and bolder. With this miraculous potion as a foundation, he actually thinks the priceless "ancient tree branch" has become much cheaper.

"Here you go." The unfamiliar and hoarse voice sounded out of place in the bedroom.

As if worried that Moshe and the waiter hadn't heard him clearly, the old chieftain, whether suddenly regaining his spirits or experiencing a final burst of energy, forcefully opened his lips, revealing his bare gums, and uttered that word again.

"Give!"