Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Reconstructing the physical body and guiding the soul are forbidden witchcrafts that require rituals to be performed in a specific environment, "sacrificing" prepared materials.

Night fell, the stars twinkled, and the surrounding silence was almost eerie. In the vast forest, not even the chirping of insects or the calls of birds could be heard, yet one could sense countless tiny gazes, as if they had all stopped moving, silently and intently watching everything.

A beam of emerald light streaked across the night sky, causing the flowers, grasses, and trees to tremble and bend at their tips, extending towards the center and finally converging to form a hidden space.

The materials used to reshape the body were enveloped in light and floated silently in the air. If one ignored the lifeless human body and the bloody, still rhythmically beating heart, it might have been a beautiful and dreamlike scene.

Moshe examined the young man's body carefully and suddenly asked Cherry, "Is this child related to the Clapham family?"

“That’s right.” Cherry gave him an approving look. “How did you know that you don’t have any magical power right now?”

Moche thought for a moment and said, “Intuition. You would choose to use the body of a relative to increase the success rate of the witchcraft, and this child gives me a sense of familiarity.”

His gaze shifted to the right, landing on the scarred arm. "What happened to him before he died?"

Cherry gave a cold laugh and briefly described the situation.

It turns out that the young man was an illegitimate son of a collateral branch of the Clapham family, named Valentine Fred, who had been wandering for fifteen years before being found three years ago.

The relationship between the Fred family and the Clapham family can be traced back to Lovren Clapham, Nolan's father.

As an illegitimate child, Valentine's life in the Fred family was not easy.

He would be physically punished and locked in the basement if he displeased the Fred family in any way.

Even if he does nothing, a maid or waiter will still arrogantly lecture him.

Even more tragically, Baron Frederick brought him home not to make amends, but to use him to complete a secret deal.

Baron Fred wanted to become one of the suppliers for the Philosopher's Stone Exhibition, so he deliberately ingratiated himself with Earl Richardson, the organizer of the jewelry exhibition, hoping to exchange money for the privileges.

Unexpectedly, Earl Richardson was merely the ostensible organizer of the Philosopher's Stone exhibition; the person who truly helped him expand his business and organize several outstanding exhibitions was his wife.

This noblewoman has a niche hobby, so niche that no one in the Kingdom of Rexton except the royal family dares to do it—to have multiple lovers at the same time.

"Lover" is just a nicer way of saying it; in reality, they are no different from pets.

In Renekton's history, the vast majority of his male lovers did not have a good ending.

Knowing this, young Valentine chose to end his life before his eighteenth birthday.

Enraged, Baron Fred wanted to sell his body and squeeze every last drop of value out of him.

Just then, Cherry created a commotion and seized the opportunity to take him away.

“Fred wouldn’t want to know what he’s lost,” Cherry said.

Moshe didn't respond. Instead, he pressed his fists together, hooking his little fingers together, and gently pressed them against his chest along with his thumbs. Then he closed his eyes, and his whole being fell into a quiet and stable state.

Seeing him like this, Cherry observed him for a while, then smiled with satisfaction and raised her hand to make the same gesture.

This is the most common and oldest gesture used by the shamanic people in prayer and praise, expressing their reverence for nature and respect for rituals.

The wind rustled the leaves, the soft rustling gradually growing louder. The leaves collided together, their movement shifting from disorder to regularity, almost like millions of people clapping in unison.

Before Cherry, a magical array with a unique pattern unfolded.

It flows and sways, detaches from the ground, and recombines into a new form in mid-air.

Two living humans are its models. The rounded edges of the array curve into hands and feet, while the central array eye is twisted, elongated, and merged with intricate patterns.

The irregular lines move away from each other, then quickly come together again, like a large mouth without lips, opening and closing.

who I am--

it says.

Moche opened his eyes and simply stared at it silently.

Without hesitation, Cherry plunged her beautifully decorated long nails into the inside of her wrist, severing a blood vessel that gushed from the opening in her skin.

She nonchalantly raised her wrist, letting the blood spray onto the magic array. Watching it, like an innocent human cub, go from stunned to filled with desire, opening its mouth greedily to receive, even wanting more.

As a result, the once vibrant magic array was stained blood red, and the space composed of flowers, plants, and trees was filled with an aura of danger and misfortune.

The irregular lines of the magic array sharpened, forming a pair of fangs, ostentatiously proclaiming their presence.

who I am--

It also said.

This time, Cherry calmly raised her other hand and pointed to the materials floating in mid-air.

Let's eat?

Does that mean I should eat it?

It turned around unsteadily, stretched out its blood-red hand, grabbed the still-beating heart, and threw it into its mouth.

Sharp fangs pierced the heart, and the warm touch and wondrous throbbing completely set it on track to become the final link in human life.

Tears, baby teeth, moonlight, and sunset were merely appetizers, so it became even more impatient, carving out a pattern as a long tongue to directly roll up Valentine.

It cackled, its linear mouth opening even wider, its translucent body almost solidifying.

"I am--"

people.

"No, you are not."

At the same time as its voice rang out, Cherry's words sounded like a pronouncement.

Her wrist had healed, and her body was completely clean, without a trace of blood.

The sorcerer used his power to lift two sections of the ancient tree's branches, sending them flying and embedding them directly at its head and tail.

Before it could even cry out, it was sucked into the two branches.

Cherry smiled with satisfaction as the branch floated slowly and then flew to her side.

The cardamom appeared on her fair fingers, with several small bumps emerging on the surface, which quickly unfolded into leaves.

The leaves overlap to form the shape of a flower, with magical power concentrated in the center, and the light is pure and flawless.

When the two ancient tree branches came into contact with the light, they were immediately broken down into countless tiny particles that fell onto the overlapping leaves. The light permeated the leaves, which slowly closed, preparing to welcome new life.

“Apart from Huankou, there really is nothing that can bear this kind of forbidden witchcraft,” Cherry exclaimed.

She snapped her fingers, and Huankou suddenly disappeared, only to reappear on Moshe's finger.

The surrounding flowers, plants, and trees slowly receded, restoring the area to its original state.

"Congratulations on accomplishing a great task, Chieftain." "So, you're going to become the lord of the 'Ice and Snow Front' next?"

Moshe shook his head. "No, to the residents of the territory, I am just an ordinary person."

Cherry's eyes widened slightly. "Didn't you... tell McIntosh?"

"No," Mochet replied decisively and calmly, without thinking he had done anything wrong.

Cherry paused for a moment, then flashed her signature sweet smile and said, "It's okay, let's go."