Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Except for the main city, Tuoneko was completely covered in snow, and there wasn't even a decent passageway.

With Cherry's help, they crossed the mountain range and safely arrived at the lord's city.

From above, the lord's city is about the size of a small village, and can only accommodate a maximum of a thousand people.

The origins of this region are documented in many of Renekton's books.

In the year 949 of the Renekton calendar, a dimensional rift suddenly appeared in the sky above a desolate, perpetually snow-covered, extremely cold region.

Like the Frosty Tundra plane, this plane was blessed by the ice and snow weather of the main world, and it evolved from a low-risk level to a medium-risk level. The speed at which the cracks expanded increased dramatically, and alien races gathered at the edge, ready to make their move. People didn't have time to react at all.

The dimensional rift lies precisely above a neutral zone, a territory ceded by several surrounding nations. High in the mountains, amidst treacherous terrain, stands the largest prison in the entire western continent, dedicated to receiving prisoners who have committed serious crimes across borders.

Although the warden contacted neighboring countries as quickly as possible, their arrival was still not as fast as the expansion of the dimensional rift.

The prison was destroyed, and the guards fought back fiercely, but most of them were brutally murdered.

The geographical environment has deteriorated rapidly due to the influence of mysterious substances within the plane. What was originally just dry land and snowy winters has now completely transformed into the appearance of an ice and snow village in the Frosty Moss Plane.

The first to arrive with their troops was Renekton. Having learned from the experience of the Frost Tundra campaign, everyone took anti-cold potions beforehand, which minimized their losses.

The other armies that arrived later only did the finishing touches, and the kings had no reason to demand spoils from Lexton.

Along with many precious spoils, Renekton also acquired this snow-covered land that almost blended into the mountainside.

It remained unclaimed for a long time until the current King of Lecton bestowed it upon Artborger Mackintosh.

So it got a new name—Tuoneco.

Without water, with barren land and a harsh climate, Tuangneko was a useless place.

That's what people think.

"stop."

Upon hearing the sound, Mocher and Cherry turned around as expected.

The man was tall and muscular, his thick fur coat unable to conceal his well-developed muscles. His face was obscured by hair and beard, revealing only a pair of deep gray eyes that gave him an air of mystery.

"Who are you?" he asked in broken Lorpus, taking steps closer.

“Don’t be nervous, the guardian of Tuaneco.” Cherry stepped in front of Moshe, a gentle smile on her face. “This is the young master of Mackintosh, who wants to rest for a while on the family’s territory.”

Mochee readily took out something from the storage box that could prove his identity and held it up to show the man.

The student ID from Royal House College, Renekton, and the neat and elegant family crest deeply engraved on the bottom of the storage box.

In fact, apart from the items he bought outside, all other items related to his daily life, such as clothing, food, housing, and transportation, bear the traces of the McIntosh family.

The man's gaze darted back and forth between the student ID, the locker, and Mocher's face, as if he were carefully comparing and confirming.

"Follow me, Master Moshe." A puff of white breath came from his thick beard as he turned and led the way. "I'll take you to the steward."

The gates of the lord's city were unguarded, and the interior was eerily quiet, filled with black, white, and gray colors, almost devoid of any signs of life.

The low houses on both sides of the street had their doors and windows tightly locked, letting in only a faint glimmer of light.

Mochet's boots sank deep into the snow, making a dull creaking sound. They drew closer and could clearly hear the old man's cough and the child's groans.

The concentration of magic in the air is low, and the coverage area of ​​magic facilities is extremely small.

The population is no more than two hundred, and most of them are frail elderly people and children.

The materials used to build the house were very sturdy; in addition to rocks and metals, there was even wood.

……

Moshe memorized the scene before him and subtly used the Floating Tracks technique to increase his speed.

"We've arrived. The steward is staying here." With that, the man turned to leave.

"May I ask how I should address you?" Mochet asked with a smile.

The man paused, seemingly surprised that Moshe would ask his name, especially in such a gentle tone. After a moment, he slowly replied, "Iron Axe."

Iron Axe was four times larger than Moshe, a size that no ordinary human could possess.

Two legs as thick as pillars sank into the snow, and when they were pulled out, they kicked up large clouds of snow.

His figure gradually faded into the distance, disappearing into the vast snowscape.

Da da--

Slow footsteps came from inside the door.

"Hello, Young Master Mo Xie." The visitor leaned against the door, his voice filled with drowsiness.

He yawned without a care for his image, half-closing his eyes, and said, "You may have heard of me. I am Hored Shazzo, the steward of the Tuaneco territory, and also Boris Hendon's nephew."

Horatio is a classic handsome man, with good looks and a head of beautiful black curly hair.

Unlike Dalio, his curls were perfectly styled. Even if the wind messed them up, a gentle touch would bring them back to their original position. The curls reached his shoulders, with the ends nestled quietly on his collarbone, exuding elegance from within.

His light brown eyes were brimming with tears, which swayed as he moved his eyes, adding to his melancholy and fragile air.

“Hello, Mr. Steward.” Moshe addressed Horatio, but his eyes were on Cherry out of the corner of his eye.

Hord made way for the entrance, making a somewhat awkward greeting gesture. "Um... you can call me Hord."

“Okay, Hord.”

The heavy door closed slowly, screeching as it scraped against the ground. This weight was negligible for Horred; he didn't even need to exert any force with his arm.

Once inside the warm room, Horatio seemed to only then notice the person following Moshe, so he forced his eyes open and asked curiously, "Is this lady your personal maid?"

Mocher replied, “No, she is my friend, Cherry Stolper.”

“Miss Stolpol…” Hord murmured, his eyes seemingly glued to Cherry.

Cherry gave a polite smile. "Mr. Steward, is there something on my face?"

“No, no.” Hord’s eyelids twitched, and he suddenly came to his senses. “I just felt that… Miss Stolpol looked a lot like someone I knew.”

Cherry's attitude was very natural, and her smile deepened. "Really? It seems we're destined to meet."

As if trying to forcefully shift his attention, Hord took a deep breath, then brushed the hair that was obscuring his eyes back, reverting to his previous relaxed and carefree expression.

He opened his palm, and a magical fluctuation appeared in the space. Then a small metal plaque appeared. "Young Master Moshe, I received instructions from Marquis Mackintosh to deliver the token of Lord Tuaneco to you."

"Now, you are the acting lord of Tuoneko."