Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

The snow layer was more noticeable in that area than in other places under the moonlight.

With Cherry's help, Mocher traversed the area with ease. He easily reached the vicinity of a special layer of snow, bent down, grabbed a handful, and examined it closely.

Cherry walked slowly behind him, her tone unusually excited, "You're really lucky."

"Do you recognize this substance?" Mochet asked.

"Snow Essence Sand." Cherry slightly clenched her five fingers, and extremely fine matter, like stardust in the vast universe, detached from the snow.

This substance exists in the World Tree's memory.

Moshe immediately realized what he meant and looked up at the higher mountain peak, "Snow Essence Sand, produced from snow minerals unique to the icy plateau region."

"Snow ore produces three kinds of substances: snow sand, snow crystal, and snow essence sand. Among them, snow essence sand has the most demanding production conditions. Strong external force combined with rich magic power is required to hammer the snow ore hundreds or thousands of times before a single grain can be produced."

Snow Essence Sand is known as the "strongest stabilizer" in the alchemy world, as it can greatly increase the probability of successful refining and fusion.

Because the probability of mining snow crystal is very low, it is available but priceless.

Families involved in alchemy typically make collecting snow essence sand an annual task for their family exploration teams, while the Royal Academy, backed by royal resources, has an even more outstanding team that collects it regularly.

Snow crystals falling from heights are so fine that they are easily scattered by the wind. Collecting them one by one until a sufficient amount is obtained to act as a stabilizer would require a great deal of time and effort.

"The people who can meet all these conditions... no, the creatures, live on the mountaintop."

"Should I go catch a few to mine for you?" Cherry's eyes gleamed with a faint golden light, and a rich magical aura emanated from her, surrounding her.

She always kept her word; with Moshe's consent, those enormous, ferocious creatures would obediently lie prostrate before them.

Moshe gently shook his head. "Witchcraft will eventually be broken. We should establish a harmonious and mutually supportive relationship with the Ironheart Bear clan."

The name Tie Xinxiong has three layers of meaning.

First, they are secondary species of magical beasts, evolved from carnivorous bears.

Secondly, once they enter combat mode, their fur becomes incredibly tough, especially on their chest, where it forms a sharp outline. This not only protects their vital heart but also serves as a weapon for defense and counterattack.

Third, they live in icy and snowy plateau regions. In order for the species to reproduce and adapt to environmental changes, each cub must pass a test to integrate into the species. Otherwise, they will be abandoned by their parents and left to fend for themselves in the icy and snowy world.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cherry's aura vanished abruptly, a slight smile playing on her lips, her tone laced with cruelty. "Their original habitats have been plundered by humans, their softest fur has been made into leather clothing, and their claws and hardened hairs have been plucked out one by one to make weapons and equipment."

"They will not cooperate with humans."

Mochet could understand Cherry.

She possesses a long lifespan and immense power, and in her view, control and taming are far easier than rebuilding harmonious relationships.

"Although those people were inherently greedy, they wouldn't have forced the monster race into this state if the Witch Clan hadn't been pushing them behind the scenes."

"Honest and kind people should not have to pay the price for those scoundrels."

Cherry quickly accepted this, "You're right, so what do we do next?"

Click.

A strange noise came from above their heads, almost imperceptible amidst the sound of the wind.

“Perhaps Ironheart Bear can understand Lorup language?” After saying that, Cherry easily leaped up and hovered in the air by stepping on the magic circle.

Just then, a white object flew out from the mountaintop, lost its forward momentum, and fell vertically into Cherry's arms.

Cherry enveloped the white object with her magical power and landed lightly beside Moshe.

"Just kidding, maybe they were attracted by the World Tree's aura on you."

Ironheart Bears are magical beasts with extremely keen senses. Perhaps, like the old chieftain of Mauk, they can also sense something from Moshe.

"They've left?" Moshe could only vaguely sense the presence of creatures on the mountaintop, but he couldn't determine their species or number.

“Yes, they left without hesitation. But if they really wanted to abandon this little guy, they wouldn’t have left him here.” Cherry stroked the cub’s soft fur, took out a bottle of potion from her storage box, and fed it to the cub little by little.

The little creature had its eyes closed, its body was snow-white, and its newly grown downy fur was slightly curly, revealing its underlying pink skin as it breathed.

The potion had a noticeable effect; it was no longer weak and powerless, and was able to raise its claws and press its soft paw pads against Cherry's palm.

“Let’s take it back to the city first, and we’ll discuss its placement with Mr. Hord tomorrow.” Moshe reached out and took the Ironheart Bear cub, holding it steadily in his arms. “I’ll need you to collect the Snow Essence Sand here, Cherry.”

Seeing the Ironheart Bear cub bury its head in Moshe's chest, yawn, and then fall into a deep sleep with a purring sound, Cherry chuckled, opened her palms forward, and summoned a double magic circle.

"Yes, Chieftain, I will deliver every single grain to you without missing a single one."

The next day, the only two servants in the lord's castle were surprised to find that Steward Shazo had gotten up early, unusually, and had tidied himself up from head to toe, even changing into his best-kept custom-made suit.

"This strand of hair is really in the way."

"The color of this headband is too bright..."

"Should we go down the mountain and find a doctor for the steward?" The round-faced servant's eyes followed Hord's figure from side to side.

"Never mind, at least the head steward has cheered up, hasn't he?" After saying that, the pointy-faced servant carried a basket of stone flowers into the kitchen.

As lunchtime approached, Hord, who looked more than ten years younger, appeared in the hallway of the bedroom area.

"My lord, Miss Stolbert, would I have the honor of inviting you both to lunch?"

His voice clearly entered the room, and then Mocher and Cherry simultaneously opened the door, smiling and greeting him.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Hord."

"You are even more handsome and dashing today than you were yesterday, Steward Xia Zuo."

"Ahem..." Hord clenched his fist and put it to his mouth, but when he saw Cherry's sweet smile, his eyes hurriedly looked away and were fixed on the old floor. "Is...is that so? Thank you, Miss Stolbert."

This young nobleman, who was rumored to be infatuated with love, had his ears turn red, revealing a more innocent side than they had imagined.

“After lunch, I would like to speak with Mr. Hord about the Ironheart Bear clan,” Moshe said.

"The Ironheart Bear clan? No problem." Hord finally looked away and turned to Moshe. "Their territory and range overlap to some extent, but we've never met face-to-face... Hmm?"

When he saw the white creature nestled in Moshe's arms, its limbs swaying slowly upwards, his pupils contracted sharply.

“Perhaps… it’s a polar bear that lives on glaciers and snowfields?” he asked tentatively, his voice trembling slightly.

Moshe stepped forward, holding the Ironheart Bear, and said with a smile, "No, it's the Ironheart Bear I was just talking about."