Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

It turned out to be the case.

Mo Xie maintained a faint smile, and his eyelids trembled slightly.

It was at this moment that an extremely terrifying pressure rushed towards him like a flood and a beast, cleverly bypassing Euphemia beside him.

The liquid solidified into ice crystals, the tip of the ice was just a hair's breadth away from his neck. Mo Xie was deprived of the right to breathe, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Every cell in his body was trembling, his flesh and bones were constantly rubbing and pulling, as if they would be cut off in the next second.

The pressure came from the two blond, blue-eyed guys with stern expressions, staring at him with cold eyes.

Amid the overlapping and intersecting visions, a transparent barrier loomed, firmly covering the woman.

Mo Xie remained calm, swallowed his saliva, and staggered a few steps in embarrassment.

He was careless and failed to control his emotions.

As expected of the Sword of the Kingdom, he is the youngest Grand Lord in history. He can manipulate the fluid in the air simply by changing his aura, and release 20% of his pressure with just a glance.

If I hadn't had the magic power to protect me, I would have fallen to the ground by now. Mo Xie tried his best to control his legs, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he concentrated his mental power to enter the perception field.

According to the class conversion of this world, in his previous life he was a supreme wizard, a master of top powers, and had also reached the level of a Holy Envoy, which was at the same level as the title of Grand Lord.

Marquis Mackintosh.

Let's call the blond-haired, blue-eyed man that for now.

In his perception, he was surrounded by a strange aura, which was very similar to the power of the second princess of the kingdom.

At the same time, the others were also looking at him calmly.

Something seems different.

"Kid, you're here." The red-haired, blue-eyed woman, Winry Bistall McIntosh said to him with a smile.

The pressure that made the air tremble was instantly withdrawn, and the two golden lions were unusually quiet. The big one lowered his eyes and stared at the empty plate, while the small one fiddled with the napkin in his hands, as if nothing had happened.

"Take a seat." Euphemia passed by him and reminded him in a low voice.

Mo Xie moved his numb legs and slowly walked towards the dining table, "Long time no see..."

It feels so familiar, as if I've had a conversation like this before.

He paused, swallowed the name that was about to come out of his mouth, and replied with a smile: "Madam."

Hearing this name, Arthurs stared at him with wide eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

The expressions of the two siblings, Floren and Euphemia, were exactly the same, calm and indifferent, and they didn't seem to be very surprised.

The head of the family at the end of the long table quietly placed the cut steak on his wife's plate.

"It seems that your injuries have healed. Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Wen Li didn't react to the address. She took Mo Xie's hand very naturally and asked with concern.

"No." Moshe shook his head and said, "But I don't remember anything."

"I know, it's okay." Wen Li patted his shoulder soothingly, her voice gentle, "The magicians from the association and the priests from the temple will come to visit soon, they will definitely find a way."

"Ah."

Can the extraordinary people in this world do such a thing?

after all--

The only way is to reshape the original soul and eliminate this outsider.

Mo Xie smiled, feeling the warmth wrapped around his palms, his mind working extremely clearly.

The figure of the woman was reflected in his eyes. Long, bright red hair, delicate features, slightly upturned mouth corners...Except for the color of the eyes, she was almost exactly the same as the woman.

Will it be you?

Victoria.

"Woo--" A low sound came from somewhere, like someone was playing a musical instrument, so penetrating that it made the eardrum itch.

The blond, blue-eyed man sitting at the main seat put down his cutlery, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands together in front of his chest. His wife and children also closed their eyes and clasped their hands together naturally, and straightened their backs.

This voice is so familiar. Moshe thought about it and imitated them, spending a long minute in a pious manner.

The almost stagnant atmosphere did not ease until the man opened his eyes and picked up his knife and fork.

The candlelight flickered above the dining table, and the freshly picked flowers were gorgeous and dripping with plump and clear water droplets. The tableware made of precious metals and ceramics sparkled under the illumination of the crystal carved lamps, looking extremely luxurious.

This is indeed in line with the style of a noble family. Mo Xie thought as he forked up a piece of bloody meat.

——Ding, da.

For a moment, the only sounds in the huge restaurant were the sounds of tableware colliding and breathing.

It is indeed much more convenient to have a personal waiter serving you.

The dining table was really too long, and it was filled with exquisite dishes from one end to the other. An upper-class noble who had received a good etiquette education would never stand up with a plate in his hand, walk to the long table, lower his noble head, get close to the steaming hot air, and eat it himself.

Just like the McIntoshes who lowered their heads to eat, there was no communication process. They only needed to give a look or a glance to the servants standing by, and the food they liked would appear in front of them.

Without Meimi, Moshe's back seemed a little empty.

However, he did not care, and walked over to Frohn, interlaced his arms with his valet, and accurately stabbed a piece of golden fried food.

The crisp sound echoed in the overly quiet restaurant. Two slightly cold gazes swept over inconspicuously, stayed for just a moment, and then moved away.

Okay, he admitted, it was a little funny.

It would be great if I could use chopsticks. It would be convenient to do actions like “pick up” and “poke”.

Seeing this, Wen Li smiled like a loving mother on her young face and said to the butler standing at the door: "Boris, please bring another serving of golden rob."

"Thank you." Mo Xie nodded, not knowing who he was talking to.

On the other side of the table, the little golden lion kept staring at Moshe, as if he wanted to drill a hole in his face.

Suddenly, he asked, "Mom, are you free tonight?"

These words seemed to trigger a switch, and the head of the family, who had been eating in silence with his head down, slowly raised his eyes.

"I learned how to make green apple pie!" Arthurs pretended not to notice, his eyes sparkling and his face flushed with excitement, "I want you to be the first to taste it!"

"Of course there is time, my dear." Wen Li smiled, her eyes filled with joy, "I am looking forward to it."

"Mother, although this is just a trivial matter, I still want to share it with you." Euphemia elegantly picked up the napkin and touched the corner of her lips, saying lightly, "I was admitted to the mysticism department of the academy as an exception."

"I have to correct you, Yufei." Wen Li restrained her smile slightly and said seriously and solemnly: "The academy is a small society, and you will grow through hardships. This is a big event worth celebrating, which means that a new node has appeared in your life. You must take it seriously."

"You are right, mother, I will pay attention next time." Euphemia smiled, but there was no trace of remorse in her eyes.

Compared to his younger brothers and sisters, the eldest son of the McIntosh family seemed more calm. "Mother, the greenhouse has been renovated and can be used at any time."

If you ignore the twinkling light in his ultramarine eyes, it does seem like a casual remark.

"Thank you, my child, you have helped me solve a great problem."

Moshe was very interested in their conversation, especially about the academy and the greenhouse.

There are several textbooks on the bookshelf in his room. The covers are designed in a classical style and printed with large gold-plated characters "Linguistics - Chinese".

If the original body studied Chinese in college, that would be such a coincidence.

Mo Xie lowered his eyes, and the desire to set off for the college immediately became stronger.

"Mother, you won't be going out again recently, will you?"

"If there are no important orders."

"Then you can accompany me..."

The gentle mother and her children with different personalities were still talking. Mo Xie listened quietly but kept talking.

They spoke words that Moshe could not understand, spoke in a soft and gentle tone, laughed happily from time to time, and had bright lights in their eyes. Even mature and steady people like Floren and Euphemia smiled happily.

Although it does seem tiny and hard to detect.

At this time, Mo Xie's overly calm state attracted Wen Li's attention, and several eyes moved and fell on the figure who was eating silently.

"Child, you seem a little tired. Why don't you go back and have a good sleep?"

Wen Li walked over slowly and placed her hand on the top of Mo Xie's head, softly and warmly. This action was very natural, as if she had done it many times.

But Mo Xie's pupils shrank suddenly, and his lips moved slightly, suppressing the muffled groan. He felt an indescribable pain exploding in his body, as if every cell was pierced by a thorn, and cold and sticky liquid flowed out, gradually spreading throughout his body, making his limbs limp and falling uncontrollably.

Magic intolerance.

This term appeared in Moshe's mind almost at the moment he felt the pain.

So that's why he felt an itchy pain when Bellion used the cleansing spell on him?

His eyelids trembled slightly, his eyes were focused on the woman's delicate face, and cold sweat continued to seep out of his forehead.

"Kid, you've been sweating a lot. Are you feeling unwell anywhere else?" Wen Li frowned slightly and gently placed her palm on his forehead.

Don't come any closer.

Mo Xie shook his head and took a half step back to avoid Wen Li's hand, "I'm fine."

In order to offset the intense stinging sensation, the magic power in his body began to become active, becoming hotter in repeated cycles, as constant as the sun.

In his peripheral vision, the little golden lion was glaring at him again, as if to say "How dare you not accept your mother's care?"

The longer you stay, the greater the risk of exposure.

"Well, Marquis, Madam, I'll go back first." After saying that, Mo Xie stood up and bowed slowly.

These few short seconds were enough for his legs to regain mobility. Mo Xie did not choose to meet the gaze, but walked straight to the door and walked away in the surprised gazes of the waiters and maids.

After returning to the room, Mo Xie exhaled, lay on his back on the bed, raised his hands and grasped them lightly.

The original physique was weak, and Winry might want to use this method to help him adjust his body. This was completely different from the feeling when Froen sent him magic power. One was within the tolerable range, and the other seemed to hurt the soul.

Perhaps it was related to the purity of the magic power, or perhaps the pressure released by Marquis McIntosh caused substantial damage to his body.

But... did Wen Li really not know?

With this question in mind, Mo Xie narrowed his eyes slightly and began to circulate the magic power in his body.

The faces of Winry and Victoria gradually overlapped in his mind. The black hair that was originally spread out slowly floated up, and under the moonlight, it looked extremely flexible and smooth. The lines on the light brown iris became clearer, and under the background of the green light deep in the pupil, it actually had the texture of a star.

This feeling was extremely familiar and reassuring. Mo Xie smiled and snapped his fingers with his left hand, and then there was a rustling sound outside the window.

New buds sprout on old trees, and spring comes again for dead trees.

He certainly received the reward for enduring the pain.

The original power of the wizard, the trump card for survival in another world, the capital to touch the existence of higher positions——

Spiritual fetus.