Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

On the second day of registration for the military exam, the academy became even more lively.

All I could hear along the way was people excitedly discussing the same topic. Occasionally someone would greet Dalio as he passed by, but the way they spoke was a little strange.

"Brother Neville, how is your brother preparing?"

"Hey, Neville, cheer for your brother for me."

"Dalio... um, this is the pendant I made for Gonavi. Could you please help pass it to him?"

In response, Dalio just smiled and nodded, then walked into the classroom.

Mo Xie placed the paper and pen on the upper left corner of the desk and silently opened the textbook.

Although he had prepared for the lesson in advance, he still had only a partial understanding of some of the knowledge and could not fully absorb it.

After a while, a short bell rang, and the originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet.

Outside the classroom, steady footsteps came closer and closer.

A man in a white and brown robe appeared at the door. He lowered his head slightly and walked through the door frame that almost restrained his tall figure. His emerald green eyes showed no emotion as he scanned the surprised students.

"what?"

"I never thought I'd see Associate Professor Clapham twice in one week..."

Moshe understood why his classmates were surprised.

In the overall course schedule of the Chinese language major in the secondary school, the designated teacher for the course "A Comprehensive History of Plane Battles" is Lando Fangs.

He had never seen this teacher before as he had just arrived, but he knew that Lando would definitely not look like Associate Professor Clapham.

The most surprised person was Dalio.

In less than two days, the fantasies of his admirers were about to be shattered.

Associate Professor Clapham, an academic researcher, always teaches advanced professional courses.

How did he end up in a class like Wei Zong, which was a three-category casual chat course?

I see, it must be that Professor Fangs was sick and asked for leave, so Associate Professor Clapham reluctantly took over the class. Dalio comforted himself in his heart.

"Moshe MacIntosh."

"arrive."

"Roll roll."

"Yes."

Oh, what a familiar process, as if it happened yesterday.

Dalio suddenly had an urge to cry.

Associate Professor Clapham, please take a closer look. That's F-level Moshe Mackintosh. What exactly do you expect from him?

During the roll call, Associate Professor Clapham raised his head slightly and his eyes fell on the chandelier, without moving or making a sound.

It was not until Moshe returned to his seat that he came out of his statue-like frozen state and slowly spoke: "There are two classic plane battles in Renekton's history, the Frost Tundra in 807 and the Corroded Cave in 1096."

The students then flipped through their textbooks and found the relevant pages.

"Joseph Buck, tell me what you know about the Battle of Frost Tundra."

The boy whose name was called stood up slowly, his Adam's apple moving up and down as he looked nervous.

Huh? Why me again? You can tell what's going on in his mind from his facial expression.

"Uh... The Frost Tundra Campaign was launched in the deep winter of December 807. Ficon Rody, the second leader of the Renekton Royal Knights and the first titled Grand Master in the history of the kingdom, led nearly 12 knights and magicians into the Frost Tundra plane."

Poor Joseph was secretly flipping through his textbook, racking his brains to organize his words.

"The Knights encountered extreme cold weather while searching for their leader. The cold poison seeped into the magic springs of the magicians, making them unable to release fire magic to resist the extreme cold. The knights also stopped on the ice because they had no means of keeping warm."

"And then, uh... in order to make the surviving knights and magicians leave the plane, Captain Rody and the Frost Queen died together?" Joseph scratched the back of his head and said uncertainly.

Joseph is a guy who starts off well but ends badly. I don't know how he got a C grade in Chinese oral English. Dalio silently complained.

Clapham nodded slightly. "Without an antidote, how did Captain Ficken Roddy escape the control of the poison?"

"He stabbed his own body with the sword, forcing out the magical poison, and gained a temporary chance to move."

"Why did Captain Ficken Rody choose to attack the Frost Tundra Plane in the depths of winter when he knew that the plane was blessed with ice and snow in the Main World?"

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sit down, but the second question came along and he had to stand up again to answer it.

"Because the cracks in the planes kept expanding, the aliens took the opportunity to come out and kill innocent people indiscriminately, so Captain Rody had no choice but to launch a campaign in order to maintain the peace and stability of the kingdom."

Ah, this stupid guy!

Dalio, who knew Associate Professor Clapham's style, felt a little sympathetic towards him at this time.

"Joseph Buck."

"Yes Yes!"

"Watch your words." Clapham's tone suddenly became stern. "The only one in the Kingdom of Rekton who has the power to initiate a war is His Majesty the King."

"Students remember this!" Joseph was frightened by his gloomy eyes. His mind short-circuited instantly and he couldn't help but perform a not-so-standard Renekton military salute.

"Hand-copy the Renekton Hymn three times and give it to me tomorrow."

"Yes..." This was a completely unexpected disaster. Joseph sat down exhausted, wanting to cry but unable to.

Stupid guy, be glad that you are a student in the middle school.

You know, Associate Professor Clapham is always merciless to the students in the advanced department. It is common for him to copy the 5,000-word "Ode to Rekton" ten times as punishment. Dalio thought with some gloating.

"In the battle of Frost Tundra, the Royal Knights suffered heavy losses, and hundreds of warriors sacrificed their lives to gain victory. The great pioneer, the protector of the kingdom, Captain Ficon Roddy, his heroic deeds will be forever remembered by the people of Renekton."

Clapham's voice was as low and calm as he felt.

"Some of the treasures brought out from the plane will be used for construction projects, some will be displayed in the museum as collections, and the remaining usable materials will all be used to create equipment."

"The gift that His Majesty the King gave to His Royal Highness the Prince on his tenth birthday was the Ice Heart Chain, the personal treasure of the Frost Queen."

Mo Xie gently stroked the pages of the book, his eyes falling on the oval ice crystal in the middle of the necklace.

Although the edges of the ice crystals are very neat and round, the center is uneven, and the layers are not clear and transparent.

If it is indeed a "rough stone", it should contain enormous power.

"Although the Frost Queen has been annihilated, as the lord of a medium or large plane, her influence on things marked with ownership can last for hundreds or even thousands of years without external interference. This is the main reason why Renekton X sealed the Ice Heart Chain in the treasury."

"And now it can be seen in the world because..."

Moshe picked up his pen and wrote down several key words: plane, alien race, lord, ode to Renekton, and ownership.

A large amount of information flooded into the mind like a tide, vying to leave its own place in the book of memory.

"get out of class is over, no homework."

A few seconds before the bell rang, Associate Professor Clapham left without hesitation, just like he did yesterday.

When the students looked up blankly, they only saw the edge of his robe.

Ten minutes after the break, Cherie Stopor, the teacher of "History of the Development of the Western Continent", walked into the classroom.