Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Hearing this request, Mo Xie's emotions, which were almost boiling, suddenly calmed down.

He tried to understand Nolan.

The Frost Tundra Campaign was launched in 807 AD, and the fall of the ruins dates back at least a hundred years ago.

The Renekton royal family took away all valuables, swept the castle clean inside and out, and then ordered people to place a huge work of art on the first floor of the castle - the corpse of the plane leader "Frost Queen", as if to remember the victory forever.

[Your companions look frightened.]

Nolan didn't care about Moshe's silence. He floated slowly along the icicle and stayed for a moment facing Dalio and the others.

Then, the familiar and terrifying screams resounded throughout the space again, mixed with rapid sobs and breathing sounds.

"Mo, Mo Xie! He's going to fly out!"

"Vivian, let's go first, wuwuwu..."

Mo Xie raised his hand to signal him to come over quickly, and then looked at this young man with a child's heart with some helplessness.

[Stop scaring them.]

Nolan just chuckled and mentioned his previous request again.

[uh-huh.]

[So what's your answer, young wizard? Can you please kill me? I don't want to die in pain.]

Mo Xie stared at the eyes that were gradually becoming empty, and slowly raised his hand to touch the icicle.

He didn't know much about the royal family of Renekton, but he got some information from people's words that the current king was a domineering and tyrannical person.

[...]

Nolan's eyes fell on Moshe's palm, his eyelids trembling slightly, and at the same time, he approached the icicle at an extremely slow speed, as if afraid of being noticed, until his forehead was only a layer of ice away from the warm object.

The king ordered the ruins to be taken for himself, sealed and exhibited in the name of the country and the royal family.

So does he know what's on the third floor of the castle?

The answer is obvious.

Moshe gently stroked the surface of the icicle and said the same cruel words.

What if I refuse?

Not only did they know, but they had also reinforced the magic on the icicles.

So Nolan was alone, in this inhuman form, frozen in this dark and cold place.

For hundreds of years.

[If you refuse...]

Hearing this answer, Nolan did not show any surprise. He closed his eyes, rubbed Mo Xie's hand across the ice, and replied in a pleasant tone:

[If you refuse, I will probably cry and make a scene, even though I don’t have a body to make a scene with, haha——]

[Not now.]

Mo Xie withdrew his hand and gently stroked his cold fingertips.

Nolan's eyes were suddenly filled with regret, and his tone became anxious.

[When can it be done? One year? One month? Or...]

Before he could finish his words, a cool breeze suddenly came from above.

Mo Xie looked up and saw that the originally pitch-black top had turned white at some point, and goose-feather-sized snowflakes and irregularly shaped ice chips kept falling.

Nolan seemed to sense something, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a serious and earnest tone:

[Wizard boy, you and your companions should go back first.]

[Um. ]

Mo Xie nodded in response, severed the mental connection, and quickly ran back to Dalio.

In fact, he also had a bad feeling in his heart.

From gathering to opening the castle gate and then to dispersing activities, which detail was forgotten?

"Walk."

Dalio and the girls looked at each other and showed a look of relief. "Finally——" they sighed while tearing open the teleportation scroll.

Five beams of light lit up one after another, completely enveloping the five people.

One good thing for Dalio is that "scrolls that are limited to a single thing are going to land a little more gently than large scrolls that teleport."

They only felt suspended in the air for a brief moment before quickly returning to their original gathering place.

Just when Dalio, who had a lot to say, wanted to talk to his classmates, he suddenly found that the atmosphere was a little strange.

Most of the students came out, looking flustered and making a lot of noise. Some of them lay on the ground with blankets under them, and people were around them doing something unknown.

Dalio stopped a junior and asked, "What happened?"

The younger student's face was pale and slightly blue, and he answered tremblingly: "Someone has been poisoned by the cold, and..."

"And what?" Dalio was a little puzzled. Why do people nowadays always like to finish their sentences halfway?

"The cold poison is spreading." The junior student struggled to pull Dalio's hand away and jumped far away, "It's contagious!"

"Ah?" Dalio looked confused, as if silently saying "My precious outdoor practice is over."

He looked at Mo Xie and pursed his lips helplessly, "What should I do now?"

"Let's go find the teacher first." Mo Xie, who was a 30-year-old adult inside, behaved very calmly.

In such harsh climatic conditions, fleeing to avoid infection is unwise.

Judging from the noisy crowd, the cold virus spreads quickly but will not immediately endanger lives.

The teachers have more experience than the students. They understand the frost tundra ruins and know how to deal with emergencies.

And those who can be sent by Dole to lead the team should all have abilities.

"Well... see you later." The girls majoring in handicraft production seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem and ran towards the teacher with complicated expressions.

Moshe and Dalio quickly found the organization. The Chinese language students were sitting around a fire, some with dull expressions, some with sad faces, and some were howling for attention.

"Ms. Cherry."

For example, Alva Bittenon, who was wailing with his hands covering his arms and resting his head on his teacher's thighs.

Shameless, Dalio cursed in his heart. If possible, I really don't want to be in the same class with him.

Cherry stopped what she was doing and looked up at them, "You're back. Are you okay?"

Mo Xie shook his head, "It's okay."

"Teacher, where does this cold poison come from?"

He saw that Bitnon's entire arm had turned crimson purple, and his nails were long, thin and sharp, showing signs of mutation.

After thinking for a moment, Cherry said, "In fact, rather than the cold poison, I am more inclined to think that it is the remaining power of the Frost Queen."

"After the annihilation of the Frost Queen, the remaining power in her body was no longer under control and scattered to all parts of the plane. Since they could not leave the plane, they could only hide in the solid ice."

"Someone happened to leave traces of life at the location where the power was sealed."

"In order to regain the shell, the power entered into this person's body."

A gleam of light flashed in Mo Xie's eyes, and he whispered, "It's those students who came late..." They fell and were injured on the way to the gathering.

Cherry responded with an affirmative look, "That's right."

"But if that's all, the power will only exist within the individual and won't be transmitted to each other. So there must be some influencing factor in the ruins that makes the power spread so quickly."

Mo Xie stared into the other's emerald eyes with a calm expression.

"As long as the influence is removed and the children take the healing potion, they should be able to recover soon."

This is the expected result, isn't it?