Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Moshe MacIntosh does not have the exquisite looks inherited from his family, nor does he have outstanding talents or a strong physique. He even has a hidden danger of the magical universe in his body that could endanger his life at any time.

Mo Xie, who inherited all of this, was like rebuilding a new high-rise building on the ruins scattered on the top of the mountain.

Fortunately, the magic power was imprinted in the soul, and the fetus was able to be reborn in the new body.

Not a bad starting point.

As a former pure-blood supreme wizard, Moshe not only mastered all the primitive witchcraft, but also created many new types of witchcraft and could easily draw multi-structured magic arrays.

With the help of the witch clan's heirloom "Huan Kou", he can rival the title master with all his strength.

Now he only needs to improve his physique, increase the upper limit of his mental strength, cultivate his spirit fetus to be stronger, and then...

Step by step, approaching the existence that stands above countless lives.

[Master, I feel so bored.]

Nolan suddenly appeared from behind and said gloomily.

[Although Bellion answered my questions seriously, he didn't take the initiative to talk about other things. He is just a dull stone.]

He extended his index finger and gently poked the ball of light.

The touch from the fingertips is very soft, and it will rebound when you apply force.

[I wanted to ask this before, could it be that you are not a human, but some kind of soft-bodied monster?]

[I am human.]

Moshe did not make any unnecessary explanations and regained control of the conversation before the young man with an unfocused mind could continue to ask questions.

[Nolan, I want to ask you a question.]

Nolan smiled, leaned down slightly, and looked at Mo Xie with expectant eyes.

[You say, Master. As long as I know, I will tell you without reservation, and I will never hide anything.]

Bellion walked over silently, and after hearing these words, he seemed to glance at Nolan quickly. His silver eyes sparkled with a gleam, and no emotion could be seen.

[Is there any magic that can summon spirits?]

Mo Xie believed that no matter how much experience he had fighting magicians, he was still just a wizard after all, and he could not understand the magic system as well as a real magician.

This question was also thrown to Bellion who was listening.

[Can magic summon souls...?]

Nolan rarely showed a serious look, and after a moment of silence, he said:

[Magic is divided into three categories: attack, control, and healing. I have never heard of any magic system that has magic that can summon souls.]

[Perhaps you should ask occultists, who have done similar research.]

Nolan has a point.

It just so happens that Euphemia is a student of the Department of Mysticism and can help make an introduction.

Thinking this way, Moshe turned and looked at Bellion who had remained silent.

The young man who received the eye signal stepped forward and stated the conclusion first.

[There is currently no magic or ritual that can summon spirits.]

He paused and added:

[God created the world and gave life to all things. Life is the container and carrier of the soul, and the soul is the inner power and foundation of life. In order to maintain the order of the world, God also made rules. Magic is constrained by the rules, and only magic within the rules can take effect.]

God is the supreme being who cannot be disobeyed.

Moshe knew that this was what Bellion wanted to express.

[I see. Thank you.]

This time he stayed in the spiritual world for a little too long. Now that his mental strength has been restored and he has obtained useful information, it is time to return to the real world.

[But Master, what Bellion said was that 'magic is subject to rules', but that doesn't mean your power is also subject to rules. Look, I was once torn apart and half dead, but you saved me intact, didn't you?]

Just as Mo Xie was floating slowly and preparing to fly to the sea of ​​consciousness, Nolan's slender arms wrapped around him again.

He rested his chin on the ball of light and spoke in a lazy tone.

[In the eyes of others, I am just an ordinary person who has no magic spring and passed the martial arts exam rematch by chance with the weapon designed by my brother.]

After saying that, Mo Xie flashed out of Nolan's arms, quickly came above the sea of ​​consciousness, and landed without waiting for his two subordinates to react.

Countless bubbles of all sizes surrounded the ball of light and were swept into the dark abyss along with the flow of water.

After regaining consciousness, Mo Xie slowly opened his eyes.

Dalio hasn't come back yet. The dormitory is very quiet and only his shallow breathing can be heard.

He looked at the golden-brown light outside the window, and the last look Nolan gave him suddenly appeared in his mind.

There is the innocence of children, the curiosity and exploration among adults, and... the excitement and desire for the unknown.

In a sense, Nolan is a very dangerous person.

His thinking is erratic and divergent, but he can accurately grasp the key points of things and analyze them.

He probably has realized the fact that "magic power is a force independent of the rules of the Creator God."

Mo Xie was sitting on the bed, deep in thought, when he suddenly heard a slight noise coming from outside the door.

Little curly-haired Dario blinked, "Uh, did I disturb your rest?"

"No."

"I brought some snacks from home, in many flavors. Eat whatever you want, don't be shy." After saying that, Dalio poured everything in his backpack into the empty basket, and then handed Moshe a well-packaged piece of jerky-like thing.

"Thank you." Mo Xie took it with a smile.

The two teenagers sat facing each other on their beds, eating snacks and chatting.

They talked about the events in the academy.

We talked about the strange scenes we saw after returning home.

We also talked about the bald senior who helped in the laboratory.

They looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This harmonious and lively atmosphere gradually disappeared after the lights were turned off late at night.

The next morning, Moshe and Dalio finished their breakfast and arrived at the classroom on time.

Then, in just five minutes, all the students majoring in Chinese language arrived.

If you are late for Associate Professor Clapham’s class, be prepared to fail!

This is a fact that is acknowledged by all students in the entire major, no, by all students in the entire college.

"Ring ring ring——"

The class bell rang and Associate Professor Clapham walked in with steady steps.

His teaching method was as old-fashioned as before, and the students should have found it boring.

However, with his extensive knowledge, he managed to draw students' attention to other content related to the text.

Joseph Buck and his deskmate Alva Bittenon, two unlucky teenagers, had to copy a text assignment more than other students because they failed to answer the question raised by Associate Professor Clapham.

The bell rang again, which was the signal. Associate Professor Clapham closed the textbook without hesitation and turned to leave.

Mo Xie immediately followed and said, "Associate Professor Clapham, please stay."

Associate Professor Clapham stopped where he was, turned around slowly, and stared at Moshe quietly with his green eyes calm and composed.

Moshe took out the ring from the lining, and then said in a voice that the two could hear: "This is a magic tool that Brother Froen asked me to give to you. It is used to collect aura. You can take it off after wearing it for a week."

Associate Professor Clapham seemed to have understood what had happened, so he was not surprised. He took it and put it directly on his left wrist.

After a moment, he asked an irrelevant question.

"Student Mo Xie, are you interested in translation?"

Mo Xie was slightly stunned, "...a little interested."

"I would like to invite you to join my translation team."