Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Vivian's belongings disappeared suddenly and reappeared suddenly.

The middle-aged boy took out a small cube from his pocket. It was about half the size of his palm. The surface was black and smooth, with no patterns or decorations.

I don't know where he pressed the switch, but the cube cracked into two straight and neat cracks, and then several white lights flew out, landed on the bench in the rest area, and turned into various things.

Perfume, handkerchief, pen, hair tie, ruler... and most importantly, Vivian's professional work, which is also the gift she will give to her mother, a silver star twist ring.

The moment Vivian saw the red jewelry box, she ran over, threw herself on the bench, then opened the box deftly and carefully took out the ring.

There are some tiny gem fragments on the surface of the silver ring, which sparkle in the moonlight.

The smooth lines and exquisite twisting design add a sense of mystery to the ring as a whole, like a galaxy in the vast universe.

The gemstone inlaid in the ring setting is smooth and delicate, pure and transparent, and its flat surface reflects the bright starlight.

What a beautiful piece of craft!

"I haven't touched these things since I put them in the storage box." After saying this, the boy actually showed an expression of regret.

Dario resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Does Senior Vivian have to thank you?"

The boy shook his head seriously, "That's not necessary."

Hey! Do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to understand? Dalio looked at him with complicated eyes, feeling like he had punched cotton.

"It seems like there's something missing?" Linda looked around and said with some confusion.

Emma nodded, "Yeah, the white bunny doll."

For a moment, all eyes were focused on the boy, with a sense of inquiry and scrutiny.

The boy pursed his lips tightly, as if a thorn was on his back. After a moment of silence, he said, "In my dormitory."

"Ah? This..." Linda fell silent.

Emma took the initiative to ask: "Do you like that bunny doll?"

If so, why not just buy one yourself, instead of choosing to steal someone else's?

The boy suddenly became embarrassed, with a faint blush on his cheeks. "Yes, because it looks as cute as Vivian...senior, so..."

Emma interrupted the boy expressionlessly: "Okay, I got it."

This guy must be a pervert, she thought.

Late at night, the sound of wind and the chirping of insects sounded like a natural lullaby, and several students had already begun yawning into the night.

Mo Xie walked to Vivian and asked softly, "Senior Vivian, what do you want to do?"

Vivian put away the jewelry box and slowly stood up. "I want to say a few words to him."

Mo Xie turned around and motioned for the boy to come forward, and he naturally stepped aside.

Vivian stared at the boy with a serious expression, "My dear junior, it is normal to like cute things. I respect and understand your hobbies, but this cannot be used as an excuse for you to steal other people's things at will."

The boy listened silently, his eyes flickering.

"Everyone has their own private life. Your behavior will not only cause property losses to others, but also invade their privacy and affect their lives."

Vivian's tone was very serious, and she used the pronoun "others" many times because she knew that she was not the only one who had experienced such a thing, and it was impossible to completely prevent such a thing from happening.

While advising the boys, he also spoke to everyone present.

"I won't hold you accountable this time, but if you do it again next time, I will report it to the student union and make sure you get the punishment you deserve."

“I understand, I won’t do this again…” The boy’s eyes were wet, his lips trembled slightly, and his whole body looked like it was about to break.

Vivian looked at him, her eyebrows suddenly curved, revealing a brilliant smile, "If you have something you want to tell me, please come to me openly, I will listen carefully."

The boy stood there in a daze, slowly opened his eyes, and muttered unclear syllables, as if he was about to drown in love.

Weiweian turned around, bowed deeply to Mo Xie, and said sincerely: "Thank you very much for your help, Mo Xie. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would do."

Mo Xie smiled and said, "It's just a piece of cake."

Vivian showed a grateful expression and wanted to express her gratitude further, but she had to give up because it was too late.

She bowed to the students who came to help and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Please go back to the dormitory and rest."

Since the victim of the theft has said so, there is no need to make a big deal out of it.

"Good night."

"See you tomorrow."

The students returned to their dormitories, and the huge Royal Academy of Rekton was immersed in darkness and returned to peace.

Middle School Dormitory Building, Room B0917.

After they finished washing up, they lay down on the bed and prepared to rest. Dalio suddenly remembered something and whispered to Moshe, "The magic tool that can store items is called a storage box. With it, it will be easy to go home every day off. But... it's expensive! Very expensive!"

His tone gradually became painful. "I feel uncomfortable all over when I think about having to carry my quilt and homework and take a three-hour carriage ride back tomorrow..."

Yes, the students of the secondary school of Rekton Royal Academy are about to have a precious day off.

Mo Xie slowly turned over in the bed and asked curiously, "How many items can the storage box store? Or is it calculated by volume?"

"The quality of magic tools ranges from elementary, intermediate, outstanding, extraordinary, epic, legendary and divine. The higher the quality of the storage box, the more things it can store. Hmm... as far as I know, there is no clear quantity regulation." Dalio's voice became lower and lower, with a noticeable nasal tone.

Don't worry, just close your eyes and digest the new knowledge you have gained.

I have to admit that magic is more practical and convenient than witchcraft in some aspects.

The witchcraft power that spreads vitality and acts on living things will probably never be able to catch up with the pace of evolution of magic power.

this is the truth.

The next morning, the students of the secondary school department, full of excitement, brought large and small bags and rushed to the college gate like a tide.

Moshe said goodbye to Dalio and waited under the bronze sculpture of Dean Dole.

Not long after, the person he was waiting for arrived.

Frohn and Euphemia had nothing in their hands and were dressed simply and lightly, which formed a sharp contrast with him, who was carrying a handbag and had a large bag of "gifts" hanging on his body.

"It's not convenient to hold it this way." After saying that, Frohn took out a golden cube from his coat pocket.

His slender fingers pressed lightly on the bottom of the cube, and then tiny cracks appeared on each side, converging and rotating at the top, eventually forming a small round hole.

This scene looks familiar.

Golden light flew out from the round hole, landed on Moshe's body, automatically wrapped around his handbag and big bag, and then rolled back into the round hole together.

After the circular hole closed, Frohn placed the cube into Moshe's hand and explained, "This is for you. It can store items. It doesn't require magic to drive it. Just press the switch at the bottom."

Moshe rubbed the coldness in his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Froen."

Froen pursed his lips, "... Yeah."

Euphemia stood between Fron and Moshe with a smile in her eyes, tearing open a teleportation scroll.

"Then let's go home now."

As soon as he finished speaking, a magic circle with purple light unfolded under the feet of the three people, and then a pillar of light rose up, leading the three people to a place called "home".