Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

It was a sunny afternoon. The servants on the afternoon shift ended their lunch break early and were busy in various parts of the castle.

Jenny said that the second son of the Marquis of Clapham was coming to visit. Although she had made sufficient preparations a few days before, she still had to spend time and energy to confirm everything on the day.

As I had just become a maid, I couldn't participate in it, so I had to go to the laundry room to find something to do.

Thanks to the trick Jenny told me, I was finally able to quickly distinguish the clothes of the guards and knights and sew them with the appropriate fabric.

After folding the pile of clothes neatly and tying them to my body with a string, I stood up with a funny gesture and staggered out of the laundry room.

--Snapped!

"How dare you hit me?!"

A loud questioning voice suddenly came out, and I was startled. I trembled all over and turned around.

Oh, it's the young nobleman I haven't seen before, probably the second son of the Marquis of Clapham? Opposite him, with a gloomy face and no words, is the second young master Mo Xie, who rarely goes downstairs but has a very strong presence.

"Is there anything wrong with what I said? Why do you hit me?!"

--Snapped!

Another slap.

Ah, I clearly saw a small white thing fly out of the child's mouth.

The second son of the Marquis of Clapham covered his red and swollen cheeks in a daze, his eyes gradually filled with tears, and then he cried loudly in grievance, "Woo-wah--!"

Master Mo Xie, do you know how much psychological damage these two slaps caused to a young child? It makes me feel heartbroken.

Master Mo Xie just looked at the crying child and frowned with some disgust.

"Can you speak human language now?"

"You bully me, woooooooooooooo!"

Obviously, this child not only can't speak human language, but also can't understand human language.

Seeing this, Mo Xie took off his gloves and threw them accurately onto the round table. Then he turned around and left without hesitation, leaving the lonely child alone, sobbing and gasping for air.

Well, you don't know, you only care whether your hands are dirty or not.

I was a little embarrassed when I accidentally saw this scene. I felt sorry for the child and wanted to take him to see a doctor, but I was worried that this would cause unnecessary trouble.

After much consideration, I decided to report the matter to the butler and ask him to find a way to mediate.

Later, I moved into Jenny's dormitory and often chatted with several lower-level maids at night.

[My friend used to work with me. She was a very observant and well-behaved person. That day, she was assigned to clean the room of Mo…, and was suddenly pushed to the ground without any defense, and then a shining sword blade was pressed against her face. Later, I don’t know how the matter was resolved, but she was frightened and decided to leave Fort McIntosh. Before leaving, she told me to stay away from that person.]

[I testify that a scar suddenly appeared on her face that day. It was long and smooth, from the end of her eye to the corner of her mouth. It must have been caused by a sword!]

[Luckily the wound is not deep. If it is not treated properly, it will leave scars and disfigurement! How can I get married in that case?]

Just by listening to the maids' careful description I could imagine what the scene was like, and then I came to my senses and realized that Fort McIntosh was not as peaceful and stable as it seemed on the surface.

There is a mad dog inside, keep away.

Are the lives of commoners important to the nobles? This question kept lingering in my mind, and I began to worry.

If one day it is my turn to serve Master Mo Xie, will I be able to get away with it?

I didn't expect this day to come so soon. I stood in front of Master Moshe, waiting for his orders, as if I was accepting corporal punishment. My fingers were tightly clasped, and my eyes were fixed on the patterns on the wall, for fear of attracting his attention.

I was so nervous that my stomach churned and a nauseous feeling rose up my throat.

Oops! Maybe I made some strange noise unconsciously. Master Mo Xie glanced at me expressionlessly while holding the teacup.

There was a sword leaning against his chair. The style of the hilt was a new popular one recently. The sheen was duller where it was held, revealing faint spots of rust inside.

Ahaha, do rich young masters from noble families also use gold-plated things?

I really admire myself for still having the mood to think about useless things.

I didn't bother to look at it carefully. I clenched my teeth and tried hard to suppress the urge to vomit, and prayed in my heart: Omniscient and omnipotent Creator God, if I can't escape this disaster, I beg you to take away my opportunity and bless my family with happiness and safety.

I could feel Master Moshe's gaze on me, moving like a cold snake. It was a very direct, scrutinizing look.

The fragments of stories I heard from the maids kept flashing in my mind, and a series of bloody words exploded directly. Even though nothing happened at the moment, I was terrified as if the end of the world had come.

As I doubted myself, I broke out in a cold sweat, my legs and feet felt weak, and I felt dizzy. The scenes I saw were real and unreal, and my stomach growled a lot, and I finally vomited uncontrollably.

Ah! Much more comfortable!

I heard a "thump" and the chair in front of me fell to the ground, covering the vomit I had vomited. My stomach had become calm, and apart from the headache caused by the surge of qi and blood, I did not feel any other discomfort.

If I yelled, would anyone come to save me? I lay on the ground pretending to be dead, taking deep breaths repeatedly, waiting for Master Mo Xie to approach.

[Woof!]

Eh? This sound is...

I carefully raised myself up and locked my eyes on the white ball that suddenly appeared in the room.

Buzz!

The furry white ball, with a dog-like body and a thick, long, fluffy tail, looks soft and floppy. Who could have imagined that this is the cub of some kind of monster? Although it was a birthday gift from a friend, Master Arthurs already regarded Baz as a family member and doted on him immensely.

Seeing cute things makes me feel better, and since I have a special preference for fluff, I stared at Buzz almost obsessively.

My dear, why did you suddenly come to the fourth floor? If you are here to find Master Arthurs, then you are in the wrong place. This is Master Moshe's room. He is very scary, you need to leave quickly!

By the way, what is Master Mo Xie doing standing there?

I turned my gaze to the owner of the room. Master Moshe looked unhappy, his lips were tightly pursed, and a layer of gloom appeared in his eyes. But Baz was trying to get closer to him in a flattering manner.

That shouldn't happen, right? Suddenly, an image flashed through my mind, and my right eyelid twitched violently.

——Ding. This was the crisp sound made by the red gems hanging on the hilt colliding with each other.

A thin hand grasped the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled out the sharp blade. The dazzling sunlight hit the blade, reflecting a bright beam of light that penetrated the tiny dust and swept across the surface of the steaming tea.

Before I could react, he stabbed forward without hesitation.

——Pfft!

The fluffy white fur absorbed most of the gushing blood, and the canine-shaped monster cub whimpered and fell to the ground. I opened my eyes wide in disbelief and opened my mouth tremblingly, wanting to say something.

Master Mo Xie was very skilled in putting away the sword, and his way of dealing with the sticky liquid attached to the sword was simple and rough.

He waved his arm, and the sword danced, shaking off the dirt with a strength that was not what his thin body should have.

I was in shock and before I could react, I suddenly felt a heavy pressure in front of me. I blinked and looked down, and my breathing stopped at that moment.

[Ahhh——!]

I screamed and got up, desperately running out of the room. As the pressure of the dark brown liquid seemed to remain in front of me, my hands had already undone the bow without my brain issuing any instructions, and I crumpled the ruffled apron into a ball and threw it aside.

It was a "wonderful" performance, and I must have left a deep impression on "Mad Dog".

This will probably be my last day working at Fort McIntosh, I thought in great pain and confusion.