Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

People say that the God of Creation is selfish, and that he bestows power on mortals, integrates it into their blood, and distinguishes them into different classes and statuses. Blood usually plays a dominant role in heredity, and both direct and collateral lines will have the same or similar characteristics.

Perhaps it was because the magic power flowing in the blood was too overbearing. Once blood rejection occurred during the inheritance process, the life conceived thereafter would most likely never be able to awaken the magic spring, which was equivalent to ruining half of one's life.

The McIntosh family tree records two members who had no magical powers, did not do anything outstanding, lived a mediocre life, and died peacefully.

One hundred and thirteen years later, the Mackintosh family had a new generation. The young Marquis married the youngest daughter of a Viscount, and direct bloodlines were born one after another.

When the much-anticipated heir grew up to the age where he could walk upright, rumors circulated among the aristocracy. It was not until people saw the youngest son's appearance that they finally confirmed it.

——This child can’t do it.

Dark black hair, light brown eyes, regular and ordinary facial features, it seems that almost nothing is inherited from his parents. His body, which has no reaction to magic, is weaker than that of an ordinary person, and it seems that he will fall down if the wind blows lightly.

Is this child really born to the Marquis and Lady Mackintosh?

Rumors spread quickly and died down just as quickly.

The reason was that the Marquis presented a blood relationship identification report.

The rhythm of the life magic is smooth and harmonious. The two drops of blood, big and small, completely merged, and a floating, thin silver line was derived from it. It was called the "birth line", representing the close connection between life and life.

According to the Kingdom Law, those who spread rumors and endanger public order will be punished by "cutting off a finger". The Marquis of Mackintosh has the position of judge in the court and has the right to directly deal with prisoners who have evidence and confirmed their crimes, except for death penalty.

After that, no one ever said anything gossipy about the McIntosh family behind their backs.

Boom--boom--

The bell representing noon rang, and Mo Xie silently felt the feeling of fullness. He decided to go back to his room to change into a set of light clothes and then start physical exercise.

I just went to the garden and got quite a harvest. In addition to various rare flowers, there are also many plants that are suspected to be used as medicine materials. Their roots, smells, appearances, fruits and flowers are almost the same as those in the previous life. Whether they are effective or not will be known only after they are actually developed.

Everyone in the witch tribe can make witch medicine, and the witch doctors have the most sophisticated skills. Mo Xie has been dealing with old witch doctors since he was a child. Although he is not interested in making medicine, he has mastered some basics.

In the Victorian era, war broke out. As the initiator of the revolution, the Liberator Alliance not only had to fight against supernatural magic, but also had to be wary of being backstabbed by hot weapons. Healing abilities were as rare as magic. When the medics could not provide timely support, the witchcraft that stopped bleeding and restored physical strength came in handy.

Mo Xie was thinking about when to ask Meimi to find a set of alchemy equipment when he suddenly heard voices approaching from afar.

A pair of men and women were walking towards us. Judging from their elegant manners and expensive clothes, they should be the retainers who had just finished a meeting.

When they reached a distance sufficient for interaction, both parties stopped consciously.

"Hey, Mr. Mo Xie, long time no see, you don't seem to have changed much." The man with a round figure, who looked like a tumbler, looked at him with a smile.

Moshe looked him over, then smiled back, saying, "You, too."

This natural attitude seemed beyond the man's expectations. His expression froze, and he opened his mouth in a daze: "Uh... really?"

"Mr. Mo Xie, it's been a long time since we last met. How is your health?" The speaker was the bamboo-slim man with glasses who was standing next to the tumbler man, in sharp contrast to him.

"Thank you for your concern. I am in good health."

Mo Xie could clearly feel that after he said this, his retainers all showed expressions of surprise, and their previously evasive gazes now all focused on his face, as if trying to drill a hole through it.

No one answered the call, and no one asked any questions. There was silence for a moment.

How long will you remain silent?

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Mo Xie's eyes swept across the other unfamiliar faces and nodded slightly, "Goodbye." He passed by the retainers without hesitation and walked straight to the end of the corridor.

After making sure that he had disappeared, Robert nudged Hiram with his elbow and whispered, "Is that Moshe? Moshe MacIntosh, the second son of the master of the house."

Hiram raised his elbow and pushed back, his expression equally complicated. "It's him, you didn't recognize the wrong person."

"Strange, so strange! You know, I have met this guy seven times in total, and this is the first time he has spoken to me!" Robbe made a sign of seven with his left hand and one with his right hand, with an extremely exaggerated expression. "And what did he just call me, you? I can't believe that he could say that."

"He is so polite, so polite that it scares me." As he said this, Robert rolled up his sleeves to reveal his thick arms. "Look, I already have goose bumps all over my body."

"So you're happy?"

"Damn single guy, don't you understand what people are saying?"

"Please be careful with your words. I am a non-marriage advocate."

"Single guy."

"Let's have a fair fight?"

"Come just come, who is afraid of whom?"

Ignoring the bickering between the two middle-aged men, Frieda smiled and whispered, "This is getting interesting."

Fort McIntosh's main tower, second floor corridor.

A young maid was cleaning the windowsill when she caught a glimpse of a figure running below, circling along the same path with no sign of stopping.

She squinted her eyes and observed for a long time. As if she had finally confirmed something, she called her companions in a low voice, pointed at the moving black spot and said, "Look, isn't that Master Mo Xie?"

"Yes, what is he doing?"

"Another poor little fellow is about to suffer."

"I know, this is a new kind of madness."

One of the maids couldn't stand it any longer, so she approached quietly and said faintly, "Is there a possibility that he is running?"

"Running? Oh! Jenny, you are so smart. You guessed what we couldn't guess so easily."

"...Are you mocking me?" Do I need to guess? I can see it with my eyes! Jenny muttered in her heart, and quietly stayed away from these people with strange thinking.

The protagonist that the maids were discussing was now leaning against a tree, sweating profusely and gasping for breath.

He was so exhausted after running less than 3000 meters. It seems that the physical condition of this body is weak and has not been improved by the recovery of physical and mental strength.

Mo Xie's face flushed red, and the blood in his body kept rushing to his head with the violent beating of his heart. He felt dizzy and unsteady. He raised his hand to press his chest and tried to adjust his breathing by holding his breath intermittently.

Running requires persistence, but it is not realistic to rely on it to improve physical fitness. It takes a long time just to fix the running posture and avoid excessive wear and tear on the joints.

Then it can only be this.

A compulsory course in the Liberator Alliance military, Alliance Body Building Technique.

It also has a more official name - Mo's Primary Self-Defense. It was taught by the old military commander Mo Qingshan himself, and is a martial art that combines technique, strength and beauty.

Unlike ordinary self-defense techniques, which are defined as "advanced self-defense strategies and technical means that can be adopted when one's body is attacked", Mo's self-defense technique clearly divides "defense" into "main body", "first attack" and "defender".

Before the heat in his body completely evaporated, Mo Xie walked to the shade of the tree and got ready. He stepped forward with his right foot, shifted his center of gravity, and clenched his fists to tighten his arm muscles. Every rotation of the joints stretched his tendons, and the bones and flesh squeezed against each other, making a dull sound.

At that time, he was one of the successors of the old army commander who was proficient in and could flexibly use the Mohist self-defense technique. The young soldiers were very yearning for the famous martial arts and always found various reasons to pester him to the training ground to learn more than elementary moves.

How could they know that all moves above the elementary level were lethal, and that old Army Commander Mo Qingshan had repeatedly warned them not to teach them.

However, with the war and technological innovation, the weapons of all parties are only slightly different. In order to reduce casualties, after the military training, he took time out to improve the self-defense skills with his friend Nolan, hoping to find a compromise.

Nolan...

Thinking of his friend's tearful advice, Mo Xie paused in his punch.

He should now be successfully elected as Speaker and lead the alliance to carry out reforms.

When the fingers touched the heat of the palm, they curled up tighter, as if they were going to melt into the flesh and blood, leaving a row of dark purple marks.

In the corridor of the main tower, the young maid was distracted again and said in a thoughtful tone: "To be honest, Master Mo Xie is very strange today."

"Perhaps he wants to attract the lady's attention." Her companions gathered around again.

"Which country's dance is this?"

"How can it be a dance? It doesn't look good at all."

"Jenny, what do you think?"

Jenny, who was at the center of the gaze, stared at the slightly trembling figure below, sighed and said, "Don't ask me, I don't understand it either."

Once you concentrate on doing something, you will feel that time passes quickly. Mo Xie's eyelids trembled, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at the sunset in the sky.

It was unclear whether it was sweat or tears that stuck to his eyelashes, making the scene in his eyes blurry and illusory. His body's senses were separated from his brain, and his cold fingertips twitched unconsciously. His thin legs could no longer support the weight of his body, and he staggered a few steps, bumping into a tree trunk before he managed to stabilize himself.

"Meimi." His voice was hoarse and low, not like that of a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old.

The little maid came over, put her arm around his shoulders, and whispered, "I'll take you to the bath."

After washing off the dirt on his body and changing into a set of light and breathable pajamas, Mo Xie walked slowly to the restaurant.

The chandelier suddenly lit up, and the only sound that could be heard in the huge space was the gentle breathing of the two people.

There was only one exquisite dish on the empty long table, which looked a little weird and funny. Meimi looked at Moshe cautiously and found that his back was still straight.

“It seems they don’t have the habit of eating in restaurants.”

Moshe's whispers echoed in the restaurant. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he said to Meimi, "Install a mirror in my room tomorrow. Any style is fine."

Mirror? Meimi was surprised, but she still tried to suppress the urge to ask back and replied obediently: "Yes."

In the end, Moshe had a hearty meal in a quiet atmosphere without being disturbed by anyone.

Ignoring the strange looks from the maids and waiters, he did not fall asleep immediately due to fatigue after returning to his room. Instead, he entered a short state of meditation as he did in the early morning.

I have to control the amount of training after that, otherwise my body won’t be able to handle it.

It was late at night, with the bright moon hanging high in the sky. The boy closed his eyes, unconsciously curled up in the warm quilt, and fell into a deep sleep.