Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

[Do you really think so?]

The surprise suppressed the doubts that had just emerged, and the wizard took a half step back and observed Nolan carefully.

[Yes. ]

Nolan opened his eyes, and the lustrous color of honey seemed to melt in water. It was half-hidden by his lashes, appearing radiant and extremely beautiful.

[Okay, very good...]

The wizard rolled his eyes slowly, as if he was thinking about something.

[So, are you willing to cooperate with me in some small experiments? Maybe, I can resurrect you as a human being.]

He said in a seductive tone with a fake smile on his face.

[certainly--]

Nolan also smiled brightly and deliberately lengthened his voice, as if he was about to agree.

[I don’t want to.]

The moment he heard the reply, the wizard's expression froze, and then his eyes were filled with dark ink, and a fierce light flashed.

This kid was clearly not like this before.

He clearly remembered the scene when he met Nolan.

In the year 837 of the Renekton calendar, a full thirty years had passed since the end of the Frost Tundra Campaign.

For the people of the Western Continent, "thirty years" has a special meaning.

The Holy Spirit Festival is held every ten years, and every three times it is held, a miracle will occur from heaven.

It may be a downpour of sweet rain to heal illness; it may be an awakening of the holy sacrifice to change destiny; or it may be everything goes as planned and good luck comes one after another.

Gradually, people extended the special meaning of "thirty years" to all aspects of life.

In the Battle of Frost Tundra, the Royal Knights suffered heavy losses, and hundreds of warriors sacrificed their lives to gain victory with great difficulty.

Therefore, the 30th anniversary of the victory of the Frost Tundra Campaign is definitely a day worth commemorating.

The Royal Academy organized an activity for senior students to visit the Frost Tundra ruins, and the knights of the Royal Knights personally escorted them and opened the passage.

Among the huge group of students, the wizard noticed Nolan at first sight.

The young man is confident, cheerful, and full of vigor and vitality. He is like an uncut jade, hiding infinite possibilities.

Want to get him.

I want to extinguish his brilliance when he is still young and immature.

I want to cut open his body, remove the organs and hair, and make a fine work of art.

Because I wanted to, I did it.

The young man's body was slender and well-proportioned, with distinct muscle textures. The bright red blood flowed down, as if flowers had grown from his bones.

He knows it hurts and will scream hysterically.

So the wizard pried open his jaw and used a small knife formed from his magic power to carefully cut open his fragile neck.

In this way, the materials for performing witchcraft are ready.

It is amazing that the Frost Tundra plane can be maintained operating with just the magic power of a young magician!

[The resurrection experiment does sound interesting.]

Nolan suddenly spoke, interrupting the wizard's recollections.

[Then come with me...]

[However, compared to my master, your level is still a little bit lower.]

After saying that, Nolan showed a trace of annoyance on his face, and quickly changed his words:

[No, it's not appropriate. How can someone like you be compared with the master?]

Hearing this, the ball of light above his head moved, and the light on the surface brightened and dimmed, as if he felt very helpless.

[Owner?]

The wizard was stunned for a moment, then he smiled sinisterly.

This pure-blood supreme wizard is not a good person! He saves a life and then takes him as a slave. He is the same as him.

[Put away your bad thoughts.]

Nolan suddenly lowered the corner of his mouth and stared at the wizard with extremely cold eyes.

[Is not it? ]

The wizard shrugged dismissively.

[Although I am grateful that you sealed me in the icicle, allowing me to survive for more than two hundred years and thus meet the Master, I cannot tolerate the fact that you have such terrible, dirty, mean and dark thoughts about the Master!]

Nolan spoke seriously, frost condensed in his honey-like eyes, and his aura increased greatly.

[wait……]

The wizard frowned slightly, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, he was choked back by Nolan's string of compliments.

[The master is a beam of light shining into the darkness, leading me who was lost to find the direction of life. His mind is as broad as the sky, and his knowledge is as profound as the sea. He is the most powerful wizard in the world, no doubt about it! Look, even his consciousness is so cute, how can I...]

Nolan raised his hands, carefully took the ball of light down, then placed it in his arms, gently stroking the soft surface.

[No, what are you talking about?!]

The wizard finally couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted Nolan with a shout.

Is this man's brain damaged? Did I accidentally touch one of his nerves when I was performing witchcraft?

[I have to go now, I'll leave him to you.]

Mo Xie sighed softly, left Nolan's arms, and moved above the sea of ​​consciousness in a blink of an eye.

[Take care and remember to come visit me often when you have time.]

The frost melted, the atmosphere calmed down, and Nolan waved at Mo Xie with a smile.

As the ball of light sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, the spiritual world was briefly quiet for a moment.

As their eyes met, a strange atmosphere began to spread.

[You know, I want to show my best to my master.]

Nolan took a step forward, his tone soft and gentle.

[Belian, the cold stone, said that I would be the master's helper. So I will do my best to help the master accomplish what he wants to do.]

Nolan's expression was so gentle that the wizard couldn't help holding his breath and stepped back with trembling body.

What's going on? Am I scared?

He is just a first-level wizard, and I am a great wizard!

Why……

[Some of the things you know happen to be of interest to the master, so I will trouble you to cooperate with me from now on.]

Nolan approached him with a smile on his face, and a thick long rope appeared out of thin air in his hand, and then he tied him in place at lightning speed.

[What are you going to do?!]

The wizard was horrified and curled up like a silkworm.

Don't worry, I'll treat you well.

Nolan's smile deepened, and his white palm slowly fell.

After regaining consciousness, Mo Xie slowly opened his eyes, sat quietly on the bed for a while, and then simply washed up.

There was a faint sound of conversation outside the house. Mo Xie pushed open the door and happened to meet a pair of deep blue eyes.

"Good morning, Marquis." He could sense that there was no one around, so he took the initiative to make way and made an invitation. "I want to talk to you about something. Is it convenient for you now?"

Artborg nodded and walked straight into his room without any hesitation.

The door closed, the barrier opened, and Mo Xie spoke his mind truthfully: "Please investigate the circulation of goods in Xin's Chamber of Commerce. I suspect that genuine leather materials have flowed into the Western Continent through smuggling channels."