Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

In the master's study.

"Come in." The king said that he was giving Artborg a few days to rest, but in fact he was just moving his office from the palace to Fort McIntosh.

Looking at the pile of documents on the table, Moshe gained a new understanding of Artborg's situation.

"You go to bed early."

After leaving these words, Mo Xie quietly retreated.

Because of the door, he could neither see nor feel. Artborg put down his pen, which was very rare. He walked to the coffee table, bent over and picked up two exquisite small boxes, and stood there for a long time, staring and thinking.

Inside the neat laboratory.

"This is... a magic tool made from the remnant of magic stone and precious metals." Frohn carefully examined the black stone, then suddenly raised it to his ear and shook it a few times. "It has a small conversion device inside, and the surface is coated with a layer of hot oil wax, which can help magicians control the output of magic power."

Mo Xie smiled and said, "As expected of Brother Frohn, you can tell its composition and function at a glance."

"Thank you. This is very useful to me." Frohn's expression was much softer than at the beginning, and the frost in his eyes was no longer there.

He raised his left hand, paused for a moment on top of Moshe's head, then moved it down to the white collar and gently smoothed out the wrinkles.

In the girl's room.

"Thank you, I like this gift very much." Euphemia stroked the smooth cover of the book, and the joy in her eyes overflowed like crushed starlight.

Mo Xie gently shook the translated manuscript in his hand and said with a smile: "People in the ancient Chinese country are good at using allusions when writing articles. If you have any questions, you can ask me at any time."

Euphemia winked playfully, "Then you better be prepared, I will ask for your advice often."

"it is good."

In the brightly lit martial arts training ground.

Sensing a familiar presence approaching, Arthurs rushed over and asked, "What have you been doing these days?"

He was responded with a friendly smile, like an elder looking at a younger person, and then a small but heavy package fell into his hands.

"This ornament can help you combine divine power and magic power."

Arthurs was stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked suspiciously: "Where did you get it? Did you meet a liar?"

"It doesn't work as magically and quickly as you imagined." Mo Xie rubbed his furry hair, took out a plain handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "It is a magic tool. It seems to have had close contact with the God of Creation, so it has been contaminated with some divine power."

Moshe paused and added: "You know, miracles happen every thirty years, so it's not uncommon for such objects to appear. Don't worry, I've tried it, and it won't cause any harm to the human body."

Arthas's eyes changed subtly. "A person with a magic intolerance would actually try out magic tools contaminated with divine power without any protective measures. Mo Xie, you really deserve the name you had before you lost your memory."

"Thank you for your concern." Mo Xie put away the handkerchief, and the words "mad dog" appeared clearly in his mind.

"I have finished all my homework and have also reviewed the knowledge points for the entrance exam. Can you take me out tomorrow?"

"Um……"

Moshe seemed to think seriously for a moment, then he met Arthurs' expectant gaze and said with a smile, "No."

The originally plump and full of energy little lion shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye after hearing this answer, with its ears and tail drooping and looking unhappy.

Mo Xie really wanted to agree to him.

But this is the last day of his short vacation, and he has to go to the "Good Luck" pub to find Eve.

In the present kingdom of Renekton, everyone knows the name "Moshe McIntosh".

Unlike in the past, when people talk about him, it is usually accompanied by laughter and words of praise.

How can a talented translator favored by professors set a new trend? Just because his name appears in the honor roll.

Look, he is coming with another bag.

The pedestrians on the street obviously slowed down their pace, and if you ignore their fiery and explicit gazes, they are indeed looking at the goods on the street.

"Is he really Moshe MacIntosh?"

"Look at the clothes he's wearing, it's him, there's no doubt about it! He's the only one in Renekton who can wear them to look sexy, handsome, cute, and pure!"

"Do you know how strange those adjectives are when put together?"

"That's not important! What matters is where he's going now!"

"Of course it's Pate's tavern."

At No. 6, Nade Street, Wangcheng District, there is a tavern with a unique style. On the door hangs a glittering golden sign with the day's specials neatly written in black paint.

Mo Xie pushed open the new wooden door, and instantly several gazes swept over him.

It is clearly daytime now, but the place is full of people. Except for the regulars of the pub, all the other faces are strangers.

Their conversation did not stop or weaken, but instead tended to become more and more heated.

"Good morning, Mr. Mo Xie."

"I haven't seen you for a while. You have become even more handsome!"

"Master Mo Xie, my daughter was very excited after hearing your story. She also said that she wants to become a translator like you who can shine on the battlefield in the future!"

"Hey! Drinking buddies! Don't delay Master Mo Xie's business. Come on, let's have another drink!"

“Hahahaha! Okay, okay, let’s have another drink!”

This was a completely new experience for Moxie, who inherited all the memories of his original body.

He gave a faint smile, nodded politely, and then, as before, climbed the stairs and entered the room at the end of the road.

"You're here."

The magic lamp in the room was not turned on, and the heavy curtains blocked the sunlight. Relying on his perception enhanced by his mental power, Mo Xie was able to move freely in the darkness and walked to Eve's side.

"I'm late."

Mo Xie opened his palm, and a crystal clear bead, emitting a soft light like a magic lamp, stopped steadily in the air.

Eve turned to face him, lowered her head slightly, and her long and thick eyelashes fluttered slowly.

Mo Xie noticed something wrong at a glance.

"You used the Holy Sacrifice again, didn't you?" His mood suddenly turned bad.

Only half a year had passed, but Eve's appearance and temperament had changed significantly.

Her figure became more curvy, and her face showed a friendly and kind smile, exuding the unique charm of an adult.

Her mature and elegant temperament makes people wonder which big family she belongs to.

"You and the organization need my strength." Eve's voice was very light, like a feather falling on the clouds.

Complex emotions surged in and filled Mo Xie's heart, brewing a sour feeling.

Few people remember that Pate, the owner of the "Good Luck" tavern, has a daughter who just turned fourteen and looks very similar to his wife.