Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Moshe regained consciousness, his eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. The moment the sunlight shone into his pupils, a thought was deeply imprinted in his mind like an instruction - go see Brother Frohn.

This real dream is exactly a memory of the original body. It appears intermittently and irregularly, creating suspense while guiding his actions.

Standing on the commanding heights, defying all rules, is this also your work? Moshe thought as he listened to the birdsong that kept repeating the same tune.

Then you really succeeded. He sneered in his heart. I now have a long-lost curiosity and am ready to go and see the brother I have never met. Are you satisfied?

Oh, not entirely. At least I looked at the portrait and had a one-sided encounter with it in my dream.

The newly painted ceiling was spotless and spotless, glowing white under the sunlight. Mo Xie blinked and prepared to get up and wash up.

Suddenly, a rough, flaxen-colored ball appeared before my eyes, swaying loosely back and forth, left and right, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

"Meimi." Mo Xie supported himself and sat up on the bed, "What are you doing?"

The maid was carrying a basket in her arms. With her other hand, she grabbed a handful of purple petals and held them in front of him. She looked at him innocently with her big, wet, dark brown eyes and said, "These are purple rose petals that were just picked this morning. The fragrance of the flowers can refresh your mind, calm your heart, and clear your lungs... In short, it's good for your body."

Mo Xie lowered his head to look at the pillow, where purple-gold petals piled up in a thin layer, with a steady tone and distinct layers. A soft fragrance rushed into his nose, like a fountain that had been accumulating energy for a long time, leaping high towards his brain nerves, instantly soothing the oppressive feeling brought by the dream.

What was I thinking just now? With my current strength, I am going to fight that "god" head-on? He questioned himself. This is like hitting a rock with an egg. It is really overestimating one's own ability.

He was actually provoked by such a small matter. Calm down. Mo Xie took a deep breath until the rich fragrance filled his entire sense of smell.

“Gather these petals, dry half of them in the sun, and soak the other half in water.”

Meimi was stunned for a moment before she responded obediently, "Okay."

Warm water and toiletries had already been prepared. Mo Xie stood beside the basin rack, unscrewed the lid of a small box, poured the powder inside into the cup, and then stirred it with a stick until it became turbid.

He took a mouthful of the turbid liquid, moved his cheeks back and forth, gargled for about two minutes, and then spit it out.

"This blue powder is so magical." Meimi came over and exclaimed softly.

"This is for you." Mo Xie wiped the water stains on his face with a towel and handed the small box to her.

"This, this is so inappropriate!" Although the little maid refused verbally, her big, sparkling eyes, shining with excitement, revealed her actual thoughts.

Mo Xie smiled and said, "The effect of this box of tooth powder is average. I'll make a new one for you when I find better materials." Although it is called tooth powder, it is actually more like a semi-finished children's toothpaste. Although its cleaning power is not strong, it is still very practical at a time when toiletries are scarce.

Meimi quickly waved her hands, "Ah...you know, that's not what I meant!"

"Take it." Mo Xie looked at her steadily.

People in this world don't use toothpaste and toothbrushes to wash, but eat a fruit called "clean fruit" or perform cleaning magic. Meimi can use magic, but her magic power is very small, far from reaching the level of a magician's initial "magic apprentice". These days, Mo Xie washes morning and night by performing cleaning magic, so her magic power is almost exhausted.

Meimi's eyes widened slightly, the words of refusal swirling on the tip of her tongue, and finally turned into a crisp, "Yes!"

Because of an accidental head injury, the young master who served was a completely different person, and he tore off the name of "mad dog" and started anew. But... it was obviously a gentle smile, why did it reveal a hint of majesty that could not be refused? She thought while gently stroking her forearm.

In front of Moshe was a plate of bread slices, golden in color, as thick as fingers, and exuding a rich buttery aroma.

The simple and plain shape, but surprisingly, the inside is full of mysteries. When you take a bite, the crispy bread edges are burnt but not loose, and the taste is refreshing and not greasy at all. The tiny salt is evenly distributed, melting on the tongue like a blooming flower bud, stimulating the vitality of the taste buds. The teeth sink deep into the soft bread slices, accidentally piercing a thin film, and the tender and juicy fillings rush out, instantly filling the entire mouth.

This is Bellion's cooking, Moshe thought with certainty. The young trainee chef has superb cooking skills that are not in line with his age.

The taste of black milk has not changed. It tastes lightly sweet with a hint of bitterness. But as saliva is secreted and breathing circulates, the sweetness becomes stronger and stronger, adhering to the oral mucosa, just like tasting a refreshing candied fruit.

Moshe chewed non-stop, clearing the plate completely, leaving only a few tiny crumbs.

After a full meal, his brain cells became active and he began to think about how to contact Frohn.

Scholars who do research are used to tracing back to the source and digging deep into the root cause. Experimentalists prefer to devote themselves to practice rather than making long-winded plans. According to Memmy's description, Frohn probably combines the characteristics of both.

In order to have an effective conversation with him, you need to take advantage of the information gap and have sufficient and accurate information in advance to support the topic.

Mo Xie had a plan in mind and picked up the lamp to go out.

"Take this with you," Meimi called him, and took out an elegant lamp from the bottom of the cart, explaining, "It is already full of magical power. If it is kept on at this brightness, it can be used for about five to seven hours."

The magic lamp, a familiar tool, lights up at the right time every night, emitting a dim and soft light, creating a quiet and peaceful sleeping atmosphere.

It is not very friendly to ordinary people without magic power. Once the magic power used as energy is exhausted, you have to find a magician to recharge it. Although the process is simple, it will always cause unnecessary troubles over the years.

Simply put, there is no complete sense of ownership and possession.

"Lord Boris's magic power has been very stable. You can use it with confidence." Mimi's tone and expression revealed her admiration and respect for the butler.

The image of that tall figure emerged in Mo Xie's mind. He was wearing a black tuxedo, his gray hair was combed meticulously, he had a calm mask on his face, his words and actions were serious and proper yet gentle, and it was very natural for him to get along with him.

If it were him, he would definitely be able to complete everything to perfection. Moshe had an inexplicable sense of trust in the butler Boris, perhaps because he was surrounded by the aura of a mature man, or perhaps because the frequency of communication between them was second only to that between a master and a servant.

In short, Mr. Boris is a rare talent, and the Marquis of Mackintosh is lucky.

Mo Xie sighed as he walked with the lantern and came to the underground library again.

He followed the labels on the bookshelf and pulled out three books that might be useful.

"Basics of Alchemy", "Entry-Level Magical Equipment Manufacturing" and "How to Conduct Simple Alchemy Experiments" are simple and easy to understand book titles, taken from three different subjects.

A quick glance at the content reveals a detailed table of contents, basically fluent sentences without too many complicated nouns, and a few line drawing illustrations.

The final appendix page was densely packed with words. The names of the authors who participated in writing the content were mostly long strings with their middle names connected by black dots, which made them difficult to read.

Mo Xie closed the hard cover, held the book in his arms, and left this closed and dry space.

There is a cream-colored bench in front of the chapel. The metal legs of the bench have left four shallow pits on the stone floor, indicating that it has been there for some time. I don't know how it has been maintained, but the bench is clean and smooth, as bright as new.

There is plenty of sunshine here, a fountain in front, a flower garden at the back, and it happens to be opposite the gate of the laboratory building. It is really the best position to wait for opportunities.

He sat down on the right and flipped through the pages according to the catalog.

Magic Stone is a mineral containing pure magic power. Its raw stones are mainly produced from natural mineral veins, mountain mineral veins, caves and sparsely populated areas.

The usage methods can be roughly divided into three categories.

1. After polishing the raw stone until clean flesh is exposed, activate the magic spring and directly absorb the magic power in it.

Second, carefully grind and polish the original stone, apply a special wax layer, and place it in a cool place. When the surface is completely sealed and it is confirmed that the magic power will not leak out through physical means, it can be used as the main body of the jewelry or as an embellishment for utensils.

3. Smelted with other ores into "molten iron" for forging anti-magic equipment.

Research direction: magic extraction; production process; collection and innovation of smelting formulas.

Anti-magic equipment, suitable for knights above the gold rank, mainly includes five categories: head, limbs, torso, accessories and weapons. Among them, only weapons have "cores", which can be refined and grown with the whole body. After a certain degree of essence is condensed, it may give birth to weapon spirits.

The quality of a weapon spirit is affected by the power of its master, and is divided into seven levels: Clumsy, Ordinary, Unworldly, Outstanding, Epic, Legendary, and Mythical. Each evolution requires smelting, from ordinary to rare. It may be a stone found everywhere on the roadside, or it may be a treasure in the plane. A weapon spirit is unique and irreplaceable. If the core of a weapon is severely damaged to the point where it cannot be repaired, the weapon spirit will perish with it.

Research directions: Accelerating the condensation of essence; core maintenance; cultivating spirit of instruments.

Alchemy is a discipline that studies the making of potions. It is based on biology and uses alchemy as a means. It is divided into two categories: medical potions and special potions. In the process of making potions, magic power needs to be added to stimulate the special properties of special substances in the materials. Then, the essence is extracted using a device and mixed into the pure potion liquid according to the proportion.

The Kingdom of Renekton currently has 49 original potion formulas available to the public, 4 potion research bases with complete infrastructure, and 66 local precious materials. It is the dreamland for potion scholars in the Western Continent.

Research direction: Popularization of basic potion knowledge; Improvement of essence extraction equipment; Collection and innovation of potion formulas.

Of course, Moshe didn't think that such basic knowledge could attract Frohn's attention. It should involve more advanced levels, at least to arouse the curiosity of the genius.

——Tick, tick.

The hard soles of the shoes made a loud and crisp sound when they stepped on the stone floor.

Mo Xie raised his head, following the tall young man with his eyes moving slowly.

He didn't expect that the person he was waiting for would show up so soon.