Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"Brother Frohn."

The young man paused and turned around.

He had a cold expression, a handsome face, and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a typical scholar. His long black hair was tied loosely with a white ribbon, showing a satin-like luster under the sunlight. His ultramarine eyes, which could be called works of art, were just as he had seen in his dream, wrapped in a watery light, and were still dazzlingly bright.

Frohn watched quietly as Moshe approached him, and after seeing his expression, his look changed slightly.

Indifferent, yet somewhat surprised.

Moshe noticed that his brother was observing him calmly, so he stared at his face generously.

His eyelids were limp, his face was pale, and there was a faint dark cyanosis under his eyes.

It seems that this genius seems to be troubled by something recently.

"I want to discuss with you the issue of the magic-free barrier." Mo Xie smiled faintly and went straight to the point.

- Om!

The aura suddenly changed, and the murderous intent condensed in an instant, so strong that it was about to take shape.

A strong wind blew through the hall, cutting across his cheek like a blade. His hair was flying, and his ultramarine eyes flashed with an imperceptible cold light, as if the person standing in front of him was just an insignificant stranger.

Then, the young man pushed the door open with one hand and pulled Moshe in with a familiar force. He quickly let go of his hand, leaving a circle of eye-catching red marks.

"Why are you suddenly interested in this?" The tone was flat, without a trace of unnecessary emotion.

Frohn was skeptical.

Why would my uneducated brother suddenly ask such professional questions?

He shouldn't know such confidential information. Did someone leak it?

Yes. A movement, an expression, a sound, or even a breath can reveal a lot of information.

Mo Xie was sure that this young man, whose expression was stern, even scary, must have had some terrible thoughts in his mind.

"I've been going to the underground library quite often recently." Mo Xie said calmly with an unchanged smile, "I saw the magic books on the outermost shelf and flipped through them casually."

Frohn stared at him expressionlessly, as if trying to bore a hole in his face.

"The barrier can both isolate perception and resist damage. If I can cast the barrier, then I can travel freely and safely across the entire Western Continent." Suddenly, Mo Xie's eyes darkened, and he smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Although I am so eager, I must face myself."

"I can't do it." He said in a nonchalant tone. "I don't have magic power."

If you ignore his dim eyes, it really shows that he doesn't care at all.

But this body is not good at lying. If you don't concentrate and organize your words in advance, you will stutter as soon as you open your mouth. Mo Xie raised his head slightly and looked into those blue eyes, showing sincerity.

Frohn blinked slowly, and his murderous aura subsided a little.

"So I came up with an idea. It may sound unrealistic, but I think it's feasible." Moshe paused deliberately, showing that he was thinking hard and choosing his words carefully. "There is a kind of hard ore that turns into translucent particles after fine grinding. Just like a magnet can attract iron powder, can these particles change their shape through special treatment and then be controlled by external forces to form a protective shield?"

As expected, he saw Frohn's eyes light up instantly, and the extremely rich ultramarine color became even more captivating.

"I don't know what the device is called. It's a transparent tube embedded in a metal groove. It can form a closed artificial force field in a specific environment. How the gas and force field can be combined is what I'm thinking about now." Mo Xie struck while the iron was hot, his tone gentle, like a seductive whisper.

Smart people often have sudden realizations in an unexpected moment. Frohn's eyes widened slightly, his breathing suddenly slowed down, and after a moment of stunned silence, he quickly walked to the desk, holding a blue feather pen, and wrote quickly on the manuscript paper.

Mo Xie stood by the door very consciously, his eyes slowly sweeping over the furnishings in the laboratory.

The dark brown bookcase that almost touched the ceiling was filled with research books and materials. On the rectangular laboratory table, a device of unknown structure was running non-stop with some kind of energy source. Glass test tubes and flasks were filled with colorful liquids, some of which precipitated floccules, and some of which gurgled with bubbles. On the biological skeletal specimens whose morphology before death could still be seen, there were several cards with annotations written on them.

Although there are many objects, each category is neatly arranged, which shows the good living habits of the owner of the laboratory.

The master looked a little anxious at this moment. He frowned slightly, and beads of sweat oozed out of his face. The feather pen leaped across the manuscript paper, the movement became larger and larger, and the blue shadow was looming.

It gives people the feeling that "I have a set of clear ideas in my head, and I want to record them while my memory is most vivid. But my body's muscles have been stretched to their limit, and I haven't yet reached my target efficiency."

Frohn seemed a little impatient. He unbuttoned his white coat with one hand and drew a semicircle in the air with the other hand.

But in the blink of an eye, more than ten pieces of manuscript paper flew up from the table, floated upright in the air, and quietly surrounded him.

After the ultramarine eyes closed, the direction of the fluid in the air changed slightly, and it piled up like a wall, forming a large barrier. Then, lines of beautiful cursive words jumped onto the paper like a typewriter, with straight lines and complex component diagrams, looking like a formal design manuscript.

Can you control magic freely at this age? Mo Xie withdrew from the perception field and sighed in his heart. The golden-haired twins also have immeasurable potential. The new generation of this family will definitely set off a wave of reform in the near future.

In the past, Victoria's followers were always proud of their identity as magicians, and the most common saying was: The magician is omnipotent. They can call the wind and rain, overturn mountains and seas, and can make the sky fall down with a casual wave of their sleeves.

This "dome" refers to the barrier-type spells.

There are also people who sneer at the complacency of magicians. They are the permanent residents of the Red City and fanatical pursuers of mechanical transformation and technological evolution.

In terms of technological strength alone, the Red City is undoubtedly at the top of the world. It is a futuristic city that has surpassed the forefront of the times and is a city that never sleeps and is full of fantasy.

The fabricated term "magic-free barrier" comes from one of the four iron laws of the Red City - absolute silence.

Moshe seldom delved into academic studies, so he did not understand the specific content of the technology of the time.

After coming to this world, only scattered memories of the Crimson City remained in his mind, which happened to help him sort out his thoughts on how to approach Frohn.

Seeking the unknown based on the known is an interesting exploration process.

Change your thinking, substitute the scientific and technological theories you mastered in your previous life into this world's magic science system, and then use the known conclusions to reversely deduce, you can come up with a completely new formula.

Moshe placed the scattered pieces of information in front of Frohn. As smart as he was, he was able to quickly build a connecting link.

--call out.

A very gentle sound of wind.

The manuscripts fell one by one and landed neatly on a corner of the table. The liquid in the air floated back to its original position, and the light aroma of herbs began to spread.

"What do you want this time?" Frohn asked with his eyes closed.

Moshe stared at his slightly trembling eyelids, thought for a moment, and then said, "A brand new weapon suitable for me."

Froen's brow twitched slightly. "You want to take the martial arts exam? I'll have the first draft ready two weeks after measuring the values."

"Before that, you'd better put away your thoughts of having fun."

As expected of a White School magician, he likes to speak in a roundabout way. Mo Xie chuckled and raised his hand to his chest, "Brother Froen, I know what you are worried about."

"Family interests come first. I will keep my mouth shut and defend my promise with my life." Explaining the consequences now is to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future.

After he finished speaking, the laboratory suddenly became very quiet. Frohn seemed to be observing him carefully through his thin eyelids, his scrutinizing gaze moving from top to bottom, and then drilling deep into his eyes, as if to dissect his innermost emotions.

"It turns out that losing one's memory can change a person's personality." The corners of Frohn's mouth slightly raised, revealing a stiff smile, "I have to admit that you now have the demeanor of a Renekton noble."

This sentence sounded a bit harsh. Mo Xie silently suppressed the emotional fluctuations that did not belong to him, and said sincerely: "Next, I will work hard to become a qualified member of the McIntosh family. I will also trouble my brother for more help."

"Of course. If we both have time." Floin put away his smile and returned to his cold expression when they first met. "Stretch out your hand."

Mo Xie raised her hand and placed it on his palm, which felt slightly cool.

The process of measuring the value is very short, only a few breaths.

Mo Xie could clearly feel that the temperature of the hand half holding him was rapidly decreasing, as if it had frozen into solid ice, almost freezing his fingers. A chill penetrated his skin, bones and flesh, and then drilled into his tendons and veins, heading straight for his heart.

What’s even more amazing is that the magic power that had been dormant in his body was awakened.

They originate from the internal organs, cheering and leaping for joy as they gather into a warm current that immediately relieves the coldness along the meridians throughout the body.

Mo Xie remained calm, held his breath, concentrated, expended all his mental energy, and forcibly suppressed his magic power.

Although the cold air was poisonous and temporarily slowed down the speed of nerve conduction, his mind was still clear and his body had no other discomfort.

Is this what Meimi said about the agreement between "Moshe" and Frohn?

Sharp eyes wandered over his face, as if trying to find the false mask and crush it into powder.

"Perhaps you are thinking that I should not remain indifferent now." Moshe said softly.

Frohn's eyelids moved, and he lowered his head slightly, meeting his blocked line of sight.

Moshe looked at him calmly and said, "I can withstand your magic, and you promised to help me make weapons. Is this... a deal?"

Sometimes, vested interests are the highest guarantee of security.

Frohn let go of his hand, straightened up, and slowly opened his eyes.

Ice crystal fragments fell as the eyelashes trembled, and the ice layer that froze the water vapor slowly peeled off the eyeball, revealing that extremely bright color.

"Deal... yes." He took out a handkerchief from his lining and wiped his eyelids, murmured, "A very hot deal." The words and state formed a sharp contrast.

"I understand. Please give me a little more time." Mo Xie understood what he meant, pursed his lips and smiled, "Then see you another day, Brother Froen."

He pushed open the heavy door of the laboratory with some difficulty, heard the slight sound of clothes rubbing against each other and the sound of the lock closing, and left without hesitation.

Now it was time to find Moshe MacIntosh's diary.