Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

The underground restaurant is where the servants are served three meals a day.

"Wow! What an amazing taste! The thin crust melts in your mouth, bringing out a clear sweet taste. The inside is fluffy and soft, like cotton wool brushing against your gums, leaving only a faint trace. Is this bread or cake?"

"It says bread on the menu. And stop showing off your poor language skills."

"Oh, the magical little bread, it instantly healed my broken heart. I heard that it was made by the new trainee chef, I must build a good relationship with him."

"That's enough. Shut up and eat quickly, Mike. We are not gourmets and we still have to go to work later!"

On the other side, Meimi, who was listening to the servants chatting, seemed to recall something happy and suddenly laughed foolishly.

As a result, the sauce of the side dish splashed onto the plate, leaving a dark brown stain on the tablecloth. "Oh, sorry." Her face instantly turned red, and she quickly picked up the rag and rubbed it.

"What miraculous thing has Master Moshe done again?" Jenny picked up the piece of meat with a calm expression.

"A lot - a lot! Master Mo Xie is really amazing. He can actually use..." Meimi slowly stopped talking, blinked belatedly, and said in disbelief, "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

Jenny shrugged. "You two seem to have become a lot closer. I've seen you walking around in the courtyard lately. When Master Moshe was doing that strange dance, you were standing next to him with a towel on your arm and tea in your hand." The implication is that the two of you are attracting too much attention.

"Yes." Meimi clenched her fists, her eyes became unusually firm, "I am Master Moshe's loyal follower and one of his closest servants. I will do my best to help him and protect him, even if it means sacrificing my life!"

"Why did you suddenly express your opinion..." Jenny had a complicated expression, shaking off the non-existent goose bumps on her body and said, "Perhaps... we are just ordinary low-level maids, and there is no need to be as formal as a knight's oath."

Is this still the same cautious Meimi? She was full of doubts and looked at her peers without hesitation. She looked like she had finally found someone to share her treasure with.

"You're right. As a lowly maid, it's a great honor for me to be Master Moshe's personal attendant!"

God, has she been brainwashed? Jenny put down her knife and fork helplessly.

"Also, that's not a dance, it's a body-building exercise that can strengthen your body." Meimi said seriously.

Words I have never heard of before, like the techniques practiced by knights.

Jenny narrowed her eyes slightly, “Is this kind of thing okay to say?”

"Of course." Meimi nodded with a confident look, "Master Mo Xie said that body building is not a secret and everyone can practice it."

"I see." Could it be that he learned this from some strange book? Jenny thought.

Master Mo Xie has a private library, and no one is allowed to enter, not even close family members. Is there any taboo hidden in it, such as... heresy?

She slowly moved her eyes and looked around, fiddling with the knife and fork in her hands.

The noisy servants had already eaten and drunk their fill and left, and it was time to set off.

As silence spread, Meimi observed her peers calmly and suddenly asked, "Jenny, what are you going to do this afternoon?"

"Some professional work. Madam will be dining in the restaurant tonight, and I need to help Miss Euphemia prepare things." With that, Jenny began to clear the plates.

At first glance, it might seem that the two are unrelated.

But everyone who lives in Fort McIntosh knows how special the Marchioness is.

That person is the center point of endless light and the embodiment of purity and virtue.

If someone asks them with an ambiguous attitude, they will make their stand clear without hesitation and use their lives to love the One who is as all-embracing as the sky.

"Thank you so much, Jenny!" As expected, Meimi's eyes lit up, and she excitedly held her hand and said, "Master Moshe will be very happy when he knows this news!"

"You're welcome." Jenny was mentally prepared in advance and was not frightened by her peers' reckless behavior.

"However, Master Mo Xie, do you still remember your wife?" This was a kind reminder.

Meimi stopped jumping for joy and instantly stopped smiling. She showed an admiring look and praised, "Oh! Jenny, you are so smart! You thought of something that I couldn't think of so easily."

Hold on, Jenny Fielding, this squirrelly contemporary isn't being sarcastic, she just has a weird way of thinking.

"Indeed, Master Moshe has been doing his own things recently and has not visited his wife. Did I talk to myself in front of him? Oh, it's too bad!"

"No matter what, today is an important day. Fort McIntosh will definitely be very busy."

"Well Jenny, have a nice lunch break and see you this afternoon!"

Jenny stood at the door of the restaurant, her expression blank and her forehead throbbing.

The classmate with fluffy brown hair waved his hand and then jumped away from her sight.

Yes, Fort McIntosh is going to be busy, she thought quietly. Now and in the future.

Servants working at Fort McIntosh have the right to a lunch break. They can get a pot of hot tea, take off their work clothes, lie down in bed and have a good sleep.

When Meimi returned to the dormitory, the other lower-level maids were sleeping soundly.

She undressed herself, lay on the bed, and stared at the ceiling in a trance.

The exclusive attendant can follow her master into the dining room, which means she will meet the benefactor who changed her destiny, the Marquise.

Does Madam still remember me? she thought hopefully.

Only a glimpse of a red figure was seen when he was busy at work, talking about work matters with Lord Boris. He worked tirelessly day and night to manage the affairs of Fort McIntosh in an orderly manner.

If you can listen to her voice and be looked at by her eyes, all your anxiety and restlessness will be swept away. Just like the dazzling morning light, you can't help but want to follow it.

Not only that, I also want Madam to see the changes in Master Moshe. Meimi yawned sleepily and rubbed her face against the soft pillow.

You know, ma'am, Master Moshe has become very cordial.

He allowed me to get close to him, said "thank you" to me, gave me magic cleaning powder... and many other memorable moments.

How amazing, things turned out just as you said.

At first I was skeptical, thinking about how to survive every minute and every second, worried that I would make a mistake accidentally and bring about my own death.

But not anymore.

I was just a small servant in Fort McIntosh, who needed to devote all my energy to my master, but I was understood and cared for without realizing it.

I have a strange feeling that Master Moshe is not real, as if he came from a distant world.

His words and actions revealed a maturity that was not in line with his age, as if a lost soul lived in that young body...

What magical power was hidden in that thin body? Without feeling the fluctuation of magic power, he just gently placed his hand on his brother who was about to burn like a furnace.

I only know one thing clearly, that Master Mo Xie is the benefactor of our entire family, and I must repay him.

But... what should I do? I have no power, no money, what can such a small person like me do for Master Mo Xie?

Before closing her eyes, the little maid drowsily turned the hourglass upside down, then she placed her arms limply on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

"call--"

The sky outside the window gradually darkened. Mo Xie put down the diary and gently pressed his eyebrows.

He replaced all the obscure codes in the diary with the "Liberator Alliance Military High-Level Secret Code" he was familiar with, which combined Chinese characters with special symbols, and the difficulty of deciphering it reached the highest level of ten.

This "Complete Edition of the Warcraft Illustrated Book" will no longer have to bear the responsibility of recording, and can be exhibited openly for people to read at will.

Because it has been put into the spiritual world, it can be extracted from the information database at any time to continue writing.

Although this method is convenient, it consumes a lot of resources.

It's like starting a machine that never stops and requires a continuous supply of energy.

In order to avoid mixing in imagination and blurring memory, the reception and conversion of information should be as fast as possible.

This was the reason why he overdrew his mental strength once again and quickly digitized his diary.

Mo Xie lowered his eyes slightly, slowed down his breathing, and swallowed the urge to feel nauseous.

Having sufficient physical strength is one of the conditions for using mental power.

The exercises over the past few days have paid off. At least he no longer has stars in his eyes or his hands and feet are weak.

Without giving it any more thought, Moshe stuffed the heavy book back into the bookshelf, put on a light green knitted sweater, and left the room.

As soon as I stepped into the corridor, a refreshing fragrance hit me in the face, with a hint of powder and the sweetness of fruit.

——Da, da.

Then came the crisp sound of small heels stepping on the stone floor, gradually approaching.

The two parties stopped at the stairs at the same time and greeted each other like strangers who had only met each other for a few times.

"Good evening." Mo Xie spoke first.

Similarly, the girl nodded and said, "Good evening." The young maid standing behind her, holding the hem of her skirt, bowed.

In fact, they rarely met.

The family living in this castle always gives priority to their own affairs. Invisible rules constrain their behavior, as if declaring that "room is territory, time is life".

However, Moshe quickly adapted to the rules and enjoyed it.

Euphemia, his sister, now put away her lazy posture, and her noble temperament was fully revealed in her every move. Although her expression was calm and she tried to hide it, the excitement flashing in her blue eyes still overflowed.

The maid had no handbag in her hands and she was not wearing a coat, which meant she was meeting someone in the castle.

Is there anything important tonight? Mo Xie wondered.

The young lady of the castle, a noble lady, put on light makeup and tied up her long light golden hair, revealing her fair swan neck. There was a hollow crystal butterfly on each side of her bun, which was simple and elegant.

She was not dressed luxuriously like the young ladies of the Magic Kingdom, but wore a light blue printed long dress, the fabric was smooth and soft, with distinct folds, gently wrapping her young figure. She wore a pair of silver bracelets on her wrists, and a lace ribbon tied around her waist in a bow shape, but no other accessories.

"You should bring a personal attendant." Euphemia looked back at him and said lightly.

"Really? She went to help me." Mo Xie seemed to be thinking, and nodded as if he understood.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and then separated. The conversation ended there, and the atmosphere became a little weird.

Euphemia lowered her eyes and walked down the stairs first.

When he reached the second floor and looked at the busy scene before him, Mo Xie confirmed his thoughts.

In this castle, at this moment in time, she is probably the only one who can make the servants smile from the bottom of their hearts.

The Marquess of Mackintosh's wife, his "mother".

The woman named Winry Bistdale.

Mo Xie slowly pushed open the door of the restaurant, and four pairs of eyes swept over him instantly.

The characters in the portraits came to life, three-dimensional and full. The air was filled with a strange smell, like the incense preferred by mature men, or like a cool breath.

The light from the crystal chandelier is a bit dazzling, and it makes the bright-colored decorations stand out.

The woman who looked at him tenderly had long, flaming red hair, deep blue eyes, and a delicate...

face?

The memory that was deeply engraved in my mind suddenly emerged and my heart almost stopped beating.

is her.