Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Although the body and the spirit fetus have adapted well, they still need further adjustment. Mo Xie sat at the desk, feeling the magic power continuously generated from the spirit fetus. They are like conscious independent individuals, consciously repairing the injuries of the master's body.

After a few cycles, Mo Xie tried to clench his fist. The sluggish feeling of bone friction was significantly reduced, and the muscle soreness also completely subsided. Now he didn't need to control the amount of daily training to practice the Alliance's bodybuilding technique.

"Memmy."

"...Ah, I'm here! What do you want me to do?" The little maid shuddered all over and instantly came out of her trance-like state.

Mo Xie chuckled, "Don't worry too much about what happened last night."

Meimi looked annoyed. "How could I not care? You just recovered and you don't know the rules of Fort McIntosh. I was supposed to serve you, but I slept until the next day!"

"Master Mo Xie, I swear to the God of Creation that I have never slept so long in my life. Oh, I can sleep even longer than a pig!"

"Is it Andy again? I remember he told me to get more sleep..."

--call.

Huh? The moment he heard the voice, Moshe turned his head and looked out the window. Meimi blinked and closed her mouth at the right time.

A breeze blew in through the window, bringing a breath of life.

The trees swayed their branches, and the layers of green leaves danced with them, making a rustling sound. Then, the extremely rich fragrance of flowers rushed into the room, as if fresh petals were covering the sky and the earth, and infecting every corner.

Mo Xie had never expected that his casual action last night would actually trigger the "Spring Tide" phenomenon.

All natural creations are alive, and in order to survive for a long time, they need to become more resilient and strong. The ancient tree that has been silent for nearly a hundred years suddenly sprouted a new bud, which is undoubtedly announcing to the surrounding flowers, plants and trees: someone can give us new life.

So they cry out for help and try their best to show their vitality, hoping to get some mercy from that person.

"I'm going to walk around the courtyard."

Meimi understood what Moshe meant, folded her hands in front of her, and bowed slightly.

It was completely different from the day when the distinguished guest visited. Although it was autumn, the courtyard was filled with bright colors, which contrasted with the blue sky, like a wonderful scene that could only be seen in a fairy tale.

Seeing Mo Xie coming, the flowers, plants and trees began to move without wind, stretching their branches and opening and closing their petals, as if they were trying hard to convey something.

Rather than saying that they have accelerated their growth, it would be more appropriate to use the word "mutation". The soil where they have taken root has become messy, and there are faintly thick roots that are slowly twitching, turning the flowerbed into a quagmire.

Mo Xie lowered his eyes, held his breath, and decomposed the magic power into extremely small pieces. Then he exhaled gently, and the magic power merged into the air and scattered to the flowers, plants, and trees that were crying for food.

Although tiny, it was an extremely rare nutrient, enough to sustain life for several years. The flowers, plants, and trees nourished by the witch power cheered and shook their bodies even harder, as if they were so excited that they wanted to grow two legs to break out of the ground.

This is the best I can do with my current strength, so I’d better not be too conspicuous.

Mo Xie moved his fingers, and the plants in the courtyard stopped moving instantly, their roots quietly retracted into the ground, and everything returned to calm.

A corner of something that was previously obscured by the thick and full leaves was revealed, sparkling with golden light.

So he walked over, leaned over slightly, and said, "Euphemia, what are you doing?" This was a very common greeting.

The blonde, blue-eyed girl was wearing only a pure white dress and was lying among the flowers. She looked back at him calmly, as if she didn't notice anything unusual about the plants.

“I’m looking for inspiration.”

Mo Xie knows a little about the personalities and hobbies of the family members. This little sister is quite talented in literature and likes reading and writing.

He nodded and stopped disturbing her. He went to the adjacent flower bed, held up the calyx of a yellow flower and examined it carefully.

The McIntosh family is indeed a prominent family with great contributions to the founding of the country. The whole courtyard is planted with rare flowers, including many witchcraft and medicinal herbs.

For example, this yellow flower looks like an ordinary wild flower when it is in bud, but when it enters its peak flowering period, its anthers will be exposed like spider webs.

There is not much difference between the things in the past life and the present life. During the spring tide just now, the yellow flower grew slowly and exuded a unique fragrance that was bitter at first and sweet later. This is why Mo Xie judged it to be a witch medicine ingredient.

Training and magic power alone cannot completely enhance his physical fitness. He also needs to take "nutrients" regularly to barely catch up with the level of his previous life.

Moshe thought for a moment and decided to go back and ask Meimi if he could pick the plants in the garden.

Suddenly, the girl's voice broke the silence.

"Excuse me, Mo Xie."

Euphemia sat up and stared at him, her blue eyes gleaming with a strange light, like a beast that had found its prey. "I remember that you majored in Chinese in the Department of Linguistics."

"Yes." It was not convenient to talk at this distance, so Mo Xie slowly withdrew his hand and came in front of her again.

Euphemia raised her head, met his calm eyes, and moved her lips slightly: "...Can you lend me the professional book to read?"

This pause was very subtle. Perhaps she originally wanted to ask questions directly related to the Chinese language.

Mo Xie was happy to meet her needs and said with a smile: "There are four textbooks for the Chinese language major, namely "Character", "Grammar", "Reading" and "Practical". Do you want to borrow one or a whole set?"

"Well...if possible, I'd like to borrow a whole set." Euphemia pursed her lips, and her calm eyes seemed to be slightly disturbed.

"Of course, please wait a moment." After saying that, Mo Xie turned around and was about to go back.

Euphemia didn't expect him to be so straightforward. After a moment of hesitation, she followed him.

Mo Xie opened the door and found Mei Mi was not there, but there was a piece of paper on the table. The handwriting on it could be described as "a reptile's footprint". It was written crookedly - Master Mo Xie, I'm going to get the flowers.

At the end, there is an unknown character that has been crossed out, perhaps the "瓣" in petals.

Collecting purple and gold roses on a monthly basis is a job that a personal maid must complete, and it is even more important for Meimi, who is risking her life.

However, the handwriting was too sloppy. In order to facilitate future communication, cultural popularization had to be put on the agenda. Mo Xie put the note back on the table, and he already had a plan in mind.

"Please come in and sit anywhere." He turned sideways and made an inviting gesture.

The Chinese people's art of hospitality is ingrained in their bones and souls and cannot be erased even if they change their bodies.

"I'll just wait here." The blonde girl shook her head, then slowly scanned the layout of the room.

Clean and tidy, the colors are brighter and it has a more lifelike feel.

what is that?

Seeing something that shouldn't be there, Euphemia's eyelids trembled slightly, and the fingers hanging at her sides unconsciously clenched.

a mirror.

A smooth and clear mirror that can reflect half of a person's body. The frame is made of the most basic wood carvings, which fits the simple and elegant style very well.

"No mirror can leave that person's room intact," this is an anecdote circulated among the servants. Euphemia also saw Moshe go crazy in front of the mirror. He smiled crazily and smeared the broken mirror with his bloody palm until the mirror image could not be seen clearly.

What on earth had he been through that made him say nothing and rely only on that insignificant strength to vent his emotions?

no one knows.

So until now, she couldn't completely distinguish the gentle and polite person in front of her from the "mad dog".

However...being able to accept having mirrors in the room may mean that things are moving in a good direction.

Euphemia's eyes followed Moshe's movements, and suddenly her breathing stopped. She opened her eyes wide with a look of disbelief.

Moshe was standing on tiptoe, taking down the last textbook. Each of them was as thick as a dictionary, and the edges of the pages had become curled due to frequent flipping, stubbornly pressing against the hard cover and refusing to loosen.

That wasn't what surprised Euphemia.

What really caught her full attention was the pile of manuscript paper that Moshe was moving to lay out the textbooks in an even manner.

That was the wonderful thing she had been thinking about day and night, how could it appear before her eyes so easily?

"Mo Xie!" Euphemia shouted without paying attention to the etiquette of the nobility, and then trotted into an area she had never set foot in.

When Moshe turned around, Euphemia was already beside him, her long light golden hair draped over her shoulders in a somewhat messy manner, her deep blue eyes seemed to be burning with fire as she stared straight at the light yellow paper filled with words.

"These Chinese words... were all written by you?" She touched the manuscript carefully, her voice trembling slightly.

"Hmm." Mo Xie's fingers moved lightly, and the pages above spread out. As expected, he heard more rapid breathing.

"Can you understand Chinese?" There is a fundamental difference between copying and writing by oneself after learning. Euphemia pursed her lips and looked away from the manuscript with some difficulty.

Mo Xie did not answer directly, but lowered his eyes and spoke slowly: "It is a restricted area that no one has ever set foot in. The dome is covered with a dark haze, and the air is filled with the breath of death. The wind blows back and forth, the dust flies, and the earth welcomes the arrival of adventurers with silence."

Euphemia, who was only half a head shorter than him, bent her knees unconsciously during the calm narration, folded her arms on the table, tilted her head slightly, and listened attentively.

"The leather boots had become tattered after the long journey, revealing the shed fur lining and rough toes. The adventurer took off his hood, lay on his back, and breathed greedily."

This passage comes from the prologue of "Cang Yue", which is the only Chinese novel with a different world as the background that is widely circulated in the Kingdom of Rekton. It is said that the full text is about 500,000 words, but the Chinese language professor of the Royal Academy can only translate the general idea and finally produce a thin translation.

But what was she hearing now?

"Robert is an adventurer from a distant western country. More precisely, he is a historian who is dedicated to traveling around the world and compiling what he sees and feels." Moshe told the story in a calm and gentle voice, which gave people an endless sense of immersion.

He used the Chinese language, not the language of the other world, the Kingdom of Rekton. Although Euphemia could not fully understand it, she was in an unusually happy mood.

The question just now has been answered perfectly. Mo Xie can not only write Chinese, but also fluently convert it into Chinese. In her eyes, Mo Xie's figure is taller than ever before.

The man bathed in the sun still retained the youthful features of a teenager, but his expression was as calm and steady as an adult. His light brown eyes were filled with sunshine, looking soft and warm.

"Not long ago, Robert was attacked by a sand python crocodile. When his life was hanging by a thread, he found a cave with a peculiar structure, and luckily he escaped from death..."

By now, Euphemia was certain that her brother had completely changed from head to toe, inside and out.

The mysterious Chinese language comes from the equally mysterious and powerful ancient country of China. Few people in the Kingdom of Rekton can translate it so vividly. This is definitely not a level that can be achieved by studying with a professor for one year.

An idea that had never existed before quietly took root and illuminated a long-covered blueprint in the field of literature.

"Brother Moshe, can you agree to one of my requests?" While Moshe was turning the pages, Euphemia bowed to him with an extremely solemn expression.