Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Since coming to this strange world, Mo Xie has always received his original body's memories intermittently.

Either facing a book or walking against the crowd, except for the beautiful scenery that Frohn had experienced that time, there were no other vivid colors, just like his spiritual world was dark and empty.

Brother.

When Mo Xie heard this strange name, his mood became very subtle.

In his previous life, many young warriors regarded him as their brother. They would wave to him with a smile and exchange pleasantries with him in daily life, but they would not be so solemn and cautious as this one.

Moshe tried to stand in his original body's shoes and treat his new family in his own way.

He thought "he" should be happy.

Because from the memories he currently has, this is the first time Euphemia has talked to "him" as a family member.

——Bang, bang.

The sound of my heartbeat became louder and louder, as if it was about to burst through my eardrum.

What is this feeling... ?

Mo Xie took a deep breath and felt that time had slowed down, and the dust floating in the air seemed to be frozen.

His mind was unusually clear, and his perception of the things around him became more acute, like a scattered puzzle that finally found the matching pieces and took a step towards completion.

This is a novel experience and a huge surprise. It turns out that helping the original body to complete the "flaw" can expand the spiritual world and thus increase the upper limit of spiritual power?

Mo Xie blinked slowly. Now that he could actively control his magic power, he could easily enter the perception field of vision. He could not only see the flow trajectory of the fluid, but also the magic power.

The slender girl, the huge magic power running in Euphemia's body, the swirling vortex of deep purple and black, symbolizes the unknown and mystery.

"Can you please help me translate a book?" Euphemia raised her head slightly and clenched her skirt with both hands. "I will pay you accordingly."

"I don't want anything for now."

"I... can help you, as long as it is within my ability."

Moshe looked at the girl who was eager to prove something, smiled and said, "Euphemia, I have a suggestion."

A few days later, in a quiet room in Fort McIntosh.

Arthurs was sitting at his desk, flipping through the basic course textbook with lifeless eyes.

Outside the window is a beautiful sunny scene. The blue sky is endless. Buzz, who has just recovered from a serious illness, holds a ball in his mouth and plays with the waiters and maids. But he can only stay in a closed room, facing boring texts and strengthening his mechanical memory.

Euphemia Mackintosh, the terrifying witch, even threatened him that if he didn't get full marks in the monthly test, she would suggest to his mother that he should hire a more "qualified" tutor.

That means that his free time will be greatly reduced and he will not be able to go to the training ground frequently to practice shooting.

Just imagining that scene was painful. Arthurs held his forehead, showing a melancholy look that didn't belong to his age, and sighed softly.

If possible, he also wanted to be like Euphemia, focusing on his hobbies and living a carefree life.

The brightest twin stars of the contemporary McIntosh family - that's what the people of the Kingdom of Rekton call them.

He, Arthurs, was the one who had the best chance of becoming equal to or even surpassing his father and becoming the Knight King. Euphemia, who had not yet entered the social world, was a rare genius in her studies, and her talent was even comparable to that of her brother. She was now admitted to the Department of Mysticism at the Royal Academy as an exception.

The Mackintosh family has a long history, but the family atmosphere is not feudal, and women are not forced to marry. Therefore, Euphemia can confidently reject those noble sons who want to marry, and try to avoid contact with other noble daughters.

Arthurs propped his head on one hand and looked out the window.

He suddenly remembered a famous scene.

At the birthday party hosted by my mother the year before last, noble children of the same age, either sincerely or under pressure from their elders, surrounded the protagonist of the party, hoping to have a chance to talk and get to know him better.

Some of them held flowers in their hands, some displayed gifts. At such a young age, they did not understand what "love" was at all. They were like a group of butterflies flapping their wings, busy and blindly doing things.

Euphemia, who had only been interested in books since she was a child, was naturally indifferent to these compliments and flattery. She looked calm, her blue eyes slowly swept over the boys, and she only asked one question: "How can I become the head of the Chinese language major in the Linguistics Department?"

The whole hall was silent for a moment because of this sentence.

The boys stood there in a daze, looking at each other, all with confused expressions.

Huaxia language? My family members told me that it is not something that humans can learn.

To become the chief? The prerequisite is to have a smart brain and language ability far beyond that of ordinary people.

Could this be one of the criteria Miss Mackintosh used when choosing a future partner? It was difficult, really too difficult.

Euphemia didn't wait for a reply, but gave them a subtle look before turning away. She looked like a teacher who was disappointed with her students.

The recollection ended, and Arthurs stretched out his index finger and turned the pages of the book boredly.

Yufei, this fake adult with only books and novels in her head, what is she doing now? Why doesn't she come to see me?

The unique bond between twins made Arthurs automatically put aside those unpleasant experiences and began to miss his sister.

The masters' bedrooms are on the sunny side, facing the open fields and the sky, with a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery in the garden, the natural scenery and the tall and solemn Rekton bell tower in the distance.

Then Arthur lowered his eyes slightly and saw a striking black color.

There are only two people in the entire McIntosh Fort who own it. In addition to the busy eldest son, there is...

This man changed his usual gloomy attire and wore a green and white casual suit without any extra accessories.

His hair used to be shoulder-length, and the fringe on his forehead always covered his face. Now he has cut it short, revealing a pair of light brown eyes that are clearer and more transparent. His waist, which was once slightly bent, has become straight, and his limbs are stretched naturally, showing his elegance and generosity.

Moshe Mackintosh. Arthurs' eyes darkened as he silently uttered the name.

If a blow to the head could change a person completely, what would be the point of medicine?

Arthurs blinked slowly and looked at Moshe as if he was looking at a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

He didn't believe it, nor did he want to admit such a ridiculous statement.

Euphemia must have the same attitude as him, because they are the real McIntosh...

"Mo Xie!"

It was Yuffie's voice, and she sounded excited.

Hmm? Arthurs frowned suddenly and leaned forward to look down. As the girl's running figure came closer and closer, his eyes gradually filled with surprise.

Who is this person whose smile looks like a sunflower?

Maybe I'm dreaming.

Yuffie would actually follow a man other than her father, smiling as if it were from the heart? Arthurs rubbed his eyes in disbelief, trying to see the reality clearly.

No. The point is Yufei and Moshe. How can these two people stay together?

"It will be easier to understand if you break this sentence into three parts."

"I see. I only paid attention to the conjunctions."

What are they talking about?

Arthurs held his breath, pressed his body against the window sill, and listened to their conversation in an extremely secretive posture.

He was ashamed to do such a thing at first, but then he changed his mind and thought that this was a legitimate way to spy on the knights, so how could it be considered stealing?

"This Chinese author really has a wild imagination."

Euphemia did not respond directly, but her azure eyes moved slightly and she suggested, "Mo Xie, let's go to the chapel. No one will disturb us there."

"it is good."

Before leaving, Moshe looked up. A corner of the white curtain swayed in the wind, leaving only faint signs of biological activity.

The boy runs pretty fast, he laughed in his heart.

The two came to the chapel, sat on the milky white bench, and talked about some issues related to Chinese writing.

With the blessing of talent and passion, Euphemia has made rapid progress. Now she can understand the main idea of ​​the article through key words and sentences, and is moving towards a higher level.

"I may ask Meimi to pass the translation to you later." Moshe paused and said, "You should have seen the girl with brown hair."

Euphemia stopped smiling and looked straight at him, a questioning gleam in her eyes.

Moshe handed over the manuscript and explained briefly, "I should make some preparations for returning to the academy. Of course, if you have any questions, please feel free to come to me."

Euphemia smiled again and stood up first. "I'll prepare a list of items later. I hope it can help you."

"Thank you, Euphemia." Moshe also left the bench and the two stood facing each other.

He gently waved his hand in response to the girl's fiery gaze, "It's a pleasure to communicate with you. See you next time."

Perhaps because the hostess Wen Li had returned, the waiters and maids' attitude towards him changed slightly.

"Master Mo Xie."

"Hello."

On the way back to the room, Mo Xie received different greetings. Although their faces still turned pale, their mouths were tense and tense.

When he pushed the door open, Meimi had already prepared a sumptuous lunch for him.

"Master Moshe, it seems that you and Miss Euphemia get along very well." Meimi stood beside him with a smile on her face.

"Yeah." Mo Xie picked up the knife and fork and nodded in response.

I don’t know where Euphemia got a Chinese novel called “The Story of a Common Protagonist”.

The prologue of a novel is usually short and sharp, and is an important part that attracts readers to continue reading. Euphemia relied on the Chinese vocabulary she had accumulated over time to translate the general idea.

She was deeply attracted by the protagonist's experience and developed a keen interest in the development of the story, the details and the characters.

——Although I can guess the ending, I still want to witness it all over again. What I want to know is written in this book, how the protagonist met his friends, what is the price he has to pay to achieve his wish... But faced with so many unfamiliar words, I don't even have the courage to start translating by looking up the dictionary. This feeling makes my heart beat faster and I can't breathe.

Euphemia said with an earnest look.

——Euphemia, I have a suggestion. You can leave the original novel with me, and I will give you a translated manuscript regularly.

——Really? Yes, that's a good idea, just like a reader waiting for the author to publish a new chapter... Thank you, Moshe.

The blonde girl finally smiled in relief. At this moment, she was like a ten-year-old child, revealing her true feelings to an adult, telling him about her troubles, and then receiving the comfort she deserved.

It is because of waiting that there is expectation.

Translate "Stories of Common Heroes" for Euphemia, one chapter per week.

This is the agreement between them.