Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Moshe forked up a piece of translucent soft cake and put it into his mouth. The taste was very strange. At first, it was soft and smooth like jelly between the tongue and the palate. Then he bit it gently with his teeth, and the light sweetness instantly filled his mouth. The soft and delicate filling lingered between his lips and teeth, gradually melting into mint water, moistening his dry throat.

"Bellien, how is that young trainee chef doing now?"

"His cooking skills have improved a bit." Mo Xie picked up the napkin and wiped his lips and commented.

Meimi asked curiously, "How do you know he did it?"

"He knows my preferences, so he made adjustments to the texture and taste." I don't like the rich taste of butter, and prefer a lighter taste.

This is a talent that is like a black hole, with no upper limit, Mo Xie thought.

After only spending a short dinner together, Bellion was able to infer his dietary preferences based on the details of his meal. What is most worth pondering is that Bellion did not make adjustments based on his understanding of the original body, but rather based on his own dietary habits, which are completely different from those of the West.

"So you've already met Bellion." Meimi said with a look of reminiscence after removing the empty plate. "He is very popular among the maids because of his handsome face. Although he is introverted and calm and not good at speaking, he is very careful and considerate in his work and has helped everyone a lot. Surprisingly, he even knows how to translate! During the family meeting not long ago, he took the initiative to help Lord Boris sort out the gifts sent by the guests with different languages ​​written on them."

"If he were an ordinary commoner, he would not have the opportunity to receive literacy education, right? Could it be that... Bellion is actually the young master of a declining noble family?" Meimi chuckled, her big dark brown eyes sparkling with excitement.

Sure enough, this child not only has a good memory.

Her guess was not unreasonable. Mo Xie held the spoon and took a sip of the warm soup.

The helpful, low-key and calm young chef, whose identity was a mystery, seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and came to Fort McIntosh on purpose. Moshe recalled Bellion's subtle attitude that night, and could not feel any emotional fluctuations, and could not tell whether he had good intentions or bad intentions.

"Bellien also asked me to bring you a message." Meimi paused, as if thinking, "He said, 'I need light.'"

Almost instantly, Mo Xie understood the implicit meaning of his words.

The brightly burning flames and the objects used for lighting were now clean and placed on the table. Bellion wanted to meet him again at the same place to return the candlestick.

"I see. Thank you, Meimi." Moshe took off his napkin and folded it neatly aside.

Meimi smiled and nodded, then packed up the CD and left the room at a very fast speed, like a little squirrel in a hurry.

A tacit understanding has been formed between them. The exclusive maid does not need to serve the master all day, and the master gives the maid the right to move freely so that she can enjoy some alone time.

After reading and resting for a while, Mo Xie walked to the bedside and sat down, looking down at his wrist. Tiny, green light particles flowed in his blood vessels. This was the magic power protecting his internal organs and nourishing his flesh and blood.

Now the spiritual world has been basically constructed, and there are signs that the dark area is being unblocked. As long as the construction continues, the spiritual power will be steadily improved.

However, the magic power that is in harmony with his soul and the spiritual fetus used to store the magic power have not changed since the day he was born, and can even be described as "stagnant."

Probably because...

He already had the answer in his mind. In just a breath of time, Mo Xie easily entered the perception field of vision and looked down at his body again.

really.

The familiar aura and magic power blended together, inseparable. In the chest, the heart was like a star in the boundless universe, surrounded by stardust emitting different lights. It was surrounded by dangers, deep black holes, strange shadows, and some unknown mysterious things...

In short, there is a huge and complex magical power hidden in his body.

For a magician, this is an invaluable treasure, but for an ordinary person with a weak constitution and intolerance to magic, it is a deadly poison.

Before the spirit fetus was born, whether it was when he was saving Andy and his mental energy was over-exerted, or when he was accepting Floyd's magic power, the magic power imprinted in his soul emerged as compensation, greatly alleviating the symptoms of magic intolerance.

Now the magic power is continuously flowing out from the spirit fetus, and in order to protect the safety of the subject, it automatically dissolves the magic power.

However, the amount of magic power was abnormally huge, and it was obviously accumulated over the years. Even if the spirit fetus wanted to get rid of them and complete its evolution, it was unable to do so.

At this time, his mental energy was consumed too quickly, and his head began to hurt. Mo Xie exhaled slowly and released his perception vision.

Why didn’t I notice it before?

Perhaps it was because this body's perception of magic could no longer be measured by that of an ordinary person. It was cold and numb, like a person with pain-free skin, and had no feeling at all when his flesh and blood were stirred.

Or maybe it was because of their different realms. The instigators lived under the same roof as him, the younger ones were about to become masters, and the older ones had already become the symbol of the kingdom's fighting power. But now he only mastered the power of a wizard, and had not improved his realm. In front of those people, he was as small as an ant.

It is no exaggeration to say that he now seems to be living in a huge miasma forest. It is a miracle that he can grow to the age of fifteen.

"Thank you for your hard work." Mo Xie raised his hand to his chest and said softly as his vision gradually began to blur.

Then the bright green light gathered in the palm of his hand, and the warm aura enveloped his fragile yet powerfully beating heart. "Calm your mind."

The symptoms of headache were effectively relieved and the vision in front of my eyes became clear and bright again.

After using witchcraft to stabilize his mind and body a little, Moshe began the first step to eliminate the fatal hidden dangers - classification and stripping.

He used the little mental strength he had left to once again delve deeper into the huge vortex of magical power, peeling off strands of familiar aura, then compressing it into a ball and letting it float aside.

The largest piece of stardust emits a dazzling ultramarine light. Frohn's magic is just like him, icy cold. His magic properties will cause continuous damage to the body, perhaps "cold poison" is more appropriate to describe this symptom.

The strange shadow had the outline of a boy, holding a lance and moving back and forth in the stardust. No matter how much he hated "Moshe", Arthurs' magic was only mixed with hostility, without any malice. From this point of view, he was indeed a lovable child.

Euphemia was not interested in improving her realm. These mysterious things like wind, rain and fog were the product of her unconsciousness. When they were communicating and discussing, the magic power was released with the owner's joyful mood, and then gradually penetrated into the body.

After doing all this, the messy and vast magical universe became a lot tidier.

The density and purity of the compressed magic power are very high, and the witch power cannot dissolve it, so it can only "detonate" it.

The young spirit fetus was beating rhythmically, and Mo Xie did not hesitate to activate the magic power in his body and introduce it into this vast magical universe.

——Bang!

The loud noise that existed only in the empty space seemed to echo in his ears. Mo Xie's body shook violently, and he managed to stabilize himself by supporting himself on the bed with both hands.

"Cough cough..." His chest heaved violently, and bright red overflowed from the corners of his mouth, falling drop by drop, slowly spreading.

Fortunately, I had practiced body-building techniques before to strengthen my physique, otherwise I would have suffered a more serious backlash now.

Maintaining this posture and waiting for his breathing to calm down, Mo Xie took out a light green handkerchief from the lining with trembling fingertips and covered his bloody mouth.

In the end, what remains is a vast magical universe and endless black holes.

There is only one person in all of Fort McIntosh who can muster this amount of magical power.

It seemed as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. Mo Xie slowly fell onto the bed, his eyelids half closed, his gaze looking into the distance through the window.

Artbolg McIntosh.