Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the town, there is an ancient and solemn castle on the edge of the kingdom. The overall building is in a cross shape, surrounded by thick and tall stone walls, like a sword sleeping in its sheath, quietly waiting for the moment to show its sharpness.

The road connecting to the central town and the golden emblem hanging high on the gate facing it indicate the noble status of the castle owner and the power passed down from generation to generation by his ancestors as founding heroes.

No one dared to be presumptuous in front of Mackintosh's castle. Armored knights patrolled and guarded the castle all day, with swords on their waists pointing at any dangerous factors. The defense was as tight as that of the royal city, and not even a fly could fly in.

The owner of the castle, the Marquis of Mackintosh, is someone who should not be easily provoked.

In addition to outstanding magical talent and enormous magical power, McIntosh's direct bloodline also inherited the sacred characteristics bestowed by the God of Creation on his ancestors - keen perception and strong endurance.

This is a great helper in battle, which can effectively avoid danger and increase the probability of survival.

Not just the McIntosh family, but all those who participated in the holy war without exception obtained divine characteristics. The first thing they did after receiving the gift was to sign a peace and friendship treaty, demarcate territories, and recuperate in order to continuously expand their families.

Among them, those with extraordinary talents can comprehend special abilities that are rare in the world, and break through the limits of their physical and mental abilities at the cost of consuming specific things.

After several discussions, the Magicians Association named it "Holy Sacrifice".

The Marquis of Mackintosh is one of the most gifted men of our time.

He personally cast a defensive magic on the castle to block catastrophic magic and physical attacks. Ordinary people would be shaken by the invisible pressure if they only took a glance at it, and they would suffer from tinnitus and dizziness at the least, or faint on the ground at the worst.

Apart from royal visits and foreign invasions, probably nothing could break the peace of Fort McIntosh.

This is how it should be.

"Ahhh!" The door was pushed open with great force, violently colliding with the wall. The girl ran out screaming in terror, kicking off her round-toed leather shoes and knocking over delicate ornaments. Then, as if driven by something terrifying, she hurriedly got up and stumbled away at the end of the corridor.

She lost something while running. The ruffled apron that was originally tied around her waist was crumpled into a ball and thrown aside, with the eye-catching dark brown marks spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The butler who came upon hearing the noise seemed to be well prepared, with four well-mannered maids following behind him, each holding cleaning tools, a white suitcase, a replacement carpet, and a bag that could hold large items.

"Mr. Mo Xie."

"..." No one answered in the room, but panting sounds could be clearly heard.

Rapid and irrepressible.

"Lunch is ready and has been adjusted to your taste." The gray-haired butler stood at the door with a respectful tone.

The people in the room were still adjusting their breathing.

"Madam came back last night and said that she happened to have nothing to do today, so she would have dinner with the young ladies and young masters."

This sentence seemed to trigger a switch, and the fluid in the air returned to normal.

"How did the waiter manage to watch over the beast? He actually let the beast get in." A childish but hoarse voice sounded, stating calmly and slowly.

"Muddy paws have stained the carpet, and the stench from the mouth has polluted the air. Boris, I'm in a bad mood now." After the heavy voice fell, the boy staggered to the butler and stood still.

"Fortunately, the stab went a little off-center, otherwise we would have sent this lowly thing to see the God of Creation!" Marquis Mackintosh's second son, Moshe Mackintosh, narrowed his light brown eyes and sighed viciously.

Moshe's gaze lingered on Boris's calm face for a moment, feeling the discomfort caused by the sticky liquid adhering to his clothes and skin. He frowned and said impatiently, "Redecorate the walls and replace all the furniture. Don't leave any traces."

"Yes." Butler Boris lowered his eyes and maintained a standard servant's posture.

The person who gave the order did not make way, but crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised his chin high, as if to express, "What is that maid holding in her hand? Not everything can be put into my room."

"This carpet is the latest product from the workshop, and the pattern is inspired by Madam's manuscript."

"Very good." This obedient attitude was very useful to Mo Xie. He relaxed his brows, his mood obviously improved, and he finally made way.

The maids were very skilled in cleaning, swiftly and lightly. Moshe glanced sideways, and saw that the white creature lying motionless in a pool of blood was still conscious, with its crystal-clear eyes looking in his direction, trembling uncontrollably. The little animal's faint whimpering rolled in its throat that was overflowing with blood, sounding particularly pitiful.

However, Moshe was not moved by the scene. There was no emotion in his light brown eyes. He turned around, took off his dirty gloves, threw them on the ground casually, and left without looking back.

The waiter who was in charge of the third floor today had been punished by Boris to the reflection room. The narrow iron door at the end of the corridor was tightly closed, which proved this.

Mo Xie placed one hand on the railing of the spiral staircase and walked slowly and lightly, as if he was enjoying this moment of silence.

——Da da, da da.

He raised his eyes lazily and saw a small figure walking towards him quickly.

The youngest son of the Marquis of Mackintosh, his younger brother, Arthurs Mackintosh, is also one of the only two people in the past three hundred years who have inherited the purest Mackintosh bloodline.

Mo Xie pulled the corners of his mouth and revealed a weird smile, "Good afternoon, dear Arthur."

"..." The boy didn't say anything, but stared at him with his eyes wide open.

"You don't look happy. Did something happen?" Mo Xie was only one step away from stepping onto the second floor tiles. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Arthurs' face, but chose to stay where he was.

"What did you do to Baz?" The boy with golden hair stood straight, his clear blue eyes seemed to have flames burning. "And don't call me by that name. It shouldn't come out of your mouth."

"Baz?" Moshe tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly sneered, "Oh, you mean that lowly, dirty, inhuman beast?"

"It's my friend!" Arthurs suddenly raised his voice, and his angry voice echoed in the corridor.

"Animals are animals, and one day they will bite back." Mo Xie pretended to wave his hands casually, revealing the solidified marks on his collar.

"What is this?!" Arthurs gasped, looking incredulous. The seriousness of the incident obviously exceeded his expectations.

"Don't be so excited, my dear Arthur. I think it is... well, still alive?" Moshe's lips curled slightly, his eyes were very sincere, "After all, Boris's medical skills are very good."

"Bastard! You are really unreasonable!" Arthurs' eyes were bloodshot and he roared with gritted teeth.

With a light "bang", the air behind him suddenly burst open, blowing up his golden hair. Then countless transparent fluids rushed to his chest, gradually revealing his outline. Under the sunlight, they turned into circles of golden halos that overlapped and intertwined, and locked together like gears, constantly twisting and changing with the fluctuations of the fluid.

This is the magician's pressure, which can weaken mental defense and reduce magical resistance.

"Okay, Arthur, I'm just about to change my clothes." Mo Xie's body trembled slightly, and the pressure made his scalp numb.

However, his expression remained unchanged. He silently regained his breathing rhythm, raised his hand to brush away his slightly longer bangs, leaned against the stair railing with some lassitude and said, "You know, Winry always likes neatness."

"I warned you not to call my mother by her name, you rude fellow!" As soon as the voice fell, a beam of golden light shot out from the golden wheel without making any sound, and directly penetrated the step where Mo Xie was standing. The dust in the air fell quietly, and was rolled up by the fluid to dance with the golden light particles.

"Okay, Arthur, I'll do whatever you say." Moshe slowly moved his feet and walked down the stairs unhurriedly, bending down and looking at Arthurs, "Calm down, this situation is too conspicuous now. You don't want to alarm your father, right?"

He is indeed one of the only two people in the past three hundred years who have inherited the purest McIntosh bloodline. Anyone who sees this child in person will probably feel the same way.

Moshe listened to the sound of his heart beating violently, and stepped closer, cautiously testing the safety boundary. Arthurs Mackintosh, with his golden hair like the sun's rays and his pure blue eyes reflecting his figure, looked ordinary and insignificant.

This close, unblinking gaze made Arthur feel extremely disgusted, and his angry expression instantly cracked, "Don't get so close to me!" He raised his hands to block in front of him, and quickly stepped back a few steps to create distance.

"If Baz's injury cannot be fully recovered, I will make you pay the price, I swear!" The young master left a cruel word in a childish voice, and retracted his strength before the maids approached with the dining cart. The directional surging fluid disappeared in the air, and the golden wheel stopped turning and dissipated into nothingness.

"I'll wait for you here and won't go anywhere." Mo Xie nodded and said lightly, "If you can really do it."

"You!" Arthurs' cheeks puffed up and he was choked and speechless.

Like a little hamster. Mo Xie chuckled.

The sound of rolling wheels came from far away.

"Master Arthurs, Master Moshe." The maids stopped and bowed in unison.

"Excuse me." The head maid squatted down and gently tidied Arthur's clothes.

"Good afternoon, Laura, do you have fresh green apples today?" Arthurs, who was furious just now, asked obediently.

"I'm sorry, it's not the season for green apples to ripen yet." Laura, the head maid, smiled kindly and shook her head.

She worked at Mackintosh House for more than 20 years, serving as both the confidant of the new generation of the Marquis and Arthurs's wet nurse. She was full of love for this future star of hope and wanted to devote everything she had to her young child.

“Green apples are everywhere in Chief Mauk.”

"Yes. But our country has signed an agreement with Chieftain Maok to replenish goods that are in short supply only at the end of the year." Laura stood up and turned into a standard "servant posture" when facing Moshe, with her eyes lowered and her tone respectful.

Mo Xie sneered and said nothing.

He slowly scanned the area, and saw the young maids pretending to be calm despite being clearly anxious, which was both novel and interesting. Just like the girl who ran away screaming just now, such vivid colors were not common in the dull atmosphere of Fort McIntosh.

The affectionate interaction between head maid Laura and Arthurs seemed to continue for a while. Mo Xie, who was undisturbed, stayed there for a moment, then turned around and walked into the spare cloakroom with a very casual pace.

Although he has not worn a training uniform since he went to the academy, the conscientious butler Boris still measures his physical values ​​regularly and constantly updates his clothes.

The finest fabric was light and breathable, and it felt like nothing on the skin, fitting perfectly to the body and outlining the smooth curves. Mo Xie stood in front of the mirror, pinching the edge of the clothes with his fingers, smoothing out the wrinkles bit by bit, and only left after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

When the master is having a meal, servants except the dedicated waiter can only wait quietly outside the door and wait for orders.

When Moshe arrived, the servants lowered their heads and dispersed tacitly.

He pushed open the door of the restaurant and saw his familiar family members.

The eldest brother, Frohn, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed monocles, cut the steak expressionlessly, as if he didn't care about anything.

The third child, Euphemia, ate her vegetables in small bites and didn't care about Moshe's arrival.

The youngest, Arthurs, seemed to have just arrived, and the plate in front of him was still clean. He thrust his fork into the steak fiercely and glared at Moshe.

as well as……

Mo Xie's eyes became blurred for a moment.

The woman sitting at the long table had delicate features, an elegant demeanor, and long, smooth red hair. She turned around when she heard the door open, her eyes as clear as the sky filled with tenderness.

"Mo Xie, you are here." she said.

Mo Xie smiled happily, walked over to her, held her hand affectionately and said, "Welcome home, Wen Li."