Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

After resolving some of the hidden dangers, the witch power gained the upper hand in the confrontation with the magic power. Mo Xie's consciousness rested in the bright area of ​​the spiritual world, and his body gradually returned to normal under the repair of the witch power.

The most serious backlash of going against the magic power of the titled great lord is that the soul and organs are damaged, and the spiritual world is shaken and comatose. At his current level, it is impossible to completely eliminate the magic power of the marquis. He can only prepare witch medicine to slowly enhance the magic resistance of this body, and then detonate it with an equal amount of witch power.

There was another thing that puzzled him.

Magic is the power bestowed by the God of Creation on creatures. Creatures are bound by rules when using magic.

Meimi's magic power is weak, and Bellion has only met him once, so their magic power has long been dissolved by witchcraft.

Wen Li, the mistress of this family, seems to often transfer magic power to "Mo Xie". But why can't her magic be found in the vast magic universe?

The only ones who can completely hide their magic power and be independent of the rules, apart from the titled True Spirit corresponding to the realm of the Supreme Wizard, are...

"Mo Xie..."

Suddenly someone called his name.

"Master Mo Xie! What's wrong with you?! Don't scare me, wuwuwu..."

Hearing the anxious cries, Mo Xie regained consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.

He gently pushed away the flaxen ball of hair that was about to hit his face, sat up and said, "I'm fine, Meimi." However, because of this awkward sleeping position, he felt a numbness in his forehead and back.

After the cover was removed, Meimi saw large areas of dried brown marks, and her face instantly became paler, "This, this is..." She recalled the terrible scene, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

"I should have stayed by your side. This is my fault. What should I do? What should I do..." Meimi took out new sheets while crying, then stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to help Mo Xie up but didn't dare to touch him.

Master Mo Xie, are you feeling any pain anywhere else?

Would touching him casually make his injury worse?

"Okay, calm down, Meimi, and listen to me carefully."

Mo Xie's voice was gentle and steady, as if it had a soothing power. The little maid gradually stopped crying, bit her lips tightly, and looked at him blankly.

"The reason why I've been weak recently is because of the blood clots in my body. After spitting out the blood just now, I feel much better. Isn't this something to be happy about?" In a sense, this is indeed true. Mo Xie smiled and handed her a clean handkerchief naturally.

"Bruise?!" Meimi slowly opened her eyes as if she had heard something incredible.

In her mind, bruises meant injuries. But Master Moshe had been well behaved since his head injury, so how could he be injured? In other words, what kind of person could quietly pass through the iron wall of McIntosh and hurt their little master?

No, the point has been missed!

"If you feel any discomfort in your body, you should see a doctor instead of suffering from it yourself."

Meimi took the handkerchief and held it carefully in her palm. The handkerchief was clean and soft, exuding a light woody fragrance, like the expensive aromatherapy used by mature men.

"Although the doctor's consultation fee is very expensive, the McIntosh family can fully afford it, so please rest assured!" She felt that she was becoming more and more courageous. If it were in the past, she would never have dared to lecture Master Moshe.

"Thank you for your concern, Meimi. I will pay attention next time." Mo Xie nodded and kept it in mind.

It was pitch black outside the window. Not far away, a row of silver dots of light were moving in an orderly manner. They were the knights in charge of patrolling and guarding.

"Memmy, light the menorah."

"Yes."

So go to your appointment now.

Mo Xie was wearing a light green knitted coat, holding a candlestick, and walking towards his destination at a leisurely pace.

The dark night, the empty corridors, the quiet atmosphere. The living area seems unattended, but in fact there are countless pairs of "eyes" connecting the butler Boris and other waiters. As long as there is a slight disturbance, they will transmit magic power through the "eyes" and activate the trap that restricts the ability of creatures to move.

Although it sounds incredible, the servants of McIntosh Castle all have magic power. It doesn't matter if you can't go to the temple to certify yourself as a magician, as long as you pass the assessment of the butler Boris, you can work in McIntosh Castle.

When telling Moshe this, Meimi carefully watched his expression.

Angry or furious?

neither.

There was no reaction. He just lowered his eyes and flipped through the book in his hand, quiet and calm.

Even though he is a notorious mad dog thug, he is the only person in Fort McIntosh without magic powers.

Under the white moonlight, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the rich aroma of food drifted in the breeze, serving as a signpost to guide the direction.

Mo Xie, whose mental power was even sharper than before, sensed signs of biological activity from a hundred meters away.

A young man with a pair of rare silver eyes and a slender figure was already standing in front of the curtain. He still had a calm expression and bowed to him, saying, "Good evening, Mr. Mo Xie."

Moshe noticed from the beginning that Bellion addressed him differently from others.

"Good evening." He paused, suddenly realizing that he had not yet formally called the other person's name.

"Bellion."

As if he had been waiting for this moment, the young chef straightened up and looked at him. The light from the candlesticks reflected in his eyes, and his emotions finally showed.

Even without entering the perception field, he could sense the unusual atmosphere. The magic power danced in the barrier with joy, causing a shiver and itch on the skin. The transparent liquid gathered around the silver-eyed young man, and had already vaguely revealed a shape visible to the naked eye. Perhaps to others, this was an ordinary, silent communication going on.

It's crazy.

Mo Xie clenched his knuckles and raised the corners of his lips unconsciously.

Why would a magician of this class come to Fort McIntosh in secret, and why would he reveal his identity in front of him?

What is the purpose?

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, the young man opposite him suddenly restrained his aura and the barrier disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

"I am sorry for the inconvenience." Bellion lowered his eyes and stood aside in a submissive manner. He lifted the curtain and said, "Please eat first."

Mo Xie stared at him for a moment, then walked inside.

Sitting at the table covered with a diamond-shaped tablecloth again, Bellion skillfully brought him the dishes. The colors were fresh, the dishes were exquisitely presented, and they looked very appetizing.

"Bellien, you sit down too." Mo Xie glanced at him and then turned his gaze to the empty seat opposite.

If you stand behind him all the time, you can't observe his expression and movements. It is more effective to talk face to face than to ask questions one-sidedly.

"Under..."

Mo Xie interrupted him and said, "Please sit down." His tone was flat, but it contained a sense of urgency.

Bellion was stunned for a moment, then silently shut his mouth and did as he was told.

The atmosphere became very subtle. The young man with a mature temperament was eating quietly, and sitting opposite him was a young man with blue hair and silver eyes.

The temperature in the room is just right, the lighting is soft, and the sounds of burning flames, clinking cutlery, and light breathing all compose a soothing dining music.

Mo Xie held a knife and fork in his hand, chewed his food slowly, and said casually: "You seem to know me."

Bellion stared at him and responded without hesitation: "Yes."

Mo Xie paused in cutting the steak and looked up in surprise. He didn't expect the other party to admit it so frankly.