Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"Who do you think I am, Moshe MacIntosh?"

Bellion shook his head slowly. "Even if your appearance changes, you are still you."

Mo Xie narrowed his eyes slightly, already sensing the coming storm, and immediately opened a barrier to block out sound and sight.

"Captain of the Liberator Alliance, Supreme Pureblood Wizard, His Excellency Moshe."

- Om!

A shrill buzzing sound was heard, echoing in the small space.

This is a signal from the spirit fetus to release its magical power in order to protect the main body.

At the same time, it is gradually integrating into the living beating heart, wanting to merge perfectly with this body, thus providing more comprehensive and rigorous protection for the main body.

Mo Xie's hair slowly floated up under the influence of the aura, his light brown eyes were as bright as torches, and a little green light flickered faintly in the depths of his pupils.

He put down his knife and fork, folded his hands in front of him, and looked at the young man in front of him again.

"Are you ready to take responsibility for what you said?"

Unlike magic power, witch power is not bound by rules. Even ordinary people without abilities can see the form of witch power with their naked eyes.

At this time, the magic power condensed into exquisite and translucent beads surrounding Mo Xie. With the fluctuation of the aura, they changed and arranged into different magic formations.

Bellion's eyes were deep, without any sign of panic, "What you are worried about will not happen."

"That's why I'm here to help you." He raised his left hand, and slowly spread his fingers, revealing the seemingly insignificant object lying quietly in his palm.

This is really... unexpected.

Mo Xie's eyelids trembled, and all his attention was instantly attracted.

How did it appear here?

A treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Wu clan, a token of the clan leader. A ring shaped like a vine, Huankou.

- Om!

The spirit fetus made another buzzing sound, the witch power surged, and the exquisite pearl emitted an even brighter light, as if it was excited to have found something it had lost.

Mo Xie's mind moved, and the ring was pulled by the green thread and slowly put on his index finger. During the whole process, Baileyn just watched silently without any other action.

The Wu clan has been destroyed, and only this token is the proof of its existence. Just looking at it and touching it will make you feel extremely at ease.

The crisis that had caused his spirit to tense had been resolved, and the magic array formed by the exquisite beads gradually dissipated, falling on Mo Xie's body like drizzle, and re-merged into the spirit fetus. The aura of the Supreme Wizard from the depths of his soul was also completely restrained, and the fluid in the space returned to calm.

Mo Xie met Bellion's gaze, his eyes flickered slightly, and he stroked Huan Kou and said, "If you are here to help me, you should be able to answer my questions, right?"

"Yes, but not all." Bellion said firmly.

"Okay." Mo Xie was very satisfied with this answer. After all, if he could tell everything he knew, it would be suspicious.

"Are you from this world?"

"Yes and no."

The ambiguous answer points to another possibility.

"Why is Huankou in your hands?"

"I found it."

This sounded dramatic. Mo Xie looked directly into the young man's silver eyes, trying to catch a trace of panic from the calmness.

Unfortunately, he was facing a magician whose identity was a mystery and who knew how many years of experience it took him to achieve this level. All his emotions were perfectly hidden.

The existence of cyclohexane is no secret.

Moshe's confidants all knew that the vine-shaped ring worn on his index finger, which only appeared in battle, was a token of the witch clan.

He was sure he didn't know Bellion, and he had no memory of this young face.

So what happened on the day when the natural disaster struck and he activated his ultimate superpower that allowed a stranger he had never met to pick up his personal belongings?

The answer to this question may have to wait for the person involved to tell him in person.

The person sitting obediently in the chair was still paying close attention to the meal preparation. A cup of freshly cooked black milk slowly floated to the dining table and landed steadily next to Mo Xie's hand.

"One last question." Mo Xie held the glass, feeling the warmth coming from his palm, "Can you make witch medicine?"

Bellion was silent for a moment, as if thinking, then nodded and said, "I understand a little bit."

"You are a magician, you should know how to make potions. There are roughly three differences between witchcraft and magic potions."

Mo Xie stretched out his index finger, and the bright green magic power transformed into smooth lines, drawing a diagram in the air according to his idea.

"First, the materials. Magical potions have a wide range of ingredients, regardless of type. However, witchcraft potions are limited to 'living things', especially natural creations."

"The second is the method. In the process of making magic potions, magic power needs to be added to stimulate the special properties of special substances. The method of refining witch medicine is primitive and simple. The most important thing is to control the time and temperature."

"The third is the effect. Magic potions are divided into two types: medical potions and special effect potions. There is no limit to the objects they can be used for. Common effects include healing, addition and creation. Similar to the first point, witchcraft potions can only be used on 'living things', and they only have three effects: healing, conditioning and enhancement."

"Bellien, you will be my assistant and help me make the witch medicine. I will prepare the herbs, utensils and venues, you can rest assured." After saying that, Moshe drank the warm black milk. As a chef, he should be able to master it quickly, right?

Bellion nodded seriously, "I understand."

"So, Bellion, what do you want? Or, what can I give you?" Moshe flipped his wrist, and the diagram suspended in the air was dismantled. The magic power swirled and danced, folding in circles on his palm, like a soft and delicate ribbon, or a little snake that could be caressed.

Starting from the bottom of the military and climbing up to the top, he hated getting something for nothing and understood the pain of not getting the same amount in return for his efforts.

"I don't need anything. But if you must pay me, I would like to..." Bellion suddenly changed the subject, "I would like you to call me."

What kind of reward is this? Mo Xie looked at him in confusion.

"No matter what time or what place you are in, as long as you call my name, I will come to you."

"Your goal is my goal. I will do my best to accomplish what you want."

As if to completely dispel Moshe's concerns, after making a promise that was as solemn as an oath, Bellion condensed a strand of magic power into a sharp thorn and pointed it at the heart without hesitation.

Then a drop of bright red, wrapped in magic power, floated in the air and quietly stopped in front of Mo Xie.

The witch clan has a secret technique that can connect the fate of one person to another.

The master-servant contract, its name is very ancient.

The condition for forming a master-slave contract is that the dominant party and the subordinate party each take a drop of blood from the palm and heart. The blood mixes and witchcraft is added to the bodies, thus establishing a new connection and sharing life and death.

Is it necessary to do this?

We are two independent individuals and do not need to depend on anyone to exist.

Mo Xie stared at the young man with blue hair and silver eyes, and did not move.

Even though you hide it well, the vibrating fluid in the air still reflects your uneasy heart.

What is it, or who is it, that makes you so eager to hand over control of your own destiny?

How cunning.

In this case, I can only give my trust, right?

Mo Xie sighed silently, and the magic power in his palm carefully cut an extremely small cut. Just when a drop of blood oozed out, the bright green light repaired the wound that was about to heal in time.

Two bright red spots gradually merged in mid-air. Mo Xie touched his fingers together, and magic power flowed out from his spirit fetus continuously, forming a complicated magic formation that trapped the two of them.

The magic power and the magical power, two forces of different origins, intertwined together to form a terrifying pressure. The diamond-shaped tablecloth faded, became mottled, and was finally crushed into powder by the pressure. Because of the existence of the barrier, the fluid in the air and other objects were spared.

After a dazzling flash of light, two pairs of eyes opened at the same time, reflecting each other's figures.

Moshe panted slightly, smiled, and extended his hand to Bellion, "Please give me your guidance, Bellion."

"Please give me your guidance, Lord Moshe." Bellion gently touched his slightly cool fingertips, and the soft magic transmitted warmth.

Soul imprinting is complete.

The master-slave contract is established.