Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"What a huge castle..."

The man in the black cloak lifted his hood and exclaimed.

Jinuo, a formal magician affiliated with the Magician Association. Although he was born a commoner and had no power or influence, he was lucky enough to catch up with the association's expansion and got the opportunity to work in the underground palace.

The Underground Palace and Sky Island are the places where the magicians of the Magicians Association live and work. The status, authority and responsibilities of the magicians are different.

If the underground palace is the lower class of society, then the Sky Island is the upper class of society.

Most of them were children of nobles, who not only inherited the sacred characteristics of their families, but also had strong financial support. Only a few civilians with outstanding abilities were promoted to Sky Island through step-by-step certification.

"Please show your pass." The guard held his spear horizontally with a serious face.

"Here." Kino handed over the hard card that he had prepared long ago.

After checking the front and back three times, the guard handed the card back to him and said respectfully, "Please come in, Master Jinuo."

Is it because I am from the underground palace that I was sent here?

Kino, who officially stepped into the wall, could clearly feel the defensive magic cast by the castle owner. It was so powerful and overbearing that it gave people goose bumps.

Madam is such a gentle person, how could she have such horrible thoughts?

When Kino thought about what he was going to do today, he felt a tingling pain in his temples.

The family crest pattern on the hard card exuded a gentle magic, guiding him like a signpost.

He walked along a path paved with smooth stone bricks, passed a garden landscape trimmed into the shape of a lion, climbed onto an arched bridge across the swan pond, and entered a courtyard full of spring and lush grass.

Then--

I saw a familiar figure.

"Why is it you?!" Kino pointed at the figure and shouted, his surprise mixed with disgust and annoyance.

The man turned around slowly, and the moment he saw Kino, he also frowned, as if he had seen something unclean.

"It's a bad omen."

Kino's eyes widened as he retorted: "You are the bad omen!" You bastard, that sounds like a curse.

“I never thought that I would complete the commission with you, Lord Jino.” The young man narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth in a tiny arc, and emphasized the last word, appearing very deliberate.

"Commission... Yes, this is the purpose of my trip." Hearing the key words, Jinuo quickly calmed down, adjusted his mentality and said, "Okay, let's put our grudges aside for now. The important thing is to complete the madam's commission."

The young man did not respond to him, but elegantly took a sip from his teacup, "The bottom line of the McIntosh family, he is about the same age as me, but his name has spread throughout the Rekton Kingdom. I am very curious about what kind of person he is."

Seeing this, Kino ignored him and walked to the seat farthest away from him and sat down.

I thought, even if it was you, Leopold, you wouldn't be able to handle it as easily as before.

Leopold Singh, the youngest child of Count Singh, reached the level of a second-rank silver knight at the age of fourteen. After passing various tests, he was allowed to enter the temple and became a paladin.

The feud between Kino and him originated from a problem of working principle - teamwork.

Why should a task that requires two people be done by one person?

One was a commoner man who was about to enter middle age, and the other was a young nobleman who had not yet entered society. They were no better than children in a nursery when it came to handling conflicts, and the case was eventually resolved with the intervention of the court.

This led to a rapid deterioration in their relationship, to the point where they were fed up with each other.

As the atmosphere gradually became tense, the sound of footsteps, neither fast nor slow, was heard from not far away.

"Lord Jino, Lord Singh, you have come all the way here." Wen Li walked over slowly, wearing a simple light blue dress, with a smile on her face and an elegant demeanor.

"Hello, Marquise McIntosh." Kino stepped forward and introduced himself first, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Moshe, I am Kino from the Magicians Association." He maintained a salute gesture and slowly raised his eyes to look at the young man standing next to the woman.

Ok?

He widened his eyes slightly, somewhat confused by the boy's appearance.

Wasn't it Moshe Mackintosh who was coming?

I have seen him in Wangcheng District. Just as the rumors said, he was a thin mad man with jet-black hair covering his face and an unpredictable temperament.

Who is this young man who has a smile on his face, stands tall and straight, and looks like a man of good character?

While Kino was stunned, Leopold walked straight past him, crossed his arms in front of him, and performed a simplified knight's salute commonly used in life.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Marchioness Mackintosh. The last time we met was at the birthday party for the young Duke of Elkamo."

"Long time no see, Lord Singh." As a marquise and a magician, Winry was very respectful in front of the boy, as if she was communicating with someone of the same level. "Thank you very much for agreeing to my commission."

"It's my honor to help you." Leopold showed a brilliant smile that only priests have, and turned the topic to the protagonist of this commission.

"I've long heard of your name, Master Moshe. I'm Leopold Singh, a priest of the temple." As he said this, the young man stretched out his hand.

Mo Xie remained calm and held his hand. "Hello, Lord Singh. It's our first meeting. Please give me your guidance." As expected of a priest of the temple, his hands were as white as ice and snow, yet as warm as a stove.

The two just shook hands politely and quickly withdrew their hands.

Finally coming to his senses from his surprise, Kino took out the medium for his spell, a small wooden sculpture of an owl, and said, "So, Marquise, shall we begin now?"

"Ok."

Jinuo sat down opposite Moshe. "Please extend your hand and clear your mind."

Moshe followed his instructions and stretched out his hand, closing his eyes. This obedient attitude surprised Jinuo again. He held the carved owl tightly with one hand, gently placed his other hand on Moshe's wrist, and began to operate magic.

"Relax, Mr. Mo Xie." It would be best not to suddenly jump up and punch him.

The magic power gathered in the magic spring, and was transformed into purer power through the transit station of the carved owl wood carving, which was continuously input into Moshe's body.

Mo Xie ignored the strong "protest" of the spirit fetus and restricted the flow of magic power. He could feel the magic power probing his physical condition, and wherever the magic power flowed, it would produce a burning pain.

After parading for a full circle, Jino frowned, as if he had encountered some difficulties.

"How could this be..." He muttered to himself while increasing his magic power input.

Mo Xie endured it calmly, concentrating his mental power to determine whether they had merged into the magic universe. Perhaps because Marquis Mackintosh's magic was too strong and overbearing, or perhaps because Jinuo had better control over magic, they kept a certain distance between them and did not intersect or collide with each other.

After repeated attempts without success, Jinuo let go of Moshe's wrist, looked aside, and said in an awkward tone: "You try it."

The purple-haired young man in priest robes chuckled. He did not explore through physical contact like him. He just sat there quietly, with a strange light emerging from the depths of his pupils.

At the same time, his aura suddenly intensified, and the loose sleeves of his priest's robe rose up without wind, revealing the strong forearms that could only be acquired through long-term physical training.

Not long after, the light gradually faded.

Leopold raised the corners of his lips and stared straight at Moshe with a fiery look in his eyes, as if he had discovered something new.

The soul is hard to understand, how interesting.