Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

The McIntosh family, which has made great contributions to the founding of the country, and its direct bloodline always receives a lot of attention.

As expected, Moshe Mackintosh was average in physical skills and scholarship, though he was always seen with a book on philosophy and an ornate sword.

The Royal Academy has collected data for nearly a hundred years, and after launching a research project, it came to the conclusion that people who are unable to inherit the bloodline and awaken the magic spring, have physical values ​​even lower than ordinary people without magic power.

That sounds cruel.

The starting line of life has already been cracked into thousands of ravines. Young lives are hesitating and unable to take a step forward. They can only watch the distant hope vanish into thin air. Therefore, some people are forced into desperation and choose to end their lives.

Nowadays, this abnormal symptom of blood inheritance has been included in the compendium of difficult and complicated diseases at the continental level. Even Yeberwon, who is known as the "omniscient sage", cannot come up with any effective suggestions.

Young Moshe didn't know what this meant, but he gradually found that there were fewer and fewer people around him, and he was watched by cold and distant eyes. He still enjoyed the privileges of a noble, and could squander money and enjoy the service of servants.

Can that dull mind understand the complex thoughts of the wise men?

Can those thin arms lift the sword that symbolizes honor?

If someone said such mocking words in front of the McIntosh family, it would be like an ant enjoying its last carnival before death.

Moshe Mackintosh could draw out his sword with great effort, and gently hold it against their fragile necks, with a scornful arc at the corner of his mouth, sneering at their lowliness as inferiors.

How could a mad dog that exudes violence do what it wants? It is only because of the glorious and great surname "McIntosh".

Look, he is coming with a bag.

The pedestrians on the street obviously quickened their pace, and if you ignore their panicked eyes, they really seem to be in a hurry.

Mo Xie enjoyed this almost stagnant atmosphere. There was no harsh noise, and the fresh air flowed freely. It was a rare feeling of pleasure.

The shops on both sides have launched the latest products and placed various items at the door to attract the attention of potential customers. They took advantage of the national celebration of the "Little Prince's" tenth birthday to increase the popularity of the products, and then used non-existent "discounts" to make profits.

It is a trap that can be detected with a little thought, but people who are blinded by desire still rush into it.

A woman with waist-length dark green hair and dark brown skin stopped in front of a grocery store. "Hello, may I ask something? Why is it that no one is selling the previously popular 'genuine leather' accessories now?"

The shop owner raised his eyes lazily, "You are a foreigner, right? That kind of thing disappeared years ago."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then asked anxiously, "Where are the silver needle feather arrow and the death amulet?"

“It has been listed as contraband.”

"Then... do you know where I can buy it?"

The shop owner frowned, as if he had discovered something dirty, and impatiently stood up to drive him away: "You ask too many questions, foreigner. I've already told you it's contraband, do you want to drag me to court? Do you want to buy something or not? If not, don't block the door!"

"Ah, sorry."

Renekton is a big commercial country, and those who can open shops on the city streets never lack business, so it is not surprising that some customers are kicked out.

Moshe passed the dark-brown woman, and with every step he took, the purse hanging on his waist made a loud clatter.

What can you buy with one gold coin?

A small hand-made doll; an exquisite coat; a mixed-breed pony; a person…

People often kneel down in the street, crying and shouting: In the eyes of you nobles, is it interesting for us common people to try our best to survive? !

Of course, before they could finish expressing their demands, the patrolmen took them away.

I should be a commoner for a while, maybe my life will become more interesting. This thought came to my mind very naturally, and Mo Xie suddenly chuckled, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Catch her!" A male voice suddenly appeared, attracting everyone's attention in an instant.

It was disappointing and boring. The rare quiet atmosphere was broken. Mo Xie immediately stopped smiling and looked towards the source of the sound.

This little episode took place in an alley not far from him, where two guards in light armor pinned the girl to the ground with almost no effort.

In an extremely humiliating posture.

The man walked slowly in front of her and spoke in a very high-profile manner: "I told you what the consequences of running away would be, huh?"

Mo Xie, who was strolling leisurely, did not see the man's specific appearance after passing the building, but he had some impression of him by listening to his voice.

On a summer night, at a ball held by young nobles, gorgeously dressed men and women danced gracefully. The most eye-catching person among them was not the handsome young duke, but a man whose name could not be told and whose body was covered with expensive gems.

This is the most low-level and vulgar means of attracting attention, which the upper-class aristocrats would not use.

"Let me go... Someone come and save me..." The girl's slender and fragile neck was easily held by a big hand, pressed against the ground, and she struggled to squeeze out a cry for help from her throat.

The man leaned forward, pretending to listen attentively, then shook his head and said, "Save? You make it sound like I'm committing a crime. Let me make it clear to you that we signed a contract, and what I did did not violate the Kingdom Law."

The girl's body was shaking violently. She scratched the guard's hand, struggled to get out of the way, and shouted towards the busy street: "I have paid off all my debts, and the contract has expired. What he did is illegal! Ahem, patrolman... patrolman!"

The sounds of footsteps, conversations, hawking... the girl's cries for help seemed to be isolated. It was an apparently bustling scene, but it was strangely static, with a chill that seeped into every pore.

The man looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the main road, and crossed his arms with a little regret. "No one wants to be taken to the court because of a stranger."

No one responded, not even a glance. The girl's shaking arms fell weakly, and the tears in her eyes rolled down silently like pearls from a broken string.

"Hmm?" On the main road, Mo Xie stood there with a sword on his back and a bag in his hand. He seemed to have suddenly discovered something and looked in this direction thoughtfully.

"I provide you with food, clothing, shelter and transportation, arrange private lessons for you, and assign you a dedicated waiter. With such good conditions, I really don't know what else you want." The man's patience was finally exhausted. He hooked his index finger to let the guard carry the girl, and turned around to leave.

"If the price is that, I——!" I'd rather not. The guard covered her mouth and nose, and the rest of the girl's words turned into sobs.

Just thinking back to those huge monsters with fierce eyes made her tremble all over, not to mention the pain of their sharp teeth slowly piercing into her skin, like torturing her prey, and being ravaged repeatedly.

“Shh.” The man approached quickly like a ghost, grabbing his cloak and holding it at his side. “Watch your words, or you and your family will have to meet again in prison.”

When the girl heard the word "family", her eyes widened instantly, and then she nodded cautiously to show her obedience.

"That's right." The man showed a satisfied smile and asked the guard to take out the cloak and cover the girl tightly, hooping her in front of her body as if she was carrying a large piece of luggage.

At this point, Mo Xie, who had been watching for most of the process, suddenly said, "Hey, you, wait a minute."

The man's goal had been achieved, and he hummed a little song in a happy mood, "My rose-like lady, I am deeply fascinated by you. I will kiss the dew on your cheek when the morning comes..."

"Didn't you hear me, rooster in a hurry to return to the roost?"

"What?" The man finally realized that the man was calling him. The insulting name kept echoing in his mind. He gritted his teeth, twitched his mouth, and turned back, ready to teach that ignorant man a lesson.

“Huh?” Seeing the man’s dark black hair and light brown eyes, the man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, “Oh my, who was that? It turns out to be Master Mo Xie!”

Mo Xie raised his chin and snorted. His expression changed faster than turning a page, what a hypocritical person.

"What can I do for you?"

"Open it."

The man's smile froze, his heart pounding, and he asked innocently, "What are you talking about?"

"I don't want to say it again." Feeling a little impatient with this meaningless conversation, Mo Xie narrowed his eyes and strode up to the man.

One against three, the numbers were not advantageous. The boy's body had not yet fully grown, and his skinny body looked weak. His outfit seemed to highlight his weakness, revealing two slender collarbones and wrists with clear veins. Even so, being stared at by those eyes that showed emotion still made him feel strange.

"Could it be that you like her?" After thinking quickly with his eyes rolling, the man asked with an understanding look and a faint smile.

"Would I be interested in such a brat?" Mo Xie shook the bag in his hand and sneered, "Are you insulting me and my family?"

"Don't dare! I am being rude." You are obviously a brat. The man was confused and agitated, not knowing what this little mad dog was going to do.

Mo Xie rubbed his fingertips, and without giving the man time to react, he reached out and lifted up his cloak.

"Heh, sure enough."

What just happened?! The man widened his eyes in surprise.

He only blinked for a moment, and only a golden afterimage flashed in his sight, and his cloak was torn off by a brute force, the fabric broke, the threads flew everywhere, and the suffocation brought by the rope around his neck was close to the horror of death.