Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"Then I'll take my leave."

After giving his feedback, Moshe was promised to produce the third edition within a month, and then left the laboratory under the gaze of those ultramarine eyes.

His sense was seldom wrong.

At some point, Frohn seemed to treat him as a living being that could be dissected and studied. If he had stayed in the lab, his data might have been recorded in the notebook, perhaps even detailed enough to analyze his blinking frequency and micro-expressions.

Perhaps because they had seen him and the Marchioness getting along so harmoniously, the servants and maids at Fort McIntosh had become more respectful toward him recently.

It is reflected in the angle, expression and tone of bowing.

"Master Mo Xie."

"Master Mo, Master Mo Xie, this is the dessert that the chef has just made...Do you want it to be sent to your room?" The young maid whom he had never seen before asked haltingly, holding a plate of freshly baked, steaming exquisite desserts.

"No, you can taste it together. You've worked hard."

In fact, after his rebirth, he did not have much appetite. Apart from the food prepared by Bellion, other food could only be regarded as satisfying basic physiological needs.

After he walked away, he could still hear the maids' whispers thanks to his mentally enhanced senses.

——Oh my god, Master Mo Xie actually said "thank you" to me? !

——These...can we really eat them?

Although she was an individual case pushed out by her colleagues, she was able to muster up the courage to talk to Moshe, and ended up being safe and sound and getting the "reward".

This would be the beginning of a turnaround in Moshe MacIntosh's reputation within Fort MacIntosh.

Mo Xie climbed up the long spiral staircase, and a light golden figure immediately came to meet him.

The girl smiled faintly, "Mo Xie."

"Euphemia." Moshe nodded.

"I'm here to give you this." Euphemia handed him an envelope of classical and elegant style and said, "The college's admission notice."

"Thank you." Mo Xie took it and invited her into the house to sit for a while.

The delivery of letters was usually the responsibility of the butler or the personal attendant. Euphemia was the daughter of Mackintosh, so she handed the letter to him personally. Out of courtesy, she could not let him go back empty-handed.

Entering and leaving the room of a person of the opposite sex should be something that needs careful consideration, even for close family members.

But Euphemia was a noble daughter who read all kinds of literary works and walked in the forefront of new trends. She didn't care about other people's opinions at all. She sat down face to face with Moshe generously, her eyes sparkling, with a look of joy and expectation.

Mo Xie opened the envelope and took out the light blue letter paper. After a quick glance, he felt that the various procedures and systems of this Royal Academy were complicated and trivial.

"As you can see, I still have a lot to prepare, so unfortunately, I can only give you this now." Moshe opened the drawer and took out two neatly written manuscripts. "Ten commonly used sentences for communication. There are phonetic symbols under each sentence. I hope it will be helpful to you."

"I will study hard!" Euphemia took it with both hands, jumping for joy as if she had found a treasure. She even felt that Moshe could see through her thoughts. After learning the theory, it was time to practice, and she needed to practice her skills in speaking Chinese.

"See you tomorrow, Mo Xie." Euphemia knows how to judge the situation and does things decisively without causing trouble to others.

The wooden door opened and closed.

"Belion." After the light footsteps faded away, Mo Xie called in a low voice.

Almost at the moment when the words fell, a ball of gray mist appeared out of thin air in front of him and gradually condensed into a human shape.

"I'm here." The young man with blue hair and silver eyes, wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, knelt on one knee in front of Mo Xie.

When signing the master-servant contract, Bellion said, "As long as you call my name, I will come to you."

He really did what he said. I don't know what kind of magic he used or what principle he used to allow him to teleport to the side of the contractor just by calling out.

This action should have produced obvious fluctuations in magical power, but no one in Castle McIntosh noticed anything unusual.

What a strange man.

As if sensing Moshe's scrutiny, Bellion explained, "This is my clone."

What this means is that the main character is still wearing a chef's uniform and doing his job in the kitchen.

"You don't need to bow when you see me in the future." After saying that, Moshe's eyes followed Bellion's movement upwards, "How is the progress of the task I gave you?"

"It's done." Bellion clenched his right hand in the air, and when he opened his palm, there was a small glass bottle filled with dark purple liquid.

Mo Xie reached out to take it, opened the bottle cap and sniffed it carefully, a look of surprise gradually emerging in his eyes.

The liquid medicine is transparent and clear, without any impurities. Although the unique fragrance of the purple gold rose blends with other materials and becomes a light and mild smell, its main effect has not been weakened.

Just breathing in its fragrance will make you feel refreshed, all the worries seem to fade away from your mind, and your mental energy can be highly concentrated.

"A perfect potion," he praised generously.

There are no ordinary people in the Royal Academy. In the future, they will either be magicians or knights. The entire area must be filled with magic tools and full of magic power.

This dose of magic medicine is a safety measure. If you encounter a situation where you cannot use magic power, you can only rely on it to relieve the symptoms of magic intolerance and improve your mental strength in a short period of time.

At this moment, Bellion, who had been standing quietly waiting for instructions, suddenly raised his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in the depths of his pupils, "The Marquis is back."

"Go ahead. I'll come to you if there's anything." Mo Xie looked at his innocent expression and couldn't help but chuckle.

The curtains fluttered gently, and a breeze blew. The tall young man lowered his eyes, put his right palm on his heart, and turned into a ball of gray mist, which drifted into the air with the wind.

Mo Xie wanted to take back his previous thoughts.

There are people in Fort McIntosh who can spot something strange.

However, that person was responsible for the Sword of the Kingdom and often left home early and returned late for work, so naturally he could not pay attention to Bellion, whose identity was mysterious and whose whereabouts were unpredictable.

The day before the opening ceremony, all students must arrive at the dormitory and complete the sign-in.

Mo Xie took a full three months off before the end of last semester, and had to spend more time than others to supplement his student files and deal with matters related to accommodation, clubs, etc.

The next morning, Moshe, wearing his college uniform and carrying a suitcase, hid the ring in his lining and stood at the main entrance of Fort McIntosh, followed by people who came to see him off.

Even the personal maids were not allowed to follow her to the academy. Meimi stood in the crowd, tightly clutching her apron, her eyes red, looking reluctant and aggrieved.

Wen Li walked up to Mo Xie and tied a silver chain with an ice-blue gemstone around his neck. "Child, wear this."

"This is a communication tool specially designed for the McIntosh family. Our magic lines are recorded into it. It does not require magic to drive it. You just need to hold it and say the name of the contact person, and then you can communicate with the voice synchronously." After saying that, Winry gently straightened his collar and smoothed the wrinkles on his tie.

"Thank you, ma'am. I'll put it to good use."

"Mo Xie, don't forget to write me back." In Chinese, Euphemia took a step forward, raised her hand to her lips, and mouthed the words at an angle that only he could see.

"Ah."

The girl smiled after receiving the response and stepped the small wedge heel hidden under her skirt on the instep of her other foot.

The boy standing next to her, who looked exactly like her, frowned and said incoherently, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." In fact, Moshe really wanted to tell Euphemia that she didn't need to let Arthurs do anything he didn't want to do, as this would cast a shadow on his childhood.

Moshe waved to the crowd, then turned and boarded the carriage heading to the Royal Academy of Rekton.