Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Was he letting his guard down too much, or was it just a coincidence?

"My Lord Count!"

"Are you okay?"

The two guards were also unable to react in time. While steadying the man, they carefully observed Mo Xie's actions.

"Ahem..." The man loosened his laces and said with suppressed anger: "Mr. Mo Xie, I respect the Marquis and treat you with courtesy. However, your behavior just now infringed my personal safety. Do you know what the consequences of doing so are?"

Even if you are a direct descendant of the McIntosh family, you cannot act unreasonably based on your status. The man winked at the guard and prepared to call the patrol.

"Where did you get this?" Mo Xie ignored him, his eyes fell in front of him, and his voice was low.

Ha! It turns out that he was attracted by this custom-made brooch. He is indeed a young boy.

The man keenly grasped the key point of the conversation, and his anger immediately subsided. He spoke with obvious interest and joy: "You really have a good eye! This is an artificial feather brooch that I asked a craftsman to customize. It is not only exquisitely crafted and colorful, but also has intermediate-level shapeshifting magic and sensory magic attached to it, so it has a certain degree of practicality."

Mad dog? No, it's clearly a fat lamb.

Although the Mackintosh family's style of doing things is low-key and simple, they have built a solid foundation in many fields and have a stable source of funds. Although Moshe Mackintosh cannot be the heir, he lives a rich life under the protection of the family.

"Man-made." Mo Xie's expression remained unchanged. He took a step closer, as if observing carefully. "Are you sure?"

"Of course, how dare I deceive you?" A scoundrel who has no knowledge and has not even passed the most basic biology class probably doesn't even know the source of feathers, so how can he distinguish between the real and the imitation? The man smiled, but sneered in his heart.

"No. 17, Canvey Street, Royal City. It used to be a bakery, but now it's a jewelry business. You may not know that it's the first store in Rekton's history to be authorized to sell exotic goods. The collision of different cultures has produced many jewelry that can be called works of art, which have recently become popular in the upper social circles. For regular customers, it can provide a series of services such as customization, maintenance, and repair."

The man was calm and confident, as if he had prepared the introduction in advance, and he spoke fluently without stumbling.

What will they do with the money? They will form a business group with those unruly guys in the union, and then export all these products abroad...

However, the next second, Moshe stared at the colorful brooch and broke his fantasy.

"The tail feathers of an adult crowing bird during its seasonal transition, the belly feathers of a juvenile lily of the valley sparrow during its fledging period, the crown feathers of an adult snow-crowned kite during its fledging period, and... a 'gray' gem." The tone was flat and affirmative. Mo Xie looked up and saw the man's face turn pale in an instant, and he suddenly chuckled.

This, this is impossible! How could he know the origins of feathers and gems?

The man opened his mouth blankly, but closed it because he didn't know what to say. Every word Moshe said struck his brain, roughly scraping away the prepared words until there was nothing inside. He didn't even react when his brooch was taken away.

"My Lord Earl..." The guard usually moved between civilians and nobles, and had long heard of Moshe's nickname "Mad Dog". At this moment, he accidentally met his deep gaze and shuddered as if he was pricked by a needle.

"What did you say just now? You dare not lie to me?" Mo Xie, who was extremely dissatisfied with this dumbfounded state, sneered and took another step forward, breathing interlaced, approaching the dangerous distance. "It seems that your mouth is not very obedient. Let me help you teach it a lesson."

As soon as he finished speaking, the arm that looked weak, with obvious bones and unusually thin was suddenly raised up, along with the bag in the hand, making a chaotic metal collision sound, and then it lashed the man's left cheek like a whip.

The two guards tried to protect the man behind them, but it was too late halfway through. The sword flashed past, but they barely blocked the back hand, and felt a sharp pain deep into their bones. Their master's eyes rolled back, and he fell to the ground without standing steadily.

The young man who committed the crime looked calm. He reached out to catch the slowly falling hair, blew a breath on his rapidly swollen palm, and said with a playful gleam in his eyes, "Don't thank me too much."

"Bah!" The man spat out the blood in his mouth, shook his head to regain consciousness, propped himself up on the ground with his arms and shouted, "Waste! You two wastes! What's the point of having you as guards?!"

"What are you still standing there for? Go call the patrol!"

The guard who didn't hold the girl ran away in a hurry, knocking down many pedestrians in the panic, causing some commotion. Another one, probably considering Mo Xie's identity, just held the sword in front of him with one hand, looking like he was in a dilemma.

"Very good. 'This person tried to defraud me and induce me to commit a crime, and I accidentally hurt him in self-defense in the excitement.' How about it, this is a good excuse, right?" Mo Xie was in a good mood at the moment, and his tone became more relaxed.

He casually took the purse and threw it at the man, waving his hand and saying, "Take it and get out of here."

"How can this be resolved like this!" You bastard, you call this self-defense? Can this kind of thing be solved with money? I will make you pay the price! The man roared in his heart, but in reality he was holding his swollen cheek with a miserable look.

"Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have the support of the Marquis of Mackintosh. I'm going to bring you to court!"

"It doesn't matter. I'm looking forward to going around the detention center again." Mo Xie shrugged nonchalantly. "Ah, it suddenly occurred to me that I seem to be a witness to some major crime, right?"

"You!" The man was furious, holding his chest and breathing hard. "How dare you say something without any evidence?" This madman's thoughts are really unpredictable. He has never been nosy before, why is he acting so strange today?

"Do doctors in the court eat for free?" Mo Xie looked at him as if he was an idiot.

If he were to file a complaint first based on his status, the court would notice his crazy words and if they followed the clues...

Anyway, I can only avoid it this time.

The man had a plan in mind, and he helped the guard to stand up in a somewhat awkward manner. He did not refute again, but slowly pulled out a scroll from his waist.

At first glance, it looked very ordinary, just a roll of brown paper. But if you look closely, you can see that it is engraved with patterns of magic circles, which means that it carries magic power and is an extraordinary magic tool.

"Let's both take a step back and let this matter go. But please remember that your actions will be heard by every citizen of Renekton without reservation. Haha... Let me introduce myself finally. I'm Earl Gore. I hope that when we meet again next time, you can at least observe the most basic etiquette." The Earl, whose left eye was swollen to a slit, spoke incoherently and raised his hand to signal the guards to let the girl go.

He needed to give an explanation to the upcoming patrol.

"Okay, I'll try my best." Mo Xie looked bored and raised his hand to push back his slightly long bangs.

"Hah..." Gore took a deep breath, trying to maintain the last bit of his noble image.

"Watch out, Master Moshe, this is something you will never be able to do." Gore raised his lips with great effort, unfolded the scroll and tore it in the middle. He muttered something in a low voice, and a golden magic circle suddenly appeared under his feet, emitting a dazzling light, and at the same time a beam of light rose up to encircle the two of them.

"Goodbye." These two words were said with gritted teeth.

It is an ability that only magicians of at least the first level can comprehend, the ability to draw magic scrolls.

"Childish." Mo Xie just watched them disappear into thin air, suddenly sneered, raised his hand to smooth the wrinkles on his collar, and turned to walk towards the main road.

"That!" A hoarse voice came from behind.

Don't stop.

"Thank you, thank you..." The girl sat against the wall, hugged herself tightly with her arms, tears welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed and gasped.

"Don't get me wrong, I just happened to come across something that interested me." Mo Xie said without turning his head, "And take away... the things that the rooster left behind."

The girl turned her head and saw a purse embroidered with delicate patterns lying quietly on the ground.