Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

The moment the bell rang, announcing the end of the physical education class, almost all students were exhausted and looked exhausted.

"It seems that the students still need to strengthen their training!"

Hey! Not everyone wants to be a knight, shouldn't you come in different levels?

"Then see you next class!" Rabbitt said sarcastically, not caring about the glares from the students. He picked up the equipment that was taller than him and turned away.

“There’s a reason why we have one physical education class a week.”

"Hurry up and give me a hand. I want to drink some water."

Mo Xie was in good condition. Although he was sweating profusely and his hands and feet were weak, he could still walk.

Dalio lay on the ground motionless, even his breathing was very weak.

Dalio didn't even have the strength to speak now. He did not refuse Moshe's help. He allowed his arms to be lifted up and then placed on the other's shoulders, delivering most of his body weight.

The two walked slowly towards the dormitory building. The senior students passing by had already suffered from Rabbit's torture and were accustomed to this scene.

The freshman in the elementary department pretended to be taking a walk while stealing glances at their miserable condition out of the corner of his eyes. It was unknown what he thought of, but his expression became a little ugly.

At the bottom of the dormitory building, facing away from the road.

A familiar figure was leaning against the wall, apparently waiting for someone.

Mo Xie walked up to him, stopped, and said, "Brother Froen."

who? !

When Dalio saw this young man with long black hair and a cool temperament, his originally misty eyes instantly became clear and bright.

He straightened his back with an effort, his brain working rapidly.

Frohn McIntosh, a leader among the younger generation of the Kingdom of Rekton, was directly employed as the second assistant in the college laboratory after graduating from the advanced department. He was a rare talent in the entire academic community.

Sir? Your Excellency? Senior? What should I address this person?

Dalio opened and closed his mouth, struggling for a moment, and then uttered a weak voice, "Hello, senior."

Frohn nodded slightly to him, then said to Moshe: "Come with me."

Moshe slowly loosened his grip so that Curly could stand steadily, "Dalio, can you do this on your own?"

"Yes! Of course!" Dalio felt a chill when he saw the pair of cyan eyes staring at him. He waved his hand and said, "Go ahead. Don't worry about me."

"See you in the dormitory."

"Ah."

Only after the McIntosh brothers disappeared from his sight did Dalio breathe a sigh of relief.

Is it because of the huge class gap? Why do I feel that my seniors are a bit scary?

By the way, what rank is the senior... a first-class wizard?

An 18-year-old first-class wizard? !

Ha, yes, it is scary.

The God of Creation is indeed biased. Is this a talent that only humans can possess? !

Dalio thought angrily and walked into the dormitory building with an awkward posture.

On the other side, Moshe followed Frohn in twists and turns, gradually moving away from the center of the college area, and came to an independent building about five stories high.

The overall shape of the building is close to a cube, surrounded by a circle of metal guardrails, and there is a ring-like object on each spire.

Frohn stood at the entrance of the fence, raised his hand slightly to block Moshe, and took out a small card with a metallic luster from his pocket with his other hand.

Apparently, it's a pass or something like that.

Because it looked too much like a product of the technological age and was out of place in this kingdom full of retro atmosphere, Moshe took a few more glances at it.

"If you break in without verifying your identity, these devices will release advanced lightning magic." Frohn explained calmly and stepped forward.

"I see." That's why it was built on the edge of the college area.

Moshe nodded thoughtfully and followed him into the building.

Metal walls, neat laboratory tables, and complex and sophisticated instruments.

There was a strange smell in the air, and the source seemed to be the reagent bottle that was gurgling with green smoke.

This should be where Froen works, the laboratory of the Royal Academy of Rekton.

Frohn picked up a booklet from the table and asked as he flipped through it, "Did you learn that set of moves from Itami?"

Mo Xie was slightly startled. He didn't expect that a busy man like Frohn would actually watch him take a class. "I practiced by myself."

Frohn stopped turning the pages, looked at him, and did not respond.

Don't you believe this answer? Mo Xie looked at him calmly.

Indeed, since they were a family living under the same roof, it was reasonable to assume that "Moshe" would not be able to master this skill independently.

Frohn picked up the pen and signed his name on the last page of the booklet. Then, as if he had forgotten the topic he had just brought up, he handed him a fountain pen with a dark green casing.

"This is the third version. It has a faster startup speed, a larger energy slot, and can control the length freely."

Moshe took the pen, feeling the cool and smooth touch in his hand, then turned to the side where no one was, took off the pen cap, and gently pressed the round button on the pen.

A red light instantly shot out from the tip of the pen, forming a thin red beam of light about an arm's length.

Press the button again, and the light beam will become as long as the arm span before, which shows that its length is controlled by the time the button is pressed.

The advantage of this design is that you can adjust your attack and defense strategies according to changes in the battle situation.

Frohn tapped the surface of the laboratory table with his index finger. After a slight "click", a round hole appeared in the middle.

Then a scarred test target rose from the round hole. The metal surface had become unrecognizable, exposing the black substance inside.

Moshe turned his wrist, and the red beam of light drew a smooth trajectory in the air. In the blink of an eye, the tiny shadows of light passed over the test target, directly cutting off its protruding edges and corners.

"Thank you, Brother Fron." Mo Xie thanked him sincerely.

Fron had indeed done him a great favour, so that he did not have to resort to the use of his magic power in dealing with trifles.

"It is your exclusive weapon. You should give it a name."

After a moment of silence, Mo Xie put away his lightsaber, stroked the cold outer shell of the fountain pen, and said the two words that had been lingering in his mind for a long time, "Pen head."

Frohn couldn't understand it because it was a homonym of the Chinese language that could not be translated into Lorpe.

The tip of the pen is like a dagger, an effective weapon for close combat.

With Moshe's current physique, he is more suitable for an offensive strategy with fast speed and high accuracy.

Then it is reasonable to name it the pen head, right?

"There is one thing you need to pay attention to. Although this weapon can cut ordinary metals, the actual damage it causes to medium and high-quality anti-magic equipment is minimal." Frohn did not comment on the name of the weapon, but instead brought up another important topic, "Tomorrow is the martial arts exam, so do your best."

"Don't forget you're representing McIntosh."

"Yes, I will always remember that I am a member of the McIntosh family and will never bring shame to the family." Moshe gave an impeccable answer.

Anti-magic equipment? I've seen it in a book before.

"Hmm..." At this moment, Frohn's condition suddenly became a little abnormal. His face turned pale, and he took a deep breath and sat down on the chair.

Moshe looked at Frohn and took the initiative to extend his hand to him, "Perhaps... Brother, do you need my help now?"

Hearing this, Frohn slowly raised his head, and a thin layer of frost gradually condensed on his beautiful, precious blue eyes.

Sometimes, having too much power is not a good thing.

Moshe held Floyd's raised hand, which was too cold to be the temperature of a living person.

Fortunately, this place is far away from the center of the academy, so he can use a small amount of magic power to regulate the magic power in Floyn's body and dispel the cold.

If I could reach a higher level, I should be able to cure this symptom.

Mo Xie squatted down, stared at the young man's stern face and thought to himself.