Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

The light area and chaotic area of ​​the spiritual world have been completed, and the dark area that had previously shown signs of being unblocked now only has a layer of film left. As long as Mo Xie's consciousness touches this film, it will be bounced back immediately.

His consciousness remained at the junction of chaos and darkness, and he vaguely saw patches and piles of shadows inside the film.

The sizes and heights vary, as if they are made up of some stacked ring-shaped objects.

In order to build a complete spiritual world and break through to the highest realm, unlocking and building the dark area are necessary conditions.

So what can we do now?

Thinking like this, Mo Xie's consciousness slowly floated back to the bright area.

The layout of Wang Family Academy was very practical. After replicating the academy's rectangular bulletin board, he also stored several professional course textbooks in the book of memory.

Perhaps continuing to help the original body complete the "imperfection" can open this membrane.

Mo Xie stayed by the crystal clear lake, looking at the overlapping reflections of the black-haired boy and the young man on the lake.

However, the clues we have now are too few to piece together a relatively complete life experience of the original person.

The two people with the most suspicious positions are Bellion and Winry.

The former has formed a master-servant contract with him and will not pose a threat to him unless his soul is annihilated or interfered with by force majeure.

The latter was protected by the title of great lord, and her own strength was not fully revealed. As for her stepmother, it was easy for him to approach her, but not easy to test her.

He needs to find a new breakthrough.

His intuition told him that the breakthrough point was in Wang Family Academy.

High in the sky, the scales that symbolize the spiritual state turned into an equal posture. The huge hourglass on the beam reversed its direction and began to sprinkle sand down at a slow speed.

At this time, mental strength has been fully restored, and can even be described as abundant.

Then Mo Xie's consciousness withdrew from the spiritual world and slowly opened his eyes.

The sky had darkened, the sun had completely disappeared below the horizon, and the bright crescent moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silver glow on the sunset hills.

I don't know when Bellion let go of his hand. He stood there like a statue. His bright silver eyes quickly swept over when Mo Xie raised his eyes, and he promptly sent a calm concern: "Although your mental strength has recovered, you have strained several muscles in your body. Do you need me to relax you?"

While sharing his mental power, Bellion also took the opportunity to check Moshe's physical condition. High-purity magic power lingered around him, as if ready to take effect at any time.

Mo Xie shook his head and said, "No need."

"So would you like a midnight snack?"

"No need." His subordinates didn't need to do these things.

Moshe maintained a calm expression and raised his hand to signal Bellion to end his questioning. "Thank you, Bellion. I'm fine now. You can go back." The martial arts exam rematch is imminent, the match schedule should have been announced, and it's time to go back and make some preparations.

The tall young man stared at his back as he turned and left, and closed his mouth silently.

Moshe thought that Bellion would just turn into gray mist and leave, but he didn't expect that he was walking in front, with people following him at a distance of three steps behind him.

Two sounds of footsteps, one deep and one shallow, echoed on the quiet hill path.

A scene similar to this had occurred on the day the master-servant contract was formed.

For a person who is actually thirty years old and has reached the highest level, he is silently escorted with an almost paranoid attitude.

Moshe thought that Bellion might not know what this behavior of following meant to the highest commander of the Alliance Military.

The back is a blind spot and a part that is difficult to reach with physical activities, so it will only be entrusted to people you absolutely trust.

Bellion's identity is a mystery and his purpose is suspicious. Moshe acquiesced to his following, but did not give him all his trust.

He should also know that if he repeatedly tests the edge of this red line, it might cause danger, so he suddenly stopped.

"Mr. Mo Xie."

What's the matter? Mo Xie turned around and asked with his eyes.

Bellion handed him a yellow translucent vial and said, "This is for you."

Mo Xie reached out to take the vial and shook it gently. The tiny solid particles in it rolled neatly as the bottle shook.

Before he could think about it, a buzzing sound came from the end of the road, and the magic bus with orange lights on slowly approached.

It was probably the last bus, and the driver looked a little tired.

Mo Xie didn't let him wait, he stepped into the carriage directly and sat down by the window.

"Goodbye."

Bellion bowed slightly, placed his palm on his heart and saluted, "I wish you good luck in the exam."

Then the magic bus started quickly and sped away in the darkness. The figure standing by the bus station seemed to have been watching the bus go away until there was no light at the end of the road.

call--

A gentle evening breeze blew by, and the figure followed the trajectory of the wind, disappearing as if it was blown away.

Although the magic bus is powered by magic, most of the magic is stored in closed devices, and only a small part is used to maintain the operation of other facilities in the car, so the amount of magic in the air is very small.

This level will only cause mild symptoms of magic intolerance.

He was the only passenger on the magic bus now, and no surveillance equipment or traces of magic were found in the car.

Why not take a look at what this is first?

Thinking of this, Mo Xie unscrewed the cap of the yellow bottle and gently poured out a few pills into his palm.

First, I sniffed the smell carefully, and found a hint of fresh floral scent mixed with the strong smell of dust.

Then he extended the tip of his tongue and rolled the tiny particles into his mouth.

When a faint bitterness spread in his mouth, Mo Xie suddenly showed a look of surprise.

He could feel the state of his body changing.

Stiff limbs become light and muscle soreness is relieved.

What's even more miraculous is that the strangled spirit fetus also got a chance to relax, and the witch power gradually flowed through the body like a trickle, achieving the basic conditions for performing witchcraft.

Is this... a healing potion?

The fact that it can produce an effect after taking such a small amount means it is at least of high quality.

Moreover, the particles are soft and the inner core is still a little warm, which shows that they were refined recently.

No wonder Bellion smells like water and flowers.

He should have done all of this by himself, researching the recipe, conducting repeated experiments, finding materials, and finalizing the finished product.

Is this considered self-taught? It's really surprising.

Mo Xie stroked the small bottle and turned to look out the window.

The car slowed down gradually and stopped in front of a group of quaint and elegant buildings. At the same time, a gentle female voice sounded, broadcasting in standard Lorpu and another language that Moshe could not understand.

"We are about to arrive at the Royal College Station. Passengers, please take your belongings and prepare to get off the train."

"Take care." The driver couldn't help yawning and said with tears in his eyes.

After seeing off the last passenger, the bus made a series of buzzing sounds and then flew out like an arrow.

The curfew at Wangjia College is 1 a.m. It is said that the reason for setting this time is to make it convenient for students to study.

The doors of the college are still open and you only need to show your student ID to enter.

When passing the guard room, Mo Xie stopped briefly and said to the dazed man inside: "Hello."

The man seemed to have not expected Mo Xie to greet him. He remained in a daze with his head supported by one hand. After a moment, he quickly responded, "Uh... hello, classmate. Why are you back so late?"

"Ah."

Mo Xie nodded slightly in greeting, and without further chat, he went straight to the notice board.

He quickly found his group in the match table.

Moshe Mackintosh, next to him is a very familiar name, and I often hear students talking about him recently.

It's that person, Mo Xie thought calmly.