Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

At No. 6 Nade Street in Wangcheng District, there is an inconspicuous tavern. On the door hangs a wooden board with the special food of the day written in charcoal pencil.

There were several strong men sitting at the wooden round table. They were all regular customers of the tavern and had no fixed jobs. The moment the door was opened, the heavy breathing and conversation gradually faded, and pairs of bloodshot eyes turned together, quietly following the figure of the person who came.

His inquiring eyes fell on his exquisitely crafted clothes and the sword that didn't fit his figure at all, until he disappeared at the end of the stairs.

This is a secret room with a wooden door that almost blends in with the brown wall, and sounds of conversation can be faintly heard from inside.

"Are you really satisfied with just these ordinary materials?" Mo Xie lay on his side on the soft chair, supporting his head with his left hand.

"Yes, thank you very much." The person who responded to him was a woman with long flaxen hair and a gentle temperament.

The woman put the ores and metals of various colors into the cabinet and turned around with a smile on her face. Her long and thick eyelashes fluttered slowly, and her emerald eyes were shining like pure gems.

"Ok."

"Are you okay?"

"It's just a trivial matter." Mo Xie unbuttoned the top button, loosened his collar and said, "What are you going to talk about today?"

"The origin of the Holy Spirit Celebration." The woman walked to the window and drew the curtains, and the room instantly became dim. She struck a match, then leaned over to light the lamp. A faint aroma began to spread, almost blending in with the quaint wooden furniture.

"It's a festival that has lasted for hundreds of years to commemorate the so-called god's first coming after the creation of the world." Mo Xie frowned slightly and said, "To be honest, I've heard it countless times. Can you tell me a different story?"

"Of course." The woman came to him and sat down gently. "But I think it will be useful information for you."

"Oh?" Mo Xie raised the corners of his lips, smiling subtly, "You know what I want."

"I can't say for sure. I just want to help you as much as I can, that's all." The woman stared at him calmly.

Mo Xie looked at her for a moment, leaned back in his chair, sniffed the scent of incense, and slowly closed his eyes, "Go ahead."

The woman's voice was as sweet as the call of a jaywalker, like a gurgling stream in a verdant mountain, flowing over round stones, splashing pure and flawless water, and composing a tinkling melody.

A long time ago, before this world took shape, the vast space was pitch black.

At a special time point, a mass of insubstantial chaos suddenly broke in and wandered in the cold fluid.

At first, He created some debris in order to distinguish directions. The debris emitted a faint light, scattered everywhere, and floated randomly.

Then He discovered that He could create other things. One after another, spheres filled with power were born, and a large amount of debris was gathered together to form countless dazzling passages.

An indescribable feeling sprouted in the chaos. He trembled silently, grew bones, flesh and blood, and possessed a function called "consciousness".

He descended into space in a completely new posture and gave different names to creatures according to their characteristics.

Then, in this boundless, dark and cyclical space, the vast Milky Way, the sun, the moon and the stars appeared.

But Chaos was not satisfied with this, He wanted to create a being with independent consciousness just like Him.

So lonely.

He thought.

Even if the space is filled with light, warmth and tranquility, He can only snuggle up to His creations and mutter to himself.

Chaos tried to inject its own power into creations, giving them something like a "core" so that they could develop independent consciousness under the catalysis of time.

"In the end, we humans were born." Mo Xie sneered.

The woman nodded. “You’ve guessed the end of the story.”

"It talks about the origin of the Holy Spirit Celebration, which is a festival for mankind, so why does it end with the birth of mankind?" Mo Xie was puzzled.

"Because humans are the last creation of the Creator God."

"It seems that even God's imagination will eventually run out."

The woman smiled slightly, said nothing, and then pushed a plate of snacks in front of Mo Xie.

The snacks are simple in shape, attractive in color and fragrant in aroma.

But Mo Xie restrained his smile, his face suddenly became gloomy, "Eve, you obviously know it."

"Your sense of smell is still so sharp. I thought the fishy smell of eggs had been reduced to a minimum." Eve did not show any panic at all. She lowered her eyes and put the snacks back on the table with a little regret.

"Don't do this next time, I will think you are challenging my patience." After whispering a warning, Mo Xie raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of gloomy eyes. "I might hurt you, understand?"

Eve shook her head without hesitation after hearing this, "You won't."

Moshe stared at her quietly for a moment, as if wondering where her confidence came from.

"Go on, besides the God of Creation, who are the other characters that appear?"

"The God of Creation completed his transformation after the birth of consciousness. He established connections with all things in the world and was omnipresent. As time went on, his thoughts and consciousness diverged, half yearning for light and half yearning for darkness."

"It's like two separate personalities? Interesting." Mo Xie suddenly became curious, his eyes fell on the swaying wick, and he said to himself: "The god believed in by humans is actually half a body, and it is probably the bright half..."

"At the same time, two masses of chaos filled with impurities were separated from His body. Although they are only an insignificant part of the God of Creation, they are still more advanced existences for God's creations." After saying that, Eve picked up the kettle and poured Moshe a glass of water.

"How should we understand chaos? It has no signs of life, but it has independent consciousness and mysterious power." Moshe pondered, "Is it a soul?"

"You can understand it this way: Chaos is the soul in a narrow sense."

"So, it was those two Chaos that came to this world first and left behind corresponding customs and concepts, paving the way for the formation of beliefs after the birth of mankind."

"Yes, just as you said." In the dimly lit room, the flames flickered in the lamps, and Eve's emerald eyes were shining and moist. "To be honest, I'm surprised. This is the first time you have discussed so much with me. Accurate judgment, clear logic... maybe you are more suitable to be a narrator than me."

"A story is just a story after all. I don't know how many times it has been adapted in the process of being circulated." Mo Xie looked back at her with an extremely serious look in his eyes.

"But, Eve, under your guidance, I can explore the unknown world, be there in person, and face the truth. You are the best storyteller, no doubt about it."

Hearing this heartfelt compliment, Eve smiled softly, "It's my honor to receive your recognition."

After that, the two of them tacitly skipped the topic of "the origin of the Holy Spirit Celebration" and talked about everything from making incense to skin care essential oils, and from strange tax analysis to parliamentary reform.

All their opinions and conclusions were recorded in a magic notebook.

It was a birthday gift from Moshe to Eve, and was a magic item designed and made by Hogorechi, the recognized master of magic items in Renekton.

"Did anything interesting happen today?" Several golden threads flew out from Eve's palm, floating in the air and transformed into chains, closing the magic notebook that was also glowing with golden light and locking it tightly.

Moshe said casually: "On the way here, I met a rooster. It was not only stupid but also noisy. I helped him discipline his disobedient mouth."

"Although I know you can handle things in moderation, please be more careful." Eve's eyes showed worry. "The Holy Spirit Celebration has entered the preparation stage, and the Tribunal will step up its efforts. You should know this better than I do."

Mo Xie did not reply, but instead pulled aside the curtains and looked at the sky outside.

"Eve, I'm leaving after dinner here, help me get ready."

Eve was stunned at first and uttered a questioning sound. Then she immediately reacted and clasped her hands together happily, "Thank you, Mr. Rooster, for giving me the opportunity to show off my cooking skills in front of you."

Moshe's light brown eyes also lit up with joy, and he laughed, "Ha! I can actually hear you telling a joke, Eve. June 1106, 6 in the Renekton calendar, a day worth remembering."

"Then please wait a moment."

"Just keep it simple."

The tall woman just gave him a faint smile and gently closed the wooden door.