Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Xiao Mo? Are you calling me?

Moshe's gaze fell on the natural stone slab, and the man's dark cloak and silver mask disappeared.

At this time, a little light appeared in the distance, accompanied by the sound of leisurely footsteps.

He is the night watchman in the college.

Mo Xie withdrew his gaze, activated his magic power, and a green ball of light quickly condensed in his palm.

Then he put his five fingers together and clenched them lightly, and the ball of light instantly turned into countless light spots and flew away.

The plants in the garden received invaluable nutrients and began to sway their branches and leaves to show their gratitude.

Some fruit trees carefully stretched out their branches covered with green leaves in front of Mo Xie. The green leaves retracted back, revealing a round and plump fruit, quietly waiting for him to pick it.

The fruit tree looked as if it was saying "You must accept it", and its flexible branches were frozen in mid-air, motionless.

The light in the distance was getting bigger and bigger, and the night watchman was getting closer. Mo Xie had no choice but to take it off gently.

The plants in this world are very different from those in the previous life.

In the previous life, in order to consolidate her position, Victoria almost monopolized all the material resources that the surrounding small countries relied on for survival, and caused irreversible damage to the ecological environment.

The surviving plants were either transformed by the magic potion or forced to evolve independent consciousness and become creatures similar to Warcraft.

They have their own ideas and will only act for their own benefit. They will never give up their bodies easily.

The plants in this world are what they were in their original form and are an indispensable part of nature.

They have no independent consciousness and all their actions are based on instinct, so they appear particularly stubborn.

Seeing that its return gift was accepted, the fruit tree shook its branches and leaves happily and returned to its original ordinary appearance.

Other flowers, plants and trees were silently doing what they could, constantly emitting vitality and gradually covering the atmosphere with the aura of witchcraft.

That's why Moshe provides them with nutrients.

Before the night watchman arrived, Moshe returned to the dormitory first.

He gently pushed open the door. His roommate's breathing was steady, and he was not affected at all by the noise of him coming in and out.

How did that man know my name? And what was his relationship to the McIntoshes?

With all kinds of questions in mind, Mo Xie locked the treasure given by the man into the drawer and lay back on the bed.

Through the man's murderous behavior just now, he had a new direction of investigation in his mind.

There are also wizards in this world. They are also regarded as dangerous elements and face the same fate of being eliminated.

Could this also be related to "God's instructions"?

Perhaps because he was physically tired, or perhaps because he had used too much strength, Mo Xie folded his hands and placed them flat on his abdomen, blinking sleepily.

After the martial arts exam is over, I will go to the college library to look up relevant information and learn more about it.

Ah, forgot something important.

No meditation or checking in with the spirit world today.

This body really doesn't have the vitality of a young person. At least I need to finish these first...

Dalio's steady breathing sounded like a hypnotic note to Moshe. His iron will could no longer resist the overwhelming sleepiness. His eyelids closed tightly and he fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the sunlight shone onto Dalio's face through the gaps in the curtains.

"Hmm..." He frowned and sat up, rubbing his eyes in a daze.

Mo Xie must have left early again? Thinking of this, Dalio got out of bed and just put on his slippers to wash up when he was suddenly attracted by the sound of shallow breathing.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the bed next to him with dull eyes.

The black-haired boy had a calm face, sleeping in a very proper posture. His chest rose and fell slightly, and a white bandage and some light brown marks could be vaguely seen through his collar.

Oh, this is a rare sight. Dalio unconsciously walked closer, knelt down, and looked at Moshe's sleeping face curiously.

Mo Xie usually goes to bed late and gets up early, and always reviews his textbooks before going to bed, which is completely opposite to his daily routine.

This was the first time he saw this influential figure sleeping, and his appearance was quite different from the ferocious one described in the rumors.

Yes, after going through a confrontation like that, one must feel exhausted both physically and mentally.

The scar on Moshe's face caused by Denton's axe has turned into a thin line. As expected, the special medical potion made by the academy is effective.

Some people say that he doesn't look alike the Marquis and the Marquis, and that they have ordinary looks. I think they simply have problems with their eyes.

Look at this mouth, isn't it a one-to-one copy of the Marquis? And look at the outline of the eyes, not too big or too small, just the right size! And...

Dalio's eyes slowly moved upwards, and he suddenly frowned in confusion.

Huh? What happened? It was not there when I went to bed last night.

A strand of hair on Mo Xie's forehead seemed to have been burned by something, and it was slightly curled, making it particularly eye-catching.

Dalio raised his hand cautiously, wanting to touch the strand of hair.

It was the slight sound of the sleeves rubbing against each other that startled Mo Xie. He suddenly opened his eyes and glanced sharply to his side.

After seeing that the other person was his curly-haired roommate, Moshe blinked, relaxed his expression, smiled and said, "Good morning, Dario."

"Good morning." Dalio responded with some stammering.

His eyes are golden! At such a close distance, I definitely saw it right this time!

Why did his eyes turn gold? Was it a recessive trait that ran in the McIntosh family?

Dalio's heart began to beat violently, as excited as if he had discovered a new continent.

But soon, Dalio was struck by his own thought, "I feel like a pervert," and suddenly felt very embarrassed.

At this moment, a noisy noise happened to come from outside, allowing him to cover up his rude behavior.

"Um...it's so noisy outside, did something happen?"

"I don't know."

So the two of them walked to the window together and looked down.

Outside the dormitory building, Frohn was talking to a young girl.

The girl has long light golden hair, which looks like fine silk under the sunlight, bright and smooth.

The source of the noisy noise was naturally the students of different grades hiding behind the buildings.

They didn't dare to go near and could only watch from afar.

"Could that be... Miss Euphemia?" Dario opened his mouth in surprise. "Oh my God, she looks even better in person than in the portrait--!"

cute.

Dario wanted to say this adjective, but he kept silent in front of the girl's brother.

The brother and sister seemed to have a telepathic connection. Euphemia raised her eyes inadvertently, and her deep blue eyes reflected the tall building of the middle school dormitory, as well as the person standing by the window, smiling at her and mouthing "welcome".

He seemed fine, and my worries were unnecessary.

Euphemia smiled and waved to Moshe.

"What a pity, I forgot to bring the Image Stone."

"The Inquisition warned."