Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

This happened very suddenly.

Just now, Euphemia had completed the registration for the elementary dormitory building, had a brief conversation with her roommates, and then followed Frohn to the next location.

"Hello, senior."

"Hello."

"Frohn, are there any recent developments in your research?"

Fron McIntosh, this young man will become the focus of everyone as soon as he appears in the college.

Students and teachers passing by would always stop to look at him and occasionally come up to him to chat.

In response, Frohn simply nodded slightly and then walked through the crowd.

Euphemia felt a little strange. Although Brother Fron had a cold personality, he was always humble and polite in dealing with others. How could he ignore others in public?

To those who were confused and thought they had done something wrong, Euphemia smiled, bowed slightly to greet them, and then followed closely behind Frohn into a room that looked like a lounge.

Obviously, this was not one of their destinations on this trip.

Euphemia closed the door and locked it. She didn't know why she did this, maybe it was because of the gradually cold air or her brother's strange state.

She watched the tall, straight figure walking forward, slower and slower, and then suddenly lost balance and swayed left and right a few times, tottering like a dead leaf on a treetop.

"Brother Fron!" Euphemia ran over to support him and raised her head with some effort, "What are you doing——!"

This glance almost made her heart stop and her mind went blank.

There was no blood on Frohn's face, and it even had an abnormal paleness to it. His eyes were tightly closed, and his eyelids and eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost, which kept dropping tiny, cold particles.

What's more important is that his breathing was very weak, his chest rose and fell intermittently, and he looked in extremely bad condition.

Euphemia felt like she was holding a chunk of ice and the feeling in her fingers was about to disappear.

She had never seen Brother Frohn like this, fragile, helpless, and stubborn.

What should I do now?

First, help Brother Frohn to the sofa, and then go to the infirmary. Yes, that's it.

Euphemia tried to keep herself calm and took action immediately.

The young man's solid body pressed heavily on her, and she couldn't move at all. So she activated her magic power and used the simplest movement magic. A purple thread emerged from her fingertips, one end wrapped around Froen's body, and the other end continued to stretch until it was connected to the sofa not far away.

This is the magic of building a movement route through connections and then moving automatically.

Pulled by the purple thread, Frohn's stiff body slowly floated in the air and gently landed on the sofa.

Euphemia used all of her remaining magic power to condense a ball of blazing flame and a protective barrier. These were the only two emergency measures she could take.

Just as she stood up to leave, Frohn suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Brother Fron?" Euphemia asked in surprise.

Froen slowly opened his purple lips and exhaled a cold breath: "...Mo Xie."

Although his voice was faint, Euphemia heard it clearly.

"Okay, I'll call him over now." Between her own thoughts and her brother's orders, Euphemia decisively chose the latter, "Brother Fron, please hold on a little longer!"

Euphemia sat down next to him, clutched the pendant on her chest, and activated the emergency contact line.

After a dazzling light, a calm voice was heard.

"Where are you?"

For some reason, the moment Euphemia heard this voice, all the negative emotions in her heart were relieved.

"We are in the second lounge on the second floor of the elementary school building."

"understood."

After Moshe arrived at the teaching building, he immediately spotted the lounge that Euphemia had mentioned, because its door frame was covered with ice crystals, and a strong magical aura continued to emanate from it.

It's class time now and there are almost no people passing by.

Mo Xie knocked on the door first, but no one answered.

He frowned slightly, with a bad premonition in his heart, and immediately used his magic power to open the door.

The room was filled with a chill that was visible to the naked eye. It was all white, and the outlines of objects could not be seen clearly. The ground was covered with frost, and the closer you got to the center, the colder and sharper it became.

"Moshe!" Euphemia shouted when she heard the noise.

Mo Xie walked into the lounge, locked the door, and asked through the misty white fog: "How long has this situation lasted?"

"About twenty minutes." Euphemia's voice was trembling. Florn's powerful magic broke through her barrier, and now her magic was still recovering, so she could no longer use fire magic to keep warm.

When Mo Xie came to the two of them, the powerful magic stimulated every cell in his body through his skin. His eyelids trembled, and he completely let go of his control over the spirit fetus.

The warm magic power circulated rapidly in the body, deftly dissolving the magic power and alleviating the symptoms of the main body's magic intolerance. At the same time, a part of it overflowed from the body and blended with the magic power in the air, turning them into steaming water vapor.

Euphemia looked at everything in front of her in amazement. Is this really the Moshe I know?

In this icy space, only Mo Xie's surroundings were stable and safe. He seemed to be surrounded by rain and fog, with water drops constantly falling from the air.

What amazed Euphemia the most was that the water droplets did not refreeze into ice, but sank into the carpet and gathered on the smooth floor tiles, forming small puddles one after another.

Moshe knelt on one knee and gently placed his hand on Fron's chest, trying to use his magic power to dispel the cold for him as before.

After a while, he found that Frohn's physical condition had worsened.

Euphemia asked softly, "Should I go get a doctor?"

"hold on."

Moshe covered Frohn's eyes with his hands again, and the ice crystals quickly melted into round water droplets that slid down like pearls from a broken string.

The magic power didn't work? No, that's not right. It didn't enter his body at all.

why?

Suddenly, a piercing pain went up along Mo Xie's tailbone and directly to his brain, causing him to become unstable and his vision blurred.

"Are you okay?" Euphemia half hugged him and said, "Don't be so stubborn!"

"fine."

Moshe smiled, patted Euphemia's shoulder gently, and injected magic power into her body to dispel the cold for her.

"You--" Euphemia could naturally feel the changes in her body and stared at him with extremely complicated eyes.

Mo Xie endured the severe pain and entered the perception field of vision. Within just a few breaths, he found the problem.

It turned out to be the case.

This is not an ordinary cold poison, but an advanced control magic that can be countered.

If he couldn't remove the magic, he wouldn't be able to heal Frohn.

Time waits for no one, and if he delays any further, Frohn’s life might really be in danger.

"I'm going to get something, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, Mo Xie slowly stood up and snapped his fingers. The rain and mist that originally surrounded him drifted to Euphemia, and then he left the lounge and ran towards the middle school dormitory building.