Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Mo Xie concentrated his mental strength, feeling the control over the muscles of his limbs, while also using the "Riding the Wind", a guard move from the Mo family's elementary self-defense technique.

The oncoming wind blew up his hair, revealing his forehead covered with sweat. The whole person seemed to be flying in the air, leaving behind a trail of afterimage.

Frohn probably didn't want others to see him in that state, so he had to get that thing back before the students filed out of the get out of class.

He didn't know why he was so eager.

Is it because as a wizard he couldn't bear the passing of life, or was it because he was grateful to the other party for helping him customize weapons, or was it the thoughts left by the original body?

Either way, it is undeniable that Frohn Mackintosh was an important person to him.

"Hello--" The voice faded away before it even finished speaking.

The dormitory teacher with curly hair and a bloated body raised his head in horror, but only saw a black afterimage.

"God of Creation, what happened..."

Mo Xie rushed into the dormitory, opened the drawer, and took out the coin-sized treasure.

This was exactly the apprenticeship gift that the mysterious man in the silver mask gave him last night.

An unknown treasure that looks inconspicuous, but when worn on the body it can make one immune to high-level and lower control magic.

I didn't expect it to come in handy so quickly.

Let’s call it the control-free amulet for now.

Mo Xie held the control-free amulet tightly, and without waiting for a moment to rest, he returned along the same route.

In the lounge, Euphemia, her magic power exhausted and surrounded by warmth, leaned against the sofa, blinking her eyes slower and slower, as if she was about to fall asleep in the next second.

It takes at least twenty minutes to go back and forth from the secondary dormitory building to here. Mo Xie shouldn't be back so soon.

Euphemia's azure eyes slowly moved, her gaze wandering over Frohn's pale face.

Because of the rain and fog, the ice crystals on Brother Floyn's body did not melt, but they did not continue to grow and cover him.

Such magical power actually came from that Mo Xie.

Euphemia's mood was very complicated now, including surprise, loss, and regret.

I was surprised at why Moshe wanted to hide this kind of power. He could have avoided having to endure those contemptuous words and looks, and not have to go through those embarrassing things.

Lost in not understanding one's own relatives. Normally, Moshe and Brother Froen rarely interacted with each other, but through today's incident, it was not difficult to see that they had private exchanges and could even be said to share secrets.

She regretted not noticing earlier that Brother Frohn was unwell. In fact, the cold breath she felt downstairs in the middle school dormitory was a sign. If she had warned her brother earlier, would the situation have become so bad?

I...should I focus on improving my own realm?

Just as Euphemia was lost in thought, the door to the lounge was opened again.

"I am back."

It was Mo Xie who was breathing slightly.

"How is he doing?"

Euphemia pulled herself together and said, "It didn't get any worse. But it seems like he lost consciousness."

Fortunately. Mo Xie breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.

He placed his left hand on Floyd's chest again, feeling his heart beating while continuously injecting magic power into him.

Sure enough, after wearing the anti-control amulet, the advanced control magic that could counter it became ineffective.

In his perception vision, Moshe could see that a huge amount of ice-blue magic power remained at his fingertips and could not enter his body no matter how it changed its form.

The passage was blocked, and the ice-blue magic rushed back and forth in the room in frustration. When it accidentally passed through the steaming rain mist, it was stimulated to explode.

But not long after, it calmed down, and under Moshe's gaze, it transformed itself into a lizard... oh no, a dragon, and then raised its head proudly, as if to say, "As soon as you leave, I will devour him immediately."

Of course Moshe would not let this happen.

He gently waved his right hand, and a bright green light appeared, quickly forming a net and controlling the dragon regardless of its roar.

As long as you can get close to Frohn's magic spring, you can eliminate the cold poison from the root.

But now he has only recovered to the level of a wizard, and cannot easily invade the magician's magic spring like in his previous life.

Mo Xie closed his eyes and slowly adjusted his breathing.

Then there is only one way left.

Euphemia was not sleepy at all. She could see the dragon floating in the air, made of magic power, but she didn't know why it was struggling.

Is this also Mo Xie’s power?

When he opened his eyes again, Moshe's irises were stained with a dazzling golden light.

In the spiritual world, the scales that symbolize the spiritual state are swaying back and forth. The huge hourglass on the beam is also in a strange state. Regardless of whether the sand grains are deposited together, it seems to be in chaos and repeatedly reverses at an extremely unstable frequency.

Since he can't break through the realm immediately, then he will change the other side.

The originally calm sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became turbulent. A small ball of light floated to the boundary of the spiritual world and slid along an ice ladder to another world.

When treating Meimi's brother Andy, Moshe had thought of three methods, one of which was very suitable for the current situation.

Use mental power to temporarily establish connections with others, connect the spiritual world, and transmit mental power.

Freun's consciousness must exist somewhere in the spiritual world. As long as his consciousness is awakened, he can play the role of a subject.

This is equivalent to Mo Xie injecting magic power into Floyen to dissolve the cold poison, while he regains consciousness to control the magic power, and then guides the magic power into the magic spring.

The combination of inside and outside complements each other.

But after a moment, Frohn responded.

"Hmm." He groaned and grabbed Mo Xie's hand. At the same time, a pair of deep and gorgeous ultramarine eyes slowly opened.

"Brother Fron!" Euphemia came up to him excitedly.

"I..." Frohn frowned slightly and was about to say something when he suddenly felt something hit his chest.

It turned out that Moshe's mental and magical powers had been exhausted. He remained sitting with his head resting on Frohn's chest, as if he had fainted. The magic that had been waiting around for a long time finally had no scruples and swarmed towards him.

Froen's eyes flashed, and he directly summoned a circle of vibrating water waves to completely crush the restless magic power.

"Mo Xie——"

This was the first time since his rebirth that Moshe felt physically and mentally exhausted. Before his vision was completely occupied by darkness, he heard the voices of Euphemia and Fron.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Mo Xie slowly woke up to the sound of someone stumbling over a text.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the ceiling of the dormitory. Then, following the corner of the textbook, I found my roommate, Dario Conaway, who was lying in bed with me while reviewing the Chinese textbook.

"Mo Xie? You're awake!" Dalio jumped up excitedly, quickly put a pillow behind him, and then threw a series of questions, "Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

After a busy period, the two looked at each other, motionless as if they were two statues.

"I have something to tell you. Uh...how should I put it?"

It was Dalio who broke the silence first. He stammered, "Mo Xie, you have to be mentally prepared."

"I missed the martial arts exam finals?"

"The martial arts exam finals have already..."

The two of them spoke at the same time.

Compared to Dalio who was full of surprise, Moshe was unusually calm.

After a moment's silence, Dalio scratched the back of his head and said, "Yes, you missed the final of the martial arts exam. Unfortunately, it just ended this morning."

“Who is the final winner?”

"Little Duke of Elkamo."

"It seems I guessed it right."

"Are you...really okay?" Dalio asked worriedly. He was a little scared of why Moshe looked so happy.

Moshe smiled and said, "It's okay, don't worry, Dalio, it's just a game. And with my current strength, I can't win."