Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

The little Duke of Elkamo, Moshe knew most of him through the students' idle chats during breaks.

Noble status, handsome appearance, elegant temperament, humble and polite, outstanding talent, etc. are all used to describe him, which is almost completely opposite to the reputation of Moshe Mackintosh.

It is not difficult to imagine that he is a very outstanding person.

Even if he used strange weapons and inexplicable powers, how could the current Moshe McIntosh defeat the young Duke of Elkamo?

Although it was not his initiative, the choice of "abstention" not only met everyone's expectations, but also avoided some unnecessary trouble.

Thinking of this, Mo Xie glanced at the scene outside the window.

The afternoon sun shines through the gauze curtains and lazily falls on every corner of the room. The voices of people talking and the crisp chirping of birds add a leisurely atmosphere.

Mo Xie clenched his fists, then slowly loosened them. His muscles didn't feel sore or weak, so his strength should have recovered.

Just lying in bed doing nothing and enjoying the peace would make him feel uncomfortable.

Probably because of the high summer temperature, Moshe felt his back was wet and hot, and the thin fabric was tightly stuck to his skin. So he lifted the quilt and planned to take a shower first, and then go to class according to the general schedule.

But when he stood up, he suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes, a buzzing in his ears, and he briefly lost control of his body.

Given that he is currently in good health and has no major medical conditions, this is clearly a symptom of hypoglycemia and orthostatic hypotension.

Dalio's eyes widened, and he supported Mo Xie with his clumsy hands, and then said in a motherly tone: "Be careful! Mo Xie! You've been unconscious for three whole days!"

"Oh no, including this morning, it's three and a half days!"

Mo Xie was also very surprised. If we calculate according to the time, the final of the martial arts exam should have been held yesterday, so how could he have been in a coma for three days?

Dalio shook his head. “You’re not wrong.”

Although they have only been together for more than a month, Dalio has already gained a certain understanding of Moshe's way of thinking.

He helped Moshe to a chair, sat down opposite him, and explained in an exaggerated tone: "It was the student union president, the young Duke of Elkamo, and the dean. Listen carefully, it was the three of them who decided together to postpone the finals date by one day! Just because you are still sleeping!"

This is indeed unexpected.

Moshe tried to search his memory for the connection between himself and these three people, and the result came out quickly. At most, he had only talked a few words with the student union president and the dean of the college, and he had never met the young Duke of Elkamo.

Could it be... the Mo Xie from before?

Dalio leaned forward, his face full of curiosity and inquiry, "Mo Xie, how did you do it?"

How did you manage to know so many important people at the same time? How could they, who are so neutral, suddenly change the established things?

Hiss...Why do I feel both envious and relieved?

Mo Xie's expression was very innocent, "To be honest, I don't know why."

"I guessed you would say that..." Dalio muttered.

Mo Xie smiled, stood up again with the help of the table, and changed into some light clothes.

He just looked at the total timetable and found that he had no classes in the afternoon.

So what he needs to do now is to eat and replenish his nutrition, so as not to let the physique he has just built up regress.

So he asked, "Dalio, have you had lunch?"

"not yet."

"Then let's go to the cafeteria together."

"it is good."

In this world, the Kingdom of Renekton, or most countries in the Western Continent, regard dinner as a main meal.

There were only a few people in the cafeteria at this time, wearing red and black uniforms and metal brooches with flame-colored roses on their chests.

It seems that the courses in the senior department are very relaxed.

In order to replenish his energy as quickly as possible, Moshe and Dalio chose the same window this time, and soon sat down with their steak sets.

--Da da.

Right behind them, footsteps were getting closer and closer.

The man asked, "Is anyone here?"

"No." Mo Xie answered naturally.

"Hmm..." When he looked up and saw the person's appearance, Dario choked, then swallowed the food and said, "Hello, senior!"

"Hello." The young man who spoke had long black hair like silk and a pair of ultramarine eyes that could be called works of art. It was Florian.

The difference from last time was that this time, Frohn did not respond with a cold nod. Instead, he turned his ultramarine eyes and looked directly at Dario.

Dalio lowered his head flattered, and raised his eyes carefully while slowly cutting the steak.

Senior Froen is worthy of being the dream lover of thousands of girls in the Kingdom of Renekton. Who wouldn’t be moved by the appearance of this cold and noble man?

Senior Frohn really likes to eat light food, and so does Mo Xie.

The atmosphere between the brothers is a little strange. Did something happen?

Come to think of it, when Mo Xie fainted this time, Senior Floyn didn’t come to visit.

Forget about Senior Frohn, but Mo Xie, please say something. I feel really embarrassed sitting here.

The initial nervousness and excitement had disappeared, and Dalio looked embarrassed, thinking that he should stay under the table.

Because there was no conversation, the three people's plates were quickly cleared, leaving only some sauces and garnishes.

Mo Xie suggested: "Why don't we go to the library?"

Being stared at by the two brothers, Dalio dared not say a word of "no" and silently replied: "...Okay."

It doesn't matter, since Senior Frohn will be leaving soon anyway, he thought naively.

It was not until the three of them walked through the corridor, showed their credentials to enter the library, climbed the spiral staircase, and finally sat down at the same table that Dalio finally realized something was wrong.

He stared at Frohn across from him as if he had discovered some new and strange creature.

No, Senior Frohn, don’t you have your own things to do?

There should be a lot of materials waiting for you to process in the lab, right? Why are you here quietly reading with us?

Just when Dalio was feeling confused and awkward, the situation changed.

Moshe stood up and left his seat, apparently to look for a book. At the same time, Frohn silently closed the book in his hand and followed him.

Ah, could it be that... I am the one who is in trouble?

Dalio belatedly recalled the look in Flohn's eyes when Moshe brought up the library.

——Could you please go away?

It seems to be trying to express this meaning.

On the other side, Mo Xie walked between the history bookshelves, raised his head slightly, and used his mental power to enhance his vision so that he could see the titles of each book clearly.

He was looking for a book with a green cover and black handwriting on the front.

If in Froen's spiritual world, he saw it correctly, the pattern on the book was related to the witch clan.

Mo Xie stopped and looked up at the thin, small book on the fifth shelf.

Could it be it?

It seemed to be within reach, but when Mo Xie stood on tiptoe and stretched out his arm to reach it, he found that it was only half an arm's length away.

Because the bookshelf is single-sided and has a certain depth, you can't touch the book even if you jump.

Do I have to use riding the wind?

Just as Mo Xie was considering whether to use the guard's move in the library, there was a sudden breathing sound behind him, and a warm feeling on his back, while a light woody fragrance rushed into his nose.

This height was just right for Frohn. He took a half step back, retracted his arm, and handed the book to Moshe.

"Thank you, Brother Froen." Moshe took it with a smile and looked at Froen with a calm gaze. "Perhaps... do you have something to say to me?"

In fact, thanks to his extremely wide-range perception, Moshe had already noticed Frohn's approach.

He thought they had their own purposes and would not interact with each other anymore, but that didn't seem to be the case.

Frohn lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something. In this dim environment, his blue eyes looked even more gorgeous, as if they were emitting a faint fluorescence, extremely beautiful.

He pursed his lips, then said slowly: "I'm sorry for what happened before."

"And thank you for curing my illness."