Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

You actually call this a "disease"?

Mosher began to doubt whether Frohn knew the root cause of the symptoms.

Even though he was not a magician, he could feel how unstable the magic power in Frohn's body was.

The frenzied, explosive magic power that seems to have its own consciousness may endanger life when it accumulates to the limit in the body...

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe this symptom as "magic out of control." Moshe raised his head slightly and looked at Frohn.

"Does the Marquis know about this?"

After hearing this question, Frohn fell silent.

He clearly didn't say anything, but it seemed like he said everything.

"Okay, I understand, Brother Fron." Moshe nodded to show his understanding, then walked deeper, closer to the inner wall.

Judging from the evasive and embarrassed look on Frohn's face, Marquis Mackintosh should know about it.

After all, he was a titled lord, and there was magic cast by him personally in the castle, as well as countless pairs of "eyes" connected to the butler Boris and other waiters.

Even the slightest fluctuation of magical power would be detected, let alone the level of magical power being out of control like that of Frohn.

Moshe sighed in his heart. He felt that the Marquis of Mackintosh was a really incompetent father.

"Although the cold poison has been cured, we cannot be sure whether it will recur in another form. I think you should understand what I mean."

Bright lights were shining, light and shadow intertwined, and a blue barrier quietly opened, blocking out the sound of secret conversations.

"Magic power out of control is something that almost every magician will experience. It is usually caused by the magician's magic power being too great and they cannot control it." Mo Xie added at the end to offset the other party's doubts, "This is one of the most basic knowledge I learned in the academy."

"Yes." Frohn did not deny it.

Then, just like he did to the prospective knights of the Mackintosh Knights, Moshe threw out a tempting introduction, "You don't need to rely on external objects. As long as you want, you can control magic at any time."

Frohn frowned slightly, seeming to be a little conflicted, "...I can't."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Xie looked him straight in the eyes and said firmly, "You can do it."

If there were other people present at this time, they would definitely be amazed at how an outstanding graduate of the Royal Academy of Rekton could show weakness in front of a poor student rated E.

"You should know something about mental power more or less."

Frohn nodded. Now he was like a humble student seeking advice, restraining his aura of keeping strangers away, lowering his eyes, and listening attentively.

"The magic spring cannot exist independently from the body, and our physical activities are closely related to our spirit. The two are interdependent and influence each other."

Moshe didn't need to break down the theoretical knowledge because Frohn was a smart man.

“In short, as long as you improve your mental strength and keep your consciousness clear, you can control the magic power.”

After a moment of silence, Frohn said solemnly, "I have tried many methods, but my mental strength has never been able to break through 50."

The value of 50 is equivalent to the second level "Form" in the mental power level.

It’s strange to say, but people living in Renekton, a kingdom full of retro atmosphere, are accustomed to using numbers to evaluate.

Moshe suggests: “You can try to put the things you like into the spiritual world.”

Then, very rarely, a look of confusion appeared in Frohn's eyes, as if he was thinking "spiritual world? What is the spiritual world?"

Seeing his expression, Mo Xie suddenly realized the problem, so he asked, "Brother Froen, what methods do you usually use to improve your mental strength?"

"pray."

As if he was worried that Moshe didn't hear clearly, Frohn repeated it seriously: "Pray to the Creator God."

Ridiculous, yet reasonable.

Strong will and firm belief can indeed enhance spiritual strength to a certain extent.

So…is this the purpose of the statue in Fort McIntosh?

Mo Xie suddenly felt a little helpless, "Brother Froen, if you believe me, I can tell you a little trick to improve your mental strength."

"You say." In order to listen more carefully, Floyne lowered his head slightly, his long black hair falling in front of him, and his gorgeous eyes half-covered as he stared at Moshe.

“Meditation, by relaxing the body and mind, allows oneself to enter a state similar to sleep, temporarily reducing the perception of the outside world in order to strengthen mental concentration.”

"Yes, this is no different from the method of increasing the capacity of the magic spring."

"Next, imagine yourself floating on the ocean..."

Frohn understood quickly, and following the guidance of Moshe's language, his consciousness entered the sea of ​​consciousness, which is the entrance to the spiritual world.

After a moment, Mo Xie narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to avoid his gaze. His ultramarine eyes, which became brighter due to his high concentration, were like two bright light bulbs, causing visual fatigue.

At this time, heavy and slow footsteps came from not far away. They should be other people who came to borrow books.

Frohn's eyelids twitched slightly, and he came out of his concentrated state and released his barrier.

"How do you feel?"

"Hmm..." Frohn replied after a moment's silence, "It feels wonderful, more effective than praying."

The most direct manifestation is that the barrier he constructed with magic power reduced the squeezing of the fluid in the air and became more stable.

"So, Brother Fron, does the deal between us still stand?"

Not only meditation, Moshe wanted to teach Frohn all the techniques he could make public.

Doing so would not only help Floen control his magic, but also prevent Moshe from becoming a "strange person" in the eyes of others when he implements his plans in the future.

If you ask why his level of mental power, or the level of his spiritual world construction is so high, it is of course because his brother taught him well.

Unexpectedly, Frohn was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and his expression became a little complicated. "There is no deal between us anymore, and I haven't formally expressed my apology and gratitude."

Maybe what he wanted to express was - I am already unable to repay you, so why would I ask for anything from you?

Mo Xie chuckled, "Then let's talk about it next time."

He did not forget the purpose of coming to the library this time, which was to find the book that Floyd remembered.

A book suspected to be related to the witch clan.

He walked to the service desk and tapped the tabletop with his index finger. "Hello, are there any books about the strange stories of the Western Continent in the history section?"

Since it is in the historical section and is related to the witch clan, it is most likely a book that records strange stories.

The librarian raised his head and said with certainty, "Yes."

"Then please help me find it. I want to borrow it."

Frohn stood beside him, as if wanting to see what he was going to do.

"After the latest edition of the Kingdom Law was promulgated, almost all books on strange stories on the market were destroyed." The librarian muttered as he flipped through the record book. "Only that one book survived because it contained less content. I remember it clearly."

In the quiet library, the only sound you can hear is the rustling of pages.

Suddenly, the librarian's expression became strange, and he turned the pages faster, "...Strange."

Mo Xie didn't say anything, but just watched him mess up the originally tidy desk.

After a long time, a puzzled and shocked voice came from the pile of documents: "The records show that the book has been returned on time, but when it was settled at the end of the month, it was discovered that the book had disappeared out of thin air! Damn it! Why didn't you tell me when you handed it over to me, you bastard Jerry!"