Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"Are you sure it's not life-threatening?"

"Lord Boris's first aid measures were quite perfect. I am absolutely sure that it is now maintaining good vital signs." The doctor nodded repeatedly with cold sweat, his tone firm and sincere.

"Leave me the most effective medicine for your wounds, and you can go."

The doctor sorted the medicines according to their efficacy and instructions for use, then took out a piece of paper to write down precautions, making sure nothing was missed before leaving carefully.

Arthurs sat cross-legged in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Next to him was a cushion made of precious snow wolf fur, on which lay the unconscious young monster Baz.

According to the doctor, the blade pierced the flesh, passed through the bones, and finally stopped at the edge of the heart as if it was precisely calculated, just a tiny distance away from cutting the membrane flap.

If a fatal injury is caused, ordinary medicines and equipment will not be able to suppress the heavy bleeding, and the only option is to ask a magician who is good at healing magic to treat the patient.

All certified magicians are under the management of the Magicians Association. They are extremely rare talents and are closely protected by the Wang family.

Most of the magicians who are good at healing magic work in the Magicians Association and usually live in the underground palace or Sky Island. Without going through a series of complicated procedures, even if you guarantee it in the name of the McIntosh family, you can't easily see them.

Which means, he almost lost Buzz.

That inhuman guy is not worthy of being a member of the Mackintosh family! Arthurs clenched his fists and thought angrily.

Moshe Mackintosh, the only reason he still exists in this world is probably his last name.

My father should have taken the advice of his uncles and sent that fellow to Tuoneco.

Although it is a barren place, as long as you are willing to work hard, survival will not be a problem.

The great McIntosh family needs no stain, and no one should tarnish its glory.

If it comes to that, I will personally...

Buzz kept breathing deep and shallow in his sleep, and his fluffy and soft fur fluttered. Arthurs stroked its tail and looked at the whiteness, and his mood gradually calmed down.

Hearing the slight noise outside the door, Arthurs turned his blue eyes and spoke with dissatisfaction:

"I don't remember inviting you."

"Little idiot, you should call me 'sister'. How many times do I have to teach you before you remember?" The girl in the thin long skirt closed the door with her backhand, like a noble and lazy cat.

Arthurs sneered: "Oh, when did you start caring about such superficial things?"

Euphemia tilted her head and thought seriously for a moment before answering, "Um... right before coming in?"

Arthurs had no intention of responding, "If you have nothing to do, get out and don't disturb Baz's recuperation."

"Of course I have something to say." Euphemia walked up behind him with light steps, her slender white fingers lightly touching his thin shoulders, her long light golden hair falling like a waterfall, "I'm here to share the joy."

Arthurs glanced at her and asked, "Why, you were admitted to the college as an exception?"

"It seems I have to take back what I said before. You are not an idiot." Ignoring Arthurs's distorted expression, Euphemia turned around on tiptoe, took a few steps forward, and then fell into the soft bed, muffled and said: "But this is just a small matter."

"Get up." Arthur frowned, his face full of disgust.

"It makes me sad, Arthurs." Euphemia sighed and stretched. "Baz can roll around on your bed and sleep on your bed. Am I worse than a dog?"

You are too vulgar. Arthurs looked at the girl rolling around on his bed with a complicated expression, and swallowed his rebuttal.

In the etiquette that nobles should master, words that are related to family will basically not appear in communication.

Euphemia rubbed the pillow and slowly raised one hand as if holding up the air.

"Don't bring weird things into my room." Arthurs was even more dissatisfied.

"This is not something strange." After she finished speaking, Euphemia turned her wrist, the liquid surged, and a delicate and thin card appeared between her fingers.

"This is... my brother's bookmark?!" Arthurs jumped up from the ground and moved closer to take a closer look in surprise.

"Hmm." Euphemia chuckled.

"Damn it! You got there first!" Arthurs was extremely annoyed.

"Yes, when you and Moshe were competing for favor." Euphemia joked.

"Don't be ridiculous! She's our mother. Isn't it natural for a child to act like a spoiled child to her?" Arthurs revealed a gloomy look. "And that guy..."

Euphemia stood up and patted Arthurs' head gently. "Little idiot, I advise you to stop here. Even if you have such thoughts, don't show them. Your mother will be disappointed in you."

"How many times have I told you not to touch me?" Arthurs stared with his eyes wide open and his teeth bared, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Only mother can do that? Your standards are really strict." Euphemia shrugged nonchalantly. "Mother said that the Mackintosh children should help and love each other. This is how I love you, Arthur."

Arthur felt a chill, "Is this how you talk to your pen pals?" It was so blunt and corny, he would never believe this witch.

"As you think." Euphemia glanced at him lightly.

The air warmed by the sun was mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants. The light long skirt danced with the wind, and the golden threads intertwined to create a dreamy color. The girl closed her eyes, spread her arms, and stood quietly in front of the French window, enjoying the baptism of the sun.

"Ha..." After remaining frozen like a statue for a long time, Euphemia smiled and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

"Now that you've recovered enough, let's go and do something serious." Arthurs sat back next to Baz.

"Little idiot, haven't you noticed yet?" Euphemia raised her eyebrows, her eyes and tone full of mockery and concern.

"What did you say?!" After being called an idiot three times in a row, Arthurs could no longer bear it and felt extremely insulted.

"Look carefully and see what has changed in Baz."

Seeing Euphemia's serious expression, Arthurs slowly put down his hand and looked at the dog-shaped monster in confusion, "It seems... to have grown a little?"

"Try to transfer magic power to it," Euphemia guided.

Arthurs awakened the magic spring with half belief and half doubt. A fiery aura flowed from the chest to the arm, and in a short time it turned into several thin lines, extending along the main trunk, and then remelting and regenerating between the flesh and blood, repeatedly entwining, condensing into the purest magic power and inputting into Baz's body.

"So that's how it is." Arthurs seemed to have sensed something during the transmission process and said in surprise, "Baz actually developed for the first time. When did this happen?"

"Based on its current growth rate, it should have happened in the last few days." Euphemia stretched out her hand and kneaded the dog-shaped monster's ears. The soft and elastic touch made her love it. "It's lucky that the process of forming the core was not painful."

"Nonsense, Buzz is seriously injured and unconscious." Arthurs couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Eh? Its core is a little strange. Don't just stare at it. Help me neutralize the magic."

"It's really strange. It's not easy for you to notice this." Euphemia did not condense the magic power as he said, but pressed his hand down to stop the magic power flow.

Arthas was puzzled, and the fiery aura disappeared in an instant, "What's wrong? As long as I continue to send magic power, Baz's injuries will heal quickly."

"My dear brother, please use your brain to think about why the monsters grow in size and why their fur and bones harden after their initial development."

"Because we need to protect the fragile newborn core."

"Yes. And what did you notice was odd about its core?"

"It's not like it was formed for the first time. There is a layer of hard material on the surface, and magic can't pass through easily."

"in conclusion?"

"Well... If I forcefully inject more magic power, the overflowing magic power will be transformed into toxins and penetrate into bones and flesh, aggravating the injury." Arthurs scratched his cheek a little embarrassedly.

"Ah, you are worthy of being the direct descendant of the McIntosh family, the shining star of Renekton, the reserve of the Royal Knights, and my good brother - Arthurs McIntosh. So smart!" Euphemia clapped her hands expressionlessly and recited a series of glorious titles.

"I'll review the basic courses again." Arthurs' momentum gradually weakened and he glanced to the side.

"When?"

"A day off."

"You actually plan to study hard on your day off four days later. You're really diligent. Mother will be very happy when she finds out that our youngest has grown up and knows how to manage his time properly."

A faint smile appeared on Euphemia's delicate face, and every emphasis she spoke hit Arthur's heart like a hammer.

Arthurs shuddered unconsciously, "Got it, got it, I'll read it now, now!" He walked quickly to the desk and sat down, took out a book with a white cover, and quickly flipped through it.

Time flies. The red glow appeared and greeted us, but was soon covered by the thick night.

Four magic lamps inlaid with expensive magic stones are hung on the four walls of the room, emitting soft and warm light.

The young boy was holding a book in both hands, dozing off with his eyes closed, his head nodding, and it looked like he might come into close contact with the table at any moment.

The girl who was sleeping lightly on the bed moved her ears slightly and slowly opened her eyes.

"Arthurs, wake up, something seems to have happened down there."

"Hmm? Oh no, why did I fall asleep?" Arthurs shook his head and stood up to stretch his stiff limbs. "What a big noise, could it be that my brother is back?"

The two of them put their clothes in order and came to the long spiral staircase.

The maids and waiters walked hurriedly, and the head butler Boris, who was in the lead, stood at the door waiting with a small white suitcase in his hand.

"It's Moshe." Euphemia narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the person who was carried in. "It smells like blood. He is injured."

"You're surprised by what you've seen." Arthurs snorted coldly, "I guess he's causing trouble in the Royal City again."

The young master was not interested in the commotion and prepared to go back to the house to rest, but the person next to him walked in the opposite direction.

"Yuffy?" he asked in confusion.

"Mother said that the children of the Mackintosh family should help and love each other." Euphemia turned her head and restrained her smile. Her blue eyes were calm. "Go and see him."