Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Nolan was able to appear intact in Moshe’s spiritual world thanks to the witch clan’s heirloom, the Huankou.

At that time, the teachers were about to launch the final attack and were concentrating on casting magic, with no time to pay attention to anything else. It was a good time for Moshe to use witchcraft.

The principle of this witchcraft is similar to extracting the soul of life and entering the ring through witchcraft power.

When the soul has adapted to the environment outside of the original body, it will be put into the spiritual world of others to recuperate and grow.

However, this does not mean that "as long as you have both magic power and Huankou, you can be resurrected infinitely."

Everything in the world has its own independent rules and order, and the witch clan, born under the rules of the world, is no exception.

An independent life can be resurrected once, and only once, through Huankou.

The conditions for resurrection are also extremely harsh.

What is needed is a body that is highly compatible with the soul, a magic circle drawn with the wizard's blood, a tear of sorrow, two branches of an ancient tree, the first milk tooth of a pure-blooded dog-shaped monster, the moonlight of a full moon, a sunset glow as bright as blood, and a still beating human heart.

Before this, life can only temporarily reside in the spiritual world of others in the form of a soul.

[Ah, in that case, I have to change my name.]

Above the sea of ​​consciousness, Nolan suddenly stopped and said seriously.

Moshe took this opportunity to break free from his arms and floated onto the lawn in the bright area.

I have a bad feeling about this, he thought.

[Young Master? Master? Which one do you like better?]

Sure enough, Nolan smiled brightly, teleported to Moshe's side, and uttered a shameful name.

Mo Xie suddenly fell silent, turned around and chose to go to where the Book of Memory was.

[If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your consent, ok?]

Nolan opened his eyes wide, bent down slightly, stared at Mo Xie, and pressed forward step by step.

[Just call me by my first name.]

[don't want. ]

[Then I'll hand you over to someone else.]

Mo Xie's tone was calm, and he seemed to be serious.

Although he was also called "Master Moshe" in Fort McIntosh, the title "Little Master" sounded obviously more intimate, giving the feeling of an elder treating a younger person.

Even Bellion, who had signed a master-servant contract with him, only respectfully addressed him as "Mr. Moshe." The term "master" completely divided people into two different classes, which sounded very uncomfortable.

Nolan squatted down, staring at Moshe with his honey-like eyes, placed his soft palm in front of him, and made a careful compromise.

[You saved me and gave me something to do, so I call you Master.]

Now that things have come to this, Mo Xie has no reason to refuse.

[All right.]

Anyway, Nolan can only move around in my spiritual world for the time being, and no one can hear him except Bellion, he thought.

Nolan, who had obtained permission, flew around while shouting "Yeah!", and his cheerful laughter echoed in the huge spiritual world.

After finally finding some free time, Mo Xie floated to the Book of Memory. With a slight thought, the huge book began to turn pages on its own.

Books in other languages, Bellion's witch medicine recipes, information about the Frost Tundra ruins, etc. ... turned into lines of text and were printed on the blank pages.

[Ask a question.]

Nolan raised his hand like a good student.

[explain.]

Moshe was checking the contents of the book of memory when he responded distractedly.

[This is your spiritual world. Why can I maintain my human form while you are a lovely ball of light?]

Nolan sat beside him with his knees hugged and his head resting lightly on his arms, and asked in an innocent tone.

A breeze blew by, bringing with it a fresh and soft scent of flowers.

Mo Xie turned around, glanced at the rapidly flashing characters, and slowly met the young man's honey-like eyes.

This is a long story.

But he could keep it short.

[You will also become a lovely ball of light in your own spiritual world.]

Although Moshe cannot fully understand Nolan's mental state, it does not prevent him from thinking that Nolan is an interesting person.

[I see.]

Nolan nodded, looking as if he had learned something.

[I am leaving now.]

Mo Xie floated into the air, and the golden disc base vibrated. At the same time, two white light circles rose up in an interlaced manner, sealing the huge book again.

The contents of the Book of Memory have been updated, and it is time for him to return to the real world.

[So fast?]

Nolan looked a little reluctant.

[Master, please come visit me often, otherwise I will feel very lonely.]

Nolan said some cheesy words, gently picked up the ball of light and put it into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Moshe looked at him with complicated eyes.

[Um. ]

He simply responded and then sank into the depths of his consciousness.

In the real world, middle school dormitory building, room B0917.

Mo Xie slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view were two dreamy colors.

Extremely rich ultramarine eyes, and long light golden hair that still shone brightly under the dim light.

Seeing him wake up, the atmosphere in the whole room suddenly stagnated for a moment.

No one knew where Dalio had gone. There were only two people sitting by his bed, with undisguised looks of worry on their faces.

"I almost went to call a doctor, Moshe." Euphemia came close to him and said in a serious and earnest tone, "You know, you slept for a whole day."

Mo Xie was also very surprised. He could feel the passage of time in the spiritual world. It was only one night, so how could he sleep for a whole day?

"Did something happen during this trip to the Frost Tundra Ruins?" On the other side, Frohn looked at him calmly, reached out and gently lifted his quilt, as if to check if there were any injuries on his body.

Moshe was glad that he had the habit of sleeping fully clothed, and he was also grateful that Floen respected him and lifted his blanket while he was awake.

"It's okay. The outdoor practical activities went smoothly and we learned a lot of knowledge." Even Mo Xie himself did not realize that he was in the same state as most children when facing their elders, looking well-behaved and obedient.

"Maybe it's because the temperature in the Frost Tundra Ruins is too low, and it's not very convenient to walk on the ice field. I feel a little tired." He said with a smile.

Frohn put down the quilt gently, tucked the corners of the quilt for him, and said in a deep voice: "We should ask Boris to send two sets of thick winter clothes."

"Yes."

Euphemia lowered her eyes in a reflective manner, and after a moment, as if she had suddenly thought of something, she said to Froen: "Brother Froen, do you have a day off recently?"

"Have."

"Then could you bring some suitable clothes to Moshe? He only wears tailor-made clothes from Mackintosh, and he would not be used to clothes bought from outside clothing stores."

"You are right, Euphemia."

The brother and sister looked at each other and reached a wonderful consensus.

Only Mo Xie was still outside the situation.

Does the love and care from my brother and sister come a little too suddenly?