Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Chapter 282: Guidance Practice, Precious Box

Feeling the hot breath spraying on his face, Mo Xie stood there, smiled, and said: "Everyone is born different. How can I use my own standards to measure others?"

Rabbitt frowned and stepped back, "Yeah, that's the truth."

"You seem to be very interested in mental power." It was not appropriate to talk about private topics in the auditorium, so Mo Xie motioned him to go out.

Rabbitt shrugged, "After today, I don't think anyone in the academy is uninterested in it."

"Not only the academy, the Royal Knights will also make some moves." Mo Xie said casually, "I happened to hear that the Royal Knights will be undergoing a new round of preparations. There are very few vacancies and the competition is very fierce."

At first glance, this seems to have nothing to do with mental power, but with a little thought you will understand that mental power is like a rare special potion to knights and magicians.

"Your brother told you, didn't he?" Rabit raised his eyebrows. "These days, the stone steps are about to be crushed by the people who go to the temple to test the steps."

Mo Xie nodded gently, "Yeah."

Arthurs not only had to prepare for the entrance exam at home, but also had to go to the temple regularly for training.

He would always send a message just as the sun was setting, saying a simple greeting and then starting to talk about the trivialities of life.

The young boy's voice had not yet changed, and it was clear and bright, echoing in the quiet night, making Mo Xie feel nostalgic.

"The weak ones will be eliminated. This is the rule of the Royal Knights and the rule of this world." Rabbitt clasped his hands behind his head. The muscles on his arms bulged slightly, and the veins were prominent. He looked even thicker than Moshe's thighs.

"In order not to be eliminated, I must master my mental strength."

“Are you at a bottleneck right now?”

After exiting the auditorium, walk straight to the end and turn right. There is a three-story building here. There is no sign at the door, but you can see the neat scene inside through the window.

The two pushed the door open and the magic lamp above their heads turned on, illuminating the entire area.

Rabbit sank into the cushion and sighed heavily, "In fact, I have been stuck at the second level of platinum for a long time."

"I originally wanted to join this expedition to hone my body and mind and break through the bottleneck." He showed a helpless expression, "I submitted three applications, but I didn't expect that they were rejected for the simple reason of 'lack of physical education teachers'."

"Please, it's just a physical education class. Any high-level teacher can take it."

"For example, your Associate Professor Clapham. Seriously, his figure doesn't look like a magician at all."

Indeed. Moshe agrees with Rabitt.

The moment a stranger sees Associate Professor Clapham, they will probably think, "He is a knight."

Rabbit raised his eyes and looked directly at the bright light, muttering to himself, "What on earth is the dean thinking about..."

True dragon and dean of the academy, Dol Doles Pugliano, was very prescient.

The soul of every living being is unique.

He used the wizard's ring to extract the soul of the embryo and put it into a new container.

If he can do it, other wizards can do it too.

There are countless wizards hiding in the East and West continents, the Earth and Sea Continent in the middle, and those mysterious areas that have never been explored by humans.

He placed the embryo Rabbit in the Royal Academy, which was completely under his control, and rejected the expedition application to ensure Rabbit's safety.

"It doesn't seem to be a difficult thing for you to break through and become a title master." Mo Xie leaned down and gently placed two tea cups on the table.

Rabbit's eyes sparkled with anticipation, "Do you have a plan?"

Mo Xie sat down opposite him and said with a smile: "I can tell you some tips on how to use your mental power in return for your guidance."

"Great! Let's get started!" Rabbitt even took out a pen and paper, looking willing to learn.

Mo Xie's eyes flashed with golden light, "First..."

It was only after Griffiths' guidance that he realized that the level of the spiritual world was closely related to the strength of the soul.

The higher the level of the spiritual world, the stronger the soul is and the less it is affected by the rules.

His mental strength was originally very abundant, and his spiritual world was built to a world-class level, which was rare among his peers.

According to Griffiths, it was his rough experiences that made him strong.

“Suffering is a test that can destroy you physically and mentally, or it can give you a new lease of life.”

"You have a magic-intolerant constitution, but you have been living in an environment filled with magic. This is undoubtedly a kind of suffering."

"You concealed it and persisted. This surge of spiritual power is your reward."

It sounds reasonable, but Moshe doesn't completely agree.

So he asked Griffiths: "Who came up with this theory?"

Griffiths smiled mysteriously, "The mortal enemy of the God of Creation."

The opponent of the God of Creation is a being equal to Him.

Could it be...

Yeah, that makes sense.

Mo Xie was thinking when a ferocious purple lightning suddenly appeared in front of him.

Without even raising his head, he opened a defensive formation and easily blocked the purple lightning.

The purple lightning was adsorbed on the surface of the translucent magic circle and exploded like a ball of hair. The tiny end quickly extended outward and was about to touch Mo Xie's arm.

He turned his palm over, and the magic array weighing thousands of pounds made a sharp sound, and as he closed his five fingers, it was gradually compressed into a small ball.

The small ball floated steadily for a moment, and was then blown away by the bright green force. The speed was so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye.

Griffith swung his lightning blade, splitting the ball in half and exploding directly in front of him.

"You are worthy of being the bloodline of our Glory family." He said with a smile, "Why don't you change your name to Moshe Glory? The whole family will welcome you."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I will come again in the next class."

He was responded to by a bow and a polite farewell.

Back to the present, Rabbit opened his eyes and looked down at his palms.

“I think I found the feeling…”

Mo Xie stood up and said, "Try slowly, the effect will be better."

"Thank you. If you need my help in the future, just let me know!" Rabbitt said, patting his chest.

"You're welcome, Mr. Rabbit. I'll be going back now."

"See you."

After parting with Rabbitt, Moshe walked along the path back to the middle school dormitory building.

There was a circle of people gathered downstairs, with a dark mat in the middle, on which were packages of varying sizes.

It should have been an occasion for registering, picking up items and leaving, but no one knew what happened that caused students to stop and watch.

Dalio waved and said, "Mo Xie, come quickly!"

It's more of a beautifully crafted box than a package.

It had the McIntosh family logo printed on it, and it was hard for Moshe not to recognize it.

Looking at the patterns on the box, Dalio couldn't help swallowing his saliva and asked, "Will you help me carry it up?"

"Okay, thank you for your help." Mo Xie squatted down and grabbed the two corners of the box.

The box was very heavy and it was not something his body could easily move.

Fortunately, he was able to use his magic power to share most of the weight.

The two men carried the box into the dormitory building, and the crowd outside gradually dispersed.

The lifting facilities in the building have been refitted and upgraded, and the speed is much faster than half a year ago.

Entering the cozy cabin, Dalio couldn't wait to say: "Do you know, this box is made of 100-year-old sunken wood, which is not only waterproof but also fireproof!"

What this means is that the box itself is a precious and heavy treasure.

Mo Xie squatted down and opened the thick paper with the family logo printed on it. The neat and handsome handwriting came into view.

The sender was not the butler Boris, but Art Borg.