Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

Matty Clapham is a man of action.

As long as an idea comes into his mind, he will immediately put it into practice to verify its feasibility.

When faced with difficult problems and emergencies, he would skip useless discussions and take decisive action at the first opportunity.

At the same time, he is also a person with a strong sense of family and follows tradition.

Personal interests are nothing compared to family interests. He can selflessly dedicate his spiritual and material wealth for the benefit of his family.

Personal status and honor are far less important than family honor. For the sake of family honor, he can spend a lot of time and energy to help and support the younger generations of the collateral line.

Then he continued to develop as a teacher, building a bridge between the family and the college, and making up for the family's shortcomings in the academic world.

Like his brother, the Marquis of Clapham, Martyr Clapham was eager to fulfill the wishes of his ancestors.

That is, to find the missing youngest son of the 20th generation head of the family, and to restore peace to the place where his soul rests.

Yes, the place where the souls of the Clapham family rest is not peaceful now.

In the boundless space, the white clouds changed into different shapes, furniture, fruits, delicacies, weapons... As long as it was something that humans could imagine, the clouds could transform into it.

Some of them float in the air, while others stop on the ground, and they exist to serve special souls.

[Madam, my only true love, the destination of all my thoughts...]

[My child, my poor child, I haven’t had the chance to hold a coming-of-age ceremony for you yet…]

[He is still alive, in a place I don't know. No matter what method you use, you must find him.]

Among the gray-haired and green-eyed souls, the old man who was crying with his face covered stood out particularly.

What is the child's name?

The thin man who died young asked next to him.

[His name is ■■ Clapham.]

Unclear syllables came out of the old man's mouth.

[Of course I know his last name is Clapham, what is his first name?]

The thin man frowned slightly.

[■■·Clapham.]

The old man repeated it patiently.

What Clapham?

The thin man tilted his head, frowned, and cleaned his ears in one go.

The old man was so angry that his beard stood on end and his whole soul was shaking violently.

[Didn’t I tell you? His name is ■■·Clapham!]

He took a deep breath and couldn't help but roar.

[You are clearly in a spiritual state, so why is your voice muted when you speak? Did you do something to offend the God of Creation?]

People are dead, there is nothing to be afraid of. The thin man's face was full of indifference, and he completely ignited the old man's anger with just one question.

[Whose descendant are you? Tell me your name! I will make sure he teaches you again!]

The old man's face was gloomy. He teleported in front of the man and his eyes slowly swept over those silent souls.

[You don't know?]

The thin man looked puzzled.

[have no idea. ]

The old man was telling the truth.

This is the place where the souls of the Clapham family rest, and it is the original home of the direct descendants of Clapham. The souls can choose to live here permanently, or they can choose to wander outside.

The old man had never seen this man before and didn't know when he appeared.

The man showed an intriguing expression and lightly threw a bomb.

[Of course I am your descendant, Lovren Clapham.]

The 20th Marquis of Clapham, Lovren Clapham, was stunned when he heard this, then his eyes widened with disbelief.

He was so surprised that he ignored the rude remark of "the younger generation calling the elder by his name".

[Wha, what?!]

[Perhaps I should call him great-grandfather.]

[How could this be!]

Hearing the last three words, Lovren felt a blow to his heart and sat down on the sofa trembling.

This man who is as thin as a straw and behaves rudely is actually my descendant?

Misfortune for the family, misfortune for the family...

If they are your descendants, then they are also our descendants. They are all dead anyway, so we might as well relax. The other souls watching thought in unison.

[So why was your voice muted? Couldn’t you just write the child’s name?]

The man didn't want to make Lovren so angry, so he put away his playful thoughts and sat down as well.

[well. ]

Lovren sighed heavily, then explained:

[Not only me, but everyone who knows the child's name will have their voices erased the moment they say it. Even if you write it down with a pen or draw it with magic, it will become unclear.]

[This is really…]

It's hard to explain. The man also felt Lovren's helplessness.

[It's all that damn wizard's fault!]

When Lovren mentioned the wizard, his entire soul twisted for a moment. His translucent fist smashed into the soft cloud, leaving a deep pit.

[wizard?]

The man raised his eyebrows slightly.

[On the night when the child disappeared, a wizard in a black robe suddenly came to my door. I don't know how he managed to get through the layers of defense without any harm and come to me. Before I could ask him about his purpose, I was fixed in place by a strange force and then lost consciousness.]

[After waking up, it became like this.]

■■· Clapham, his child, was as if he had never existed.

[Is the wizard still alive?]

[I have no idea. ]

[Based on the life span of a normal human, he should have died long ago. If the caster dies, the spell will naturally be lifted, right?]

The man stroked his chin and speculated.

[We don’t really understand the wizard’s power system. Maybe it’s like magic, with two types: immediate and permanent?]

After saying that, Lovren slowly calmed his breathing and regained his spirits.

[No matter what the child has become now, at least he is still alive. I will go to see Martyri again to see if he has any new discoveries.]

Lovren's voice gradually faded away, and the place where the soul rested returned to peace.

At the same time, on the other side, the former club activity room of Rekton Royal College is now the office of the translation team.

Moshe followed Martieri into the room, and the mountains of books and various types of materials instantly caught his sight.

Four young teachers were sitting around the table, concentrating on writing something.

Mo Xie moved lightly and kept the noise to a minimum so as not to disturb them.

It was not until the two entered the inner room that the young teachers began to exchange glances with each other.

Associate Professor Clapham actually brought students to visit? This is a big event!

Wait, that student looks familiar.

Dark black hair, light brown eyes, could it be... Mercie Mackintosh?!

Associate Professor Clapham, are you serious?!

Even though he had proved his ability by passing the martial arts exam rematch, his academic performance was truly terrible!

What can a middle-level student with a grade of only E do in the translation team?

It's a pity that the storm in their hearts cannot be turned into reality.

The parties involved, Moshe and Martyry Clapham, sat face to face and communicated equally and harmoniously.