Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

How can a family's heirloom be allowed to be used by outsiders at will?

As if he understood Mo Xie's doubts, Tian Han explained calmly: "All intelligent creatures have memories. In this respect, you are no different from us. The reason why a treasure is called a treasure is because of its inherent value, that is, it can be used by people."

He waved his arm in front of the boulder, and the Qi force created a circle of blue ripples.

Wherever the ripples reach, they reflect a beautiful and dreamy scene like ink stains.

"Don't worry, the Worldly Mirror can be controlled from the outside. If anything unusual happens, I will pull you out in time." The Qi power in Tianhan's palm was connected to the Worldly Mirror. The calm and powerful force was wrapped around the Qi power, flashing a faint blue light.

Awaken memory and discover the truth.

Such a precious opportunity must not be missed.

What does the Marquis think? Moshe looked at Artbolg.

"Let's go."

His voice was calm, and his figure stepping into the mirror of the world was decisive and resolute.

However, for some reason, Mo Xie felt confusion and loneliness from him.

It's a complex and contradictory feeling.

Mo Xie's fingertips gently touched the surface of the World Mirror. The illusion shook a few times and then sucked his fingers in.

"See you later, Mo Xie." Tian Ya waved at him.

Mo Xie smiled back, then turned and entered the illusion.

The sky and earth turned upside down, the sun and the moon intersected. Countless spaces passed by, and finally stopped at a certain time node.

"Come with me to the temple this week, Bor."

Art Bolger opened his eyes and heard a familiar voice in his ears.

who is it?

The black-haired, black-eyed young man came up to him and said with a puzzled look on his face: "Boer, what are you daydreaming about? Didn't you hear my sister talking?"

Young Griffiths Glory looked to be no more than twenty years old.

This is probably the memory node of when I inherited the title.

Artborg quickly analyzed the current situation, and before he could respond, he heard his own voice coming out of his throat.

"Okay, you can go whenever you want." Although the tone was flat, it revealed a hint of pampering and intimacy.

Artborg began to doubt the authenticity of this memory.

As far as he could remember, he had never spoken in that tone before.

"You have to hold Xia well." Griffiths warned.

"Yeah." His body was out of his control and he stared at the woman called "Xia" without blinking.

She has long, shiny black hair that falls behind her, making her skin look as white as snow.

A pair of light brown eyes, under the sunlight, appear like amber, pure and transparent.

Artborg's gaze was like a spring stream, gently kissing Xia's delicate face, then flowing down and stopping around her bulging belly.

"My dear baby, mother, father and brother all want to see you sooner." Xiya lowered her eyes, with a gentle smile on her face, gently stroking the little life in her body through the soft fabric.

Such a warm and beautiful scene left a burning mark in Artborg's mind, causing him to feel a sharp pain.

I remembered.

She is--

My first wife, and the biological mother of Fron and Moshe, was Leticia Glory.

The scene changed and Artborg pushed open the door, then approached the sleeping baby with very light steps.

With black hair and fair skin with a rosy glow, he looks very much like his mother.

Artborg could feel that he was very excited at the moment, his heart was pounding and about to burst out of his chest.

He leaned down slightly and put his index finger close to the chubby little hand.

"Ah..." The child seemed to have a sweet dream. He raised his hand unconsciously, and happened to touch his index finger, and immediately held it tightly.

"Bor." On the bed on the other side, Leticia raised her upper body and called Art Borg's name.

Art Bolger carefully pulled his fingers out and came to her side.

The wet nurse, maid, and waiter each performed their duties, and continued to perfect the layout of the baby's room while the master had an intimate conversation.

Leticia raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a hint of bitterness in her smile, "This child... has not awakened the magic spring."

Art Bolger nodded, "I know."

At this time, he had already reached the level of a great lord, so he could naturally sense the magic in the environment.

"It's good that he doesn't have magic power. He won't be easily involved in dangerous events." Leticia looked past Atbolg and looked at the baby in the cradle tenderly. "I just hope that this child can grow up safely and healthily."

"Yes, he will grow up safely and healthily." Artborg took Leticia's right hand and kissed the back of her hand.

"You, me, Frohn, and the McIntosh family will protect him."

Art Borg was trapped in his own body, silently watching the absurdity before his eyes.

This is totally unlike him.

Words and actions deviate from the predetermined track, leaving a deep mark in the blank memory.

But he didn't object.

The scene changed again, and Artborg was sitting beside the bed, holding a warm towel in his hand, carefully wiping Leticia's face.

He was surprised to find that Leticia had lost a lot of weight.

His once plump cheeks became sunken, his chapped lips lost their luster, his eyes were dark and dark, and his entire body exuded a heavy aura of death from the inside out.

What was I doing, just watching her die?

Art Bolger couldn't help but question himself.

Leticia slowly opened her eyes. There was no light in her light brown eyes, which were as turbid as a puddle of mud.

"Boer." A hoarse voice came out from his lips with difficulty.

Art Bolger quickly held her hand, "I'm here, Thea."

Leticia showed a nostalgic look, "I was wondering what else I could do for Moshe."

"Stay alive." Artborg's voice trembled slightly.

Leticia slowly closed her five fingers and touched Artborg's cold palm. "Ah, I'm afraid I can't do this."

"I will go find the high priest again."

"it's useless."

"Mo Xie is only one year old, you haven't watched him grow up yet."

"Yeah, I'm a terrible mother."

Artborg listened to their increasingly heavy conversation, his heart in turmoil.

It is hard to imagine what Leticia has been through in this year.

If it was Winry lying in bed, dying, I would be like this, he thought.

Messy blonde hair, bloodshot eyes, and a desperate mood...

At this moment, Artborg's consciousness was pulled out by an unknown force and returned to his original body.

He fell rapidly in the darkness, being beaten by the violent air currents, and the figure of Leticia appeared in his mind again.

You don’t need to watch to know what happened next.

Leticia died, and along with her, all traces of her existence disappeared without a trace.