"I'm going to burn down their manor. "Xiao Yue kept banging on the washer in a bar.

"Very good...... Good......" Gwen patted her hand. "I'm going to be in and out for half a day, just showing my face. ”

"You're sure everything will be fine......" Elvis Presley hugged his pillow, his face full of worry. "I've been to a few places like this before, but thank goodness people think I'm twelve..."

"What's the matter?" Yue immediately became suspicious.

"Nothing, just a meet-and-greet. Gwen wanted to tell the story, but Elvis was afraid of being misled.

"Eve, tell me everything," Yue ordered.

Gwen tries her best to stop Elvis from telling the truth, but Xiaoyue shows no mercy.

"It's ...... A wedding reception......" Elvis said nervously.

"Are you kidding me?" the flame evokes exploding as expected, causing Gwen to wince. "Your stupid family is betraying you?"

"I'm not going to let that happen!" Gwen agreed.

"Well, if you haven't been back to school, we'll have to go on a field trip......" Yue spat between his growling lips. "I'm going to burn this place down. ”

"They have guards in places like this," Elvis added. "My dad also had one that followed him, no matter where he went, although Lucas was more of an uncle. You don't want to cause trouble for your mother, do you, Xiaoyue?"

Yue muttered unhappily.

"Be careful, okay?"

"Yes," Gwen replied, hoping that she would be as sure of her situation as Yue had planned to burn down her uncle's house.

The team trains as usual on Friday, rests and then plans the final details on Saturday. Gwen tells Jun and Henry that she has to visit her family on Sunday, and the team promises to help her pack her so that when she returns Sunday night, she will be ready to leave with the first coach on Monday.

Gwen shyly unveiled the "that" part of her closet, and Elvis and mother-in-law were hesitating. She has to dress to make an impression, which is undoubtedly part of the deal. Elegant but cute thing, petite and slim. Something sold to her. Elvis and Yue argue over their choice until Gwen picks out a Chinese blue sleeveless Sunday gown that resembles illuminated porcelain, while another genius Miu Miu can't afford. Xiaoyue asked Elvis Presley to help her with her hairstyle, making a thick, messy bun with baggy bangs that set off her face. After applying mascara thickly, Gwen's eyelashes became curved and stiff like a scimitar. Finally, she applied her lips with a layer of shine.

Then she opened a suitcase on top of the cabinet and took out another dazzling array of ornaments and half-dozen shoes. Xiao Yue and Elvis Presley screamed with joy. Gwen opted for a pair of cool wedge sandals, which looked good over the skirt.

"Oh my gosh, Gwynny. Xiao Yue was almost out of breath. "Marry me now. ”

Elvis couldn't agree more.

"Hopefully I don't have to do it as often," Gwen said. Even with help, this is a difficult task.

In the hallway, Gwen was drawn to the sound of violent gasps and sudden inhalations. In the elevator, the other passengers were stunned and did not dare to speak. Considering Sydney's public transport situation, Gwen gritted her teeth and hailed a private taxi. Her driver stared at her for so long that they almost had an accident before they crossed the Harbour Bridge.

An hour later, the passengers and driver drove the car into Kiribili.

The taxi pulled into a car park and circled around the front of the manor, lavishly adorned with a huge statue of Aphrodite being shelled by the sea, radiant and glorious, and when Gwen's taxi pulled up at the front door, a black-faced guard in a suit threw £50 from the driver's side window and opened the door for Gwen.

That's right, I saved 50 bucks. Gwen mentally shook her fist.

Unable to see the guard's bespectacled face covered, Gwen turned to look at the field.

Her uncle's estate covers an area of about 2,000 square meters and is built on the edge of the port. The estate is an independent sanctuary, exclusive, spatial and rich. The modern façade of this estate has four open floors, bathed in natural light, with floors decorated in French oak and walls in antique white.

"Please follow me, ma'am," the guard said with reverence, startled by Gwen's female figure. Gwen followed, noticing that men in black patrolling the compound were very common.

"I don't think Yue will burn down this house," Gwen said angrily. What the hell did her uncle do? This bloody mansion reminds her of a mafia movie scene.

"Gwen!

A voice like rolling thunder rumbled through the hallway. All eyes in the room turned to her, staring at her with eagle eyes, and Gwen stiffened.

Damn, it's so cunning. Gwen sighed inwardly.

"Uncle!" I miss you so much," she sang excitedly, hoping that such an effort would satisfy her uncle.

Huang Guangyu was a great man who liked loose polo shirts and loose pants and was therefore greater than life. Kwan Yingshan is fat and domineering, looming everywhere she goes. Unlike Gwen's mother, Kwan appears to have inherited most of Wong's legacy in Southeast Asia from their grandfather. There was a benevolent look on the man's face, but there was a creepy coldness hidden underneath. In the years when the family made her fortune, Kwan Yingshan grew fat and strong: not as fat as white people, with a big beer belly, but swollen like a durian and thorns to match.

Her uncle came out of nowhere. Gwen sensed that he had come uninvited.

When she is completely overwhelmed by this embarrassment, he confronts her with a group of stubborn bystanders.

"It's so beautiful!" he roared, a little out of breath as he performed. "I remember you did that when you were a kid, but now you're a young girl, Gwen. ”

"I miss you, uncle. ”

Kwan Yingshan put her arm around her elbow and dragged her behind her. In the open living room, the guests looked intently at the tall blue flower, which was bewilderingly inserted in their midst.

"Helena hid you?" announced Kwan happily. His arms are as powerful as a bear's. "I hear good news, Gwen. You don't know how happy I am. ”

"Nothing, uncle. Gwen tries to retrieve her lost arm from the bear trap. She tried to keep up with her faltering uncle, whose heels were clumsy and painful.

"Bosh! you're the best thing that has ever happened to us in a long time," said her uncle. "Except for Richard, of course, that's old news. ”

"How's Auntie?"

"Well, very good. Tully is with a client now, but you'll see her soon. Ever since the news broke, she's been asking you non-stop," Kwan Yingshan's voice had a projective power that gave Gwen the impression that he had never spoken to a person.

Soon, they seemed to have reached the first stop.

"Patrick, my boy, come here. I want you to meet the beauties at the ball!"

Gwen watched as a young man approached them, and Patrick wore a dawn-hued shirt with gray herringbone trousers and brown oxford leather.

"Off, is this your bragging niece? she's amazing! I'm telling you, it's amazing!" an old man's eyes swirled up and down Gwen's body, causing her skin to squirm. "Patrick, come and say hi to Gwen, showing the gentlemanly demeanor I've been paying for. ”

"Ma'am. Patrick bowed. Gwen was amazed to find that his hair hadn't moved a millimeter.

"Gwen. Gwen curtsy. Her mother loved to curtsy.

Patrick's eyes may have sparked.

"Patrick Oliver. He stretched out his arm.

Guan Yingshan grinned from ear to ear.

"Don't be so fast!" said the old European merchant. "We still have a chance. After that, you young people will be able to get to know each other privately. ”

Do what they do.

Gwen meets a group of young people who are eager to be her company, as well as a couple of girls with less friendly eyes. There were also some younger children present, but they were too interested in chasing each other around the house.

"Derek looks a little too eager!" Kwan yelled, and the other older man shook and slapped each other.

The young man who called himself Derek, skinny and hungry, made Gwen feel uncomfortable. The boy was good-looking, with a strong jaw and a strong body, brown eyes and cut hair that made cadets scream. Gwen recalled that Derek's father had said that the boy was a cadet, and it was no wonder that Gwen's bare skin overstimulated the repressed soldier. Anyway, it's hard to say, but the boy does try to pull Gwen towards him, and when they shake, Uncle Kwan is forced to cough rudely, which makes Derek's father panic and angry.

When all the introductions were over, Kwan placed Kwan in the middle of the spacious living room. She laid her clothes flat, feeling the midday sun bring much-needed warmth to her bare legs.

Maybe if Gwen were a real teenager, she would love the attention and flattery of others, but knowing what she knew, she only felt self-pity. Kwan Yingshan's loud voice came from inside the room.

"Gwen, please demonstrate! your best spell!"

Gwen walked towards her uncle, who pulled her to a podium that placed her in the middle of the middle deck.

"I feel like a showroom model," Gwen said sarcastically. Here is my fat uncle, and I believe he's a nice bastard.

To her surprise, a series of targets appeared in the bay 30 meters away, rising from the sea and forming small dummies about the size and shape of men. She looked around and felt the presence of magic.

"Gwen, you're the best!" Uncle Guan's gaze met his own. The understanding reached between them. The display is not a request.

Well, that's why I'm here. Gwen rationalizes the reality of her show pony. She told herself to endure. Wait until she figured it out.

"Of course, uncle," she replied with a smile.

Gwen turned to her target and leveled the latitude and longitude of her quarry's space using the refractory method taught by Alesia. She opened her summoning pipeline, letting familiar sensations envelop her mana pipeline.

"Guide bolts!" she spelled exaggeratedly. A purple ion shoots from above the blue to the watery target, dissipating into the water.

The crowd nodded in satisfaction. So it's true, this girl does possess a rare talent for high-level lightning.

"Thunderbolt!" Gwen channeled more than half of her reserves into the water and unleashed a storm of cobalt bolts at her target, blowing the water into a crazy crack in emerald white. A small tsunami swept past the concrete seawall across the house and over the precious rhododendrons in the garden.

The meeting erupted in thunderous applause.

"It's so beautiful!" Uncle Guan announced again, toasting his dear niece.

When Gwen recovered, a bit of rouge appeared on her face, which gradually faded, inadvertently making her more feminine. The applause continued for a while, and Gwen curtsy again without raising her glass, then fled the platform.

Not far away, in the privacy of the garden, she held her breath. Her head was pounding, accompanied by a feeling of migraine and vertigo. Strangely, she felt unusually hungry and thirsty.

"Nice to meet you. ”

Gwen turned to face the new voice, and found that it was Mrs. Kwan's familiar face. Aunt Tali is a woman of humble appearance and extraordinary ability, which many believe is the only reason for the rise of the Huang family. She was a shrewd businesswoman, well-connected, always smiling and amiable in her memory.

There was a young man next to her. Tall as her uncle, thin, cleanly shaved, wearing a pair of glasses, with a cheerful demeanor, as if laughing at a joke that only he could understand. The young man is Huang Zekai, Huang Zekai's heir, Huang Zekai's hopes and dreams.

Gwen knew his cousin, but had only seen him twice. Richard was woken up by a school of witchcraft and wizardry when he was a teenager. Every other month for dinner, Helena complains bitterly that Richard is condemned as a great man at the Prince's Dining Room and Gwen is a Squib.

Then, after a dramatic sigh, Helena would treat her daughter as mentally retarded and shake her head tragically. Gwen's response was to flee home, burying her head in the pillow until she covered herself in tears.

Richard studied his cousin with interest and opened his mouth to speak.

"The blonde idiot and the frustrated prickly head are both princely. He said coldly. "If you go to Lilith's house, they should be useful to you at school, they have good connections. Don't be surprised if they're a bit handsome, though. They are virgins. ”

What?, Gwen blinked. Are her ears lying to her?

"Richard, be nice to your cousin!" Aunt Tully stabbed her son in the foot with a kitten's high heels. "Say something nice. ”

"Good clothes," Richard replied in the same tone, and then seemed to remember that he needed to say something nice about Gwen as well. "Beautiful legs. ”

"...," Auntie looked at Gwen apologetically, "Richard wasn't with a lot of girls, and Prince was an all-boys school. ”

"It's okay, Auntie. Gwen leaned sideways closer to Richard, curious to find an unexpected ally. "Do you like my clothes? ”

She spun in front of him, her skirt barely lifted by centrifugal force. She watched as his eyes moved up and down, his attention shifting from her heels to her legs, to her waist, and finally back to her eyes.

"You're fantastic," said Richard, his demeanor a bit out of shape before correcting himself I like you, Cousin Gwen. ”

"You're so charming, Gwen. The aunt nodded approvingly, her eyes full of her niece. "I don't know why your mother has such perfect taste for your clothes, but she has never ...... herself"

Gwen smiled. She didn't know if Aunt Tully was sincere or if she was just going along with it, but she felt much more comfortable talking to her than talking to her uncle, who gave the impression that he wanted to sell her to the highest bidder.

"Is Mommy there?" Gwen asked.

"It's not her life, it's not. Tully smiled. "Don't mind, you know she can't stand this stuff. Half of the young men's fathers had fought a duel for their fiancée. She couldn't have wanted to see their spouses. ”

"What about you, Richard Gwen turned to Richard and lived happily in her mother's absence?"

"I'm a county magistrate," Richard said in a tone that looked like someone was complaining about the weather. Only his eyes exude keen intelligence. "I'm also looking forward to bigger things, like choosing a four-bedroom apartment. ”

"Richard is awesome," Gwen muttered to him. She liked the young man and his frank way of speaking.

"Richard, you'd better let your cousin go before someone duels you. Auntie pointed to the six young men who were waiting in the garden to talk to Gwen. "It's not like someone will have a chance against you, ha!"

"Their abilities are weak," Richard said in the tone of a saint's guarantor. "They spend too much time prostituting and drinking. Gwen should be careful. Maybe she should be my companion. What do you say, escaped prisoner?"

"Richard!" Aunt Tully gave him another heel.

"However, they are very sociable. "Richard couldn't seem to stop himself. "I don't want them to be too comfortable, but you can play with them. ”

Gosh, Richard was a scoundrel, and Gwen found herself looking at her cousin genuinely curiously. How talented do you have to be to survive in a bastard aristocratic school with such a mouth?

Tully roared and took Richard away, leaving Gwen alone in the garden. In less than a minute, the young man flocked to the pale blue roses, each one a bee eager to get her attention. Patrick is a "blonde", so it seems, Derek is a "prick". Richard does have an eye for detail.

"So, my dad is the manager of the energy department at Solar. Patrick began to tell his family and his relationship in the manner of a man trying to sell snake oil.

When she tells them that she has participated in the Black Acacia Tree, the boys become dumbfounded. Small talk comes and goes, from mantras to competition, from politics to the latest trends. The various questions make Gwen embarrassed to realize that she knows very little about the world beyond the Black Acacia Tree. To the young men of these elite colleges, she is really a frontier hillbilly.

"You must be thirsty, let me bring you a cup to drink. Patrick volunteered.

"Thanks, Patrick. "She nodded politely to him, can I trouble you to have some snacks too?"

Patrick happily waltzed and walked away.

Oh my god, I'm starving, Gwen has a little bile on her tongue. Hopefully, Patrick will make good on his promise.

“!“

Someone breathed on her neck.

Gwen spun quickly, and when she tried to turn her hind foot, her heel tripped over a wayward boot, causing her to lose her balance. Before she could recover, a pair of intrusive hands covered her waist and pulled her closer. When Gwen finally came to her senses, she found herself being treated roughly by Derek.

Resist. Resist. Gwen screamed inwardly. Don't blow him up.

She imagined she didn't have psychic powers, didn't let her summoning signal explode, didn't turn Derek into a white-hot human torch.

Derek seems pleased with his gentle strategy. He saw that Gwen did not resist, her eyes were half-closed, and he thought that she was a person who was willing to participate.

Besides them, there were people who laughed.

Well, fuck it.

"Light-!"

"Wow, Tiger!" a shrill voice resounded like a chorus of archangels, and the horn resounded throughout the garden. "You can't touch her without the lady's permission!"

Gwen turned around and saw the exhilarating appearance of her instructor, Alessia, dressed in red stilettos and fluttering on the French oak floor like a fiery red flower.

Derek withdrew his hands and looked down guiltily.

"Go away, cadet, before you're gone forever. Alexia's rebuke crackled like a whip in Derek's face. Derek fled like a man on fire.

Patrick, with a drink in his hand, returns in a rage, performing a typical turn before disappearing into the house.

"Mine, my!" Uncle Guan's booming voice echoed through the room. "What do I have to be happy about?"

"Boss Huang," Alexia replied sarcastically, hinting at her contempt.

"Guan Yu will," Guan Yu's uncle replied. "Hell, the scarlet witch can call me whatever she wants. ”

"Miss Burton. Auntie cautiously joined them.

"I love your promo," Richard joined the fight. "I'm a fan. ”

"Thank you, Richard. Alicia said with a smile.

Gwen remained silent, imagining herself transformed into a mouse.

Tully and Alesia engage in pointless chit-talk, until finally Kwan feels offended to the point where she has to intervene in the chase.

"If only I could ask...... What is it for someone like you to visit a humble businessman like me?" Guan asked.

Alicia looked at Gwen, who had been stunned for this time.

"I'm here for my apprentice," Alexia finally said.

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"Can I be your apprentice too?"

"Not now, Richard..."

"My apprentice, Gwen Song," Alexia said coldly. "I was not happy with what I saw. ”

Koff's face began to sweat. Auntie's face was a little pale.

"Do you want to buy a new one?" Richard insisted.

"I'm sorry, dear, that you are in the wrong school and in the wrong element. ”

"I'm disappointed......" Richard looked frustrated.

Kwan Wing-shan, on the other hand, is wary.

"Is this official? Does Gwen agree?"

"Gwen?" Alexia turned to her students.

Gwen's heart trembled. Things were moving too fast for her to keep up, but she knew it was now or forever. She's sure to irritate her uncle, but seriously, she thinks about herself. Fuck that guy.

"I just want you to be my master," Gwen said.

"Teacher, dear. Alicia pulled Gwen closer. "Master is too old. I was too young to be a master. ”

"You can't do that......" Guan's voice was warning in tone. "You come to my house, spoil my party, take my niece to ......"

"Guan ......" the aunt touched her husband's arm. "Calm down. ”

"You...... You ......" Kwan Yingshan seemed to be struggling, weighing her choices. Around them, Alicia could see the guards gathering.

"Try me?" Alexia boldly turned to Guan. "Are you innocent enough not to be investigated by Boss Huang, will Paladin Gunther Schultz's worries make you tickle?"

"Ahh Belch.. "Of course not. Kwan was discouraged at the mention of Gunther Schultz.

"I thought so too. But you know what? "I'm not an unreasonable woman. Alicia screamed, "It's fair trade. ”

The Red Witch pulled out an envelope from the folds of her dress, which was stamped with the seal of the crown and sword, much like Gwen's mother's.

"Are these four houses a reward for Richard?" Alexia waved the envelope back and forth. "In the whole of Sydney, only a small part of it exists. ”

"I want a compliment," Richard replied immediately, with a little emotion on his usual expression, "Please." ”

Aunt Tully interrupted her husband's retort, gave him a hard-worded heel, and chased Karn away, moaning and swearing.

"May I?"

Alicia nodded.

Tully opened the package of the letter and scanned its contents.

"Deal. She spoke quickly and pasted the letter on herself before Alicia changed her mind. "Let them go. ”

“...... What about her mother?, Alexia asked.

"I'll take care of it now. Aunt Tully replied briskly. "But Gwen will have to call then. ”

"Agreed. Alexia held out her hand, and the two women shook hands. It is much easier to reach an agreement between parties who are rational, logical, and consenting. This is how empowered women are liberated from their male egos.

Gwen and Alicia watched as the guards vanished.

"Teacher?" Gwen still couldn't believe her eyes and ears. Is that done?

"Let's get out of here first. ”

Under the envious gaze of the stunned crowd, the two retreated hand in hand.

Outside there is a red Alfa Romeo, a classic Spider-class convertible with a woman's curves.

Alicia really likes red. Gwen said.

"Get in the car, Tiger. Alicia waved her hand and opened the passenger door. "It was a long drive back. ”