Perhaps, Gwen thought to herself, she should have seen her father's inadvertent mistake as an unexpected booster that pushed her schedule. If she had considered the benefits of Moyer's mistake, the bitter pill would have been easier to swallow.

Similarly, meetings with her patrilineal family were seen as a favor. Didn't she promise that she wouldn't neglect her new life? She had gone the way she had gone in her previous life—it was time to follow the old path of family ties.

"All right, Babya. Gwen held her grandmother's hand. "I'll tell you everything I can. ”

"What a good boy. Gwen recognized her with a twinkle in Babria's eyes. It was a cunning expression of victory.

Were her grandparents playing bad cops, good cops? Gwen wondered. It doesn't matter now. If she had stayed on the path ahead, there would have been no more lingering regrets, at least not smelling conspiracy like her grandfather's hound.

As Gwen plays with potential scenarios in her head, she is struck by a delightfully evil thought.

What if she told Grandpa about Elizabeth?

The number of people who know the truth – the real truth, can be counted on one hand. What if Gwen told them about Elizabeth, her powers, everything she had done in Sydney, and then sold her worst enemies in exchange for some contribution credits? she didn't have to tell them the whole truth, and of course, many of her master's wrongful acts of kindness would have been ignored, and Elizabeth Winsde Sobel was just a mentally ill rogue mage who came back from the dead to wreak havoc on a man who had almost gotten rid of her stain. Wouldn't it be fun to send a nice Interpol warrant to that nasty woman, which might rush her out of hiding, where Gunther and Alesia would be waiting for her.

On the same question, a thought crossed Gwen's mind: what do the first-tier cities know about the Void Elemental? Of course, if the Song bloodline practiced the power of salt, they would know the dangers of using quasi-negative elements. If her father can't help her, maybe her grandfather can, and she can finally share her worries and fears about Caliban's power with others, and perhaps get some guidance on mitigating its effects.

Even if they refuse to take her in, maybe they can help her.

Her grandfather was a selfless spy, but what about her Pabloa? maybe it was Uncle Jun, or even her aunt who hadn't shown up yet?Mom, maybe she could take advantage of the opportunity if her father was willing to come back? Beggars can't pick and choose, after all, Gwen is ready to grit her teeth if it means she can see her friends again.

She could definitely put on a show here.

As they inadvertently said in Guangzhou, there is more than one way to skin a cat.

"Gwen?" When the poor girl seemed to have drifted into space after announcing that Guo Jingjing was coming, her Bablia patted Gwen's hand. "Don't worry about your grandfather, he's an old lady who is too soft, and once you've passed the spiky appearance, treat him like a pangolin with a mane, there's nothing to be afraid of. ”

"Of course, Pabria, I was just thinking, that's all. ”

"My dear, I believe you are so. Pabria looked to the other side of the courtyard and towards the gate. "My dear, why don't you go and change your clothes and give him a fresh impression. I have prepared something suitable for you in the guest room. You'd better not remind him of Sky Prison. ”

"I will, Pabria," Gwen replied, turning to look at Jun.

"This way. Jun led her away. "I'll take you to your room. ”

My room. Gwen chewed the words carefully in her mouth. It seems that she is long-term. If only they could get her to contact Avia or Yue, or even Gunther.

Surprisingly, her "room" was not on the other side of the quadrangle, but next to the training hall in the east wing. It is a semi-detached single room with a small closet, a bed and a bedside table. There is no ensuite in the room as the bathroom is adjoining and is in the adjoining training hall. These are public baths, but as long as the building is unoccupied, Gwen will have her privacy. From the outside, the house was a residence for teachers when they stayed to tutor family members.

In Gwen's view, she herself is in a prominent position. Not too at home, not too outside – close enough to reach, but far enough away for one-time use. Her grandmother may play the giggling Papuya, but her intentions are measured and precise. She was clearly a woman who had thought for a dozen steps, and a sharp suggestion was preferable to Gwen rather than blind love.

After visiting her new home, Gwen relaxed. Since their respective positions are transparent, this makes her situation even more obvious.

"It came out quickly. ”

Jun left Gwen at the door to oversee the banquet.

In the closet, Gwen found a mix of East and West suits, a one-piece dress, a pleated knee-length blue skirt, and an elegant cheongsam blouse embroidered with filigree of a Ming Dynasty vase. It's a discordant combination with a sophisticated fashion that fits Gwen's long-legged figure.

Gwen wore the skirt over her head and buttoned it with a bow. Just as she began to feel that the clothes were too big, the clothes changed. The effect was so amazing that Gwen screamed as the fabric tapered to her torso.

She had to look in the mirror twice to confirm that the dress was indeed resized.

It's a miracle. Don't worry about waist-to-bust ratios, and don't worry about ill-fitting skirt lengths!

She combed her hair with a brush and smoothed it out with a handful of dry-cleaning shampoos, unable to find time to comb her messy, rebellious curls into a straight, decent hairstyle. Instead, she braided her mane into an oriental-style bun, a cute little sideburns, which she held in place with a few metal wire clips.

To buy shoes, she took out her lucky veteran, Mary Jennes. Gwen assured herself that if given the chance, she would revel in the self-cleaning and self-polishing effect, because she was already emotionally attached to them, and she didn't want to see the two of them shattered to pieces.

The overall effect was better than she expected.

This form-fitting cheongsam suits her perfectly, even if her shoulders are a little too wide to be completely feminine. Again, the length of this skirt was exactly what the designer expected, just above the knee, revealing her shapely calves and long, thin ankles.

Her self-braided hair was tied tightly together, and her face was almost as pretty as she hadn't had for at least half an hour.

Right. Gwen thought to herself. Second round.

"Daddy?!"

To her surprise, her father was here.

He was healed and wore a military jacket with a pair of olive-colored trousers. It's a rare sight. This military uniform suits him well. This makes Moyer look almost decent.

"Wow, you're out already?" her father was surprised to see her. "I think we should all be thankful to your grandmother, huh? Pabloa!"

Pabria shot at him with a look that was both hot and tender.

"You...... Are you alright?" Gwen approached her father and touched his face where he had been punched before.

"Hey, hey, that's itchy, don't!" he protested loudly, embarrassed by his daughter's fuss in front of his family. Gwen had never seen her father so, so restless, so agitated and restless. It's funny.

A cough.

Sect Master Guo Song, dressed in a refreshing military uniform, let people know his existence.

"Grandpa. Gwen bowed deeply. Jun took her aside earlier and taught her how to greet her properly.

"Hmm," her grandfather muttered, looking keenly at Gwen as he admitted that he was far less critical of her dress, manners, and demeanor now. "Let's get started. I'm starving. ”

"Aren't you waiting for Tao and Mina?" asked. "We're going to wait for Ning too, she probably wants to quarrel with them. ”

"They might be late!" her grandfather blew two puffs of disgruntled air from his nostrils and began to move.

"Okay, let's go, let's go in!" Guo's face was sour, and Xiao Jun changed his tone. He glanced at Gwen and told her to come in.

In the compound, in the open space vacated for the celebrations, there is a huge banquet table that can accommodate eight people.

Her grandfather, Guo.

Her baby, Kravdia

Her uncle, Jun.

Her father, the sea.

Gwen.

There are also three empty chairs.

The Nome servants came and went like a swarm of bees, although Gwen was flustered when she saw many of them in military uniforms.

Is this another aspect of NoMs's life in a first-tier city, or is it something peculiar? There were so many of them, these servants, a dozen of them, all standing behind their families when they were seated.

Gwen waited until everyone else was seated before she sat down herself.

The food in front of her was clearly beyond her limited vocabulary. Of all the dishes, there were a dozen in all, and she could only recognize the duck slice and its side as the famous Peking duck. As for the others, she couldn't start guessing.

Next to her, Moyer sat in agony, looking up at the ceiling longingly, hoping that he could be somewhere else, far away.

Jun sat across the table, grinning at his brother with enthusiasm on his face, bathed in undisguised evidence of schadenfreude in Moyer's pain.

Grandpa sat with his eyes closed, as if meditating, while Grandma fussed about the temperature of the tea, and a servant apologized and promised to control the temperature of the oolong leaf at about 85 degrees.

"Are you hungry?" her uncle asked, looking at Gwen's lips dripping with water. He knew she must be hungry, but no one dared to eat without her grandfather touching the first course.

Gwen shook her head, but her clever hazel eyes were a terrible liar.

"What's that?" Gwen said, tilting her chin.

"Ah, the palms of an ancient darling, the snow bear, boiled with the roe of the dragon sturgeon. ”

“...”

"Oh, that's? yes, that's the burning brain. ”

"Again?" "Gwen's stammering brain?"

"No, you stupid goose, it's not a 'brain', it's made with tofu stewed in pheasant soup, king duck offal, and hooked cuckoo. ”

“...”

"Don't worry, if you're disappointed that you don't have a brain, be there. Her uncle pointed with his chin to a gray lump sitting in the cream soup. "The brain of the gibbon shark is boiled with two soups, yin and yang. Be sure to eat a large bowl in the future. ”

"Uh......" Gwen no longer had to lie and say she wasn't hungry. She's looking for something else.

Oh, that?"

Gwen's eyes landed on a yellow pudding with a thick layer of skin, with some black particles on it, like frog paws. What the hell is this? Why are all these plates filled with things she's never seen before? What's wrong with a chunk of roasted wild boar with mashed potatoes?

"It's just a regular tart, and this year's wild vanilla seeds are pretty large, and I think I'm a bit enthusiastic about growing enchantments. ”

She can eat this. Gwen thought to herself. Her eyes turned to a bowl of clear jelly.

"Good choice. This is a family favourite!"

"Is it coconut jelly?" asked Gwen innocentiously.

"What, no! that's the four-winged swallow's nest, just harvested from the coastal black!"

What!a nest?a real nest?why is the nest transparent?Gwen stared at the plate in front of her in horror. What happens to the eggs or chicks inside the nest?

"It's not a nest," her father replied for her. "It's mostly part of the swallow. ”

"Which part?"

"Spit. Her father grinned at her.

Gwen turned to look at her uncle, who nodded affirmatively. She turned her eyes to the table.

It's an egg tart.

They waited for a few more minutes, and finally, the growing noise heralded the arrival of their last guest.

Nen came to the door and bowed deeply, apologizing for being late. It was not difficult to recognize her aunt, as she looked a lot like Kravdia, with the same face and the same mannerisms. Despite their similarities, there are still distinct differences between them. Ne lacks the grace, poise, manners, and nobrow of demeanor that Clavdia possesses. In fact, watching Nen smile happily as her grandfather boiled and his teeth grinded loudly, gave Gwen the impression that her aunt might have been a little silly.

The next figure to enter through the door fills the room with an aromatic air that fills every nook and cranny and crevice. The aroma of osmanthus has a hint of peach blossom in it, a puzzling heterogeneous smell that wrinkles Gwen's nose. When she finally recovered from the scented attack and turned her gaze to the girl who was striding towards the table, she saw Kravdia's other face, this time more distinctly Asian, with a little carmine in her light brown hair. Papuya has the amber, almond-colored eyes of Eastern Europeans, and this girl, whom Gwen would consider "Mina", has obsidian-like orbs and, like their grandfather, gives her a doll-like appearance that suits her expensive overalls. Their eyes met, and Gwen immediately felt an involuntary hostility. She stared at Mina, all the way to Gwen's chin, before realizing that Mina was angry at the clothes she was wearing.

Yes. Gwen understood right away that she had learned well at reading the art of men and women. Mina must have thought the dress was hers, and now they have a lovely misunderstanding of their feelings for Pabloa. As for Mina's age, Gwen can't say that if anything can be found out from Aunt Nen and Babria, Mina may be between 14 and 24 years old. Oh my God, Gwen thought to herself. In this world, it must be so confusing for men and women who want to woo doctors!

Then there was their last member, and she heard him walk into the next room.

But no one came in.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle of that moment, the silence was a harsh calm, and just a second earlier, two women rushed in through the door.

"Dao!" Guo Shengkun's words whistled through the air like a bullwhip.

Slowly, Tao walked in through the open door.

Gwen's eyes almost peeked out of their sockets.

If she is eating, she will spit out the food in her mouth and spray it on the table like the spit of a four-winged swallow.

Tao Xingzhi walked through the threshold of the double column, one leg was raised over the other, and the action was very grand.

Were those low-waisted jeans hanging from the crotch? The spectacle struck her, as if someone had cast a slingshot spell and the king punched her in the brain. The visual stimulus that stung her eyes made her feel out of breath.

She had to take a closer look at her surroundings to make sure she was still there.

But no.

She stayed in Shanghai, sitting next to her **** grandfather and her Babushka grandmother, eyes like an ancient dragon, and then her cousin Tao, like a person in a 2010 hip-hop video, walked in, most likely a man named "Lee". He had an ankle-length pair of Nike sneakers with dazzling shades of white, paired with two T-shirts, one white and the other black, with an ornate flared collar that covered half of his face, and a baseball cap on top, which was worn slightly skewed.

He also has a black eye.

All Gwen's anxiety and fear are gone. Nothing, no kidnapping, no threat from room 101, this is the most ridiculous moment.

Is this real life?

Or is this a fantasy?

Stuck in a landslide and can't escape reality?

From the doorway, Tao looked up.

There must be a series of genes missing somewhere, lost over the course of several generations of translation. Tao's face looks like a man has mated with a surprised squirrel, forming a haggard skull shape with deeply sunken sockets containing two intimidating-looking amber spheres.

To Gwen's surprise, Tao's eyes didn't notice his long-lost uncle, Moyer, and instead fell on himself.

Tao's face resembles that of a man who suddenly discovers fire.

"Yo, it sucks," he said, bobbing his head back and forth, in the general direction of Gwen. "Who's the big one? She looked in good spirits. ”

Gwen felt her mind was confused.

It's too much.

She couldn't help it.

If she held back her laughter now, she would have died.