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When he opened his eyes, he saw the bustling scene of Shuangqiao City again. The spawning point of the city is close to the city center. From here, he can travel in all four directions via streets or flyovers. But now, he doesn't need to go anywhere in the city.

Blue window, floating in front of him:

Choose the path you want to take:

Moon scribe or battle dancer

When he taps it, nothing happens. It won't close until he makes a choice.

However, instead of making a decision, he moved the window to the side.

After a long night's sleep and a new job, he still didn't know which course he should choose. I wish Uncle Finn would come back, and Uncle would have some answers for him. It won't be too long, though. It's been a few days and according to his secretary, he'll be back at any time.

Sef waited, but he knew that the "awesome guy" would be eager to move forward, and he didn't want to be left behind.

He sent a message to "Awesome" to let him know he was online. Then he touched the ring on his thumb. The tiny blue gemstones shimmer softly to the touch.

"System, Remote Transmission: The House of the Clansmen."

A snow-white whirlwind swept him away. He had a feeling of being pulled somewhere else before the snow fell. Now he stood on the gray stone in the courtyard of the House of the Veil.

But unlike before, it's no longer empty.

Two little children run around chasing a yellow butterfly, their laughter filling the space. An elderly woman with gray braids, sweeping the cobblestone floor with a worn-out broom, her movements swift and firm.

On one of the walls, two unclothed men were repairing a deep crack in a stone.

And near the open gate of the clan house, a solemn young woman stood motionless. Her back was straight, and her eyes were like an eagle to a bird, staring at the children.

As soon as Sef saw them, he was stunned. Stranger. All of them. They're tribal members, bad. What if they hate him? What if they don't want him to join their tribe?

The young woman noticed him first, and her gaze swept over as if she had spotted a tasty-looking mouse. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she didn't say anything.

There was no obvious hostility, but he was still nervous. She's a deterrent.

"Hey!" A little girl with long black hair saw him and ran over. She stared up at him. "Who are you?"

"Who?" The other child, a boy who was only slightly older than the girl, turned to look

Fuss?

"He," the little girl pointed to Seif. "See?"

"Oh." The boy trotted closer, and he felt more and more uncomfortable. He is not good at getting along with children. They're weird. Like now, they just stare at him, like he's an alien.

"What's wrong with your clothes?" The girl asked.

"Huh?" Sef looked

Looking down, I can't wait to climb into a hole. Ha!

He had forgotten about his mutilated garment.

"Oh...... Uh, I'm in a fight... “

The girl thought about it. Then she pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips. "Be careful. If you're going to fight, you've got to be very hard. This is what the uncle said. “

The little boy nodded in agreement.

Should he laugh or be embarrassed?

"I remember that."

"You'd better be like that. The other person should be beaten, not you. “

The little girl spotted Seif's behind her, and her whole face lit up. "Uncle Maun!"

She ran over, pigtails running behind her, and he turned to see that the girl was clutching Maugne's legs. That clansman must have just teleported over, as he was definitely not around.

It was still there a second ago.

The little boy followed, and stood silently, watching, as if expecting something.

A sincere smile bloomed. The uncle patted the little girl on the head and nodded at the boy. "Hello, Taisi. Mirren. Did you miss me? "That's not right!" Tessie shouted.

"Yes," Mirren murmured. He moved from one foot to the other, restless.

Maughan's smile grew. He pulled out a small cloth bag from the folds of his shirt. "Well, it's unfortunate, Taisi. You see, I've got some good food here. If you don't want me?。。。。

"I miss you!" Taisi shouted,

Seif couldn't help but wonder.

"I miss you!"! Can I ask for my candy now? Please? “

Maun smiled, gave in, and handed the pouch over. Taisi began to tear at the contents, pulling out the crimson candy that curled in small curls. She immediately shoved it into her mouth and gave it to the boy, strangely, the boy ate slowly and with dignity.

"Who's 'in'?" Tessie asked, mouth full of candy. She could barely understand her words. As if she knew this, she raised a sticky hand and pointed at Sef.

"That's Seif," Maugne told her. "He's a new member of the clan."

"Sef?" Taisi winked at him. She suddenly giggled. "That's an interesting name!"

It's not funny at all, Sev thought secretly. If there's anything funny, he thinks it's the little sister, and the way she speaks with a sticky candy in her mouth. They're so weird.

"I like your eyes," Taisi looked up and smiled at him. "It's really beautiful!"

Sev blinked, taken aback. Pretty? "Thank you?"

"Welcome." She shoved the rest of the candy into her mouth. She staggered away.

Mirren took one last look at Seif and followed her.

Maughan watched them go, smiling affectionately. "Tessie and Mirren are the youngest in the family," he said. "They're good boys, but sometimes it's a little tricky.

He wished he hadn't taken care of them. He didn't know anything about children. He could barely keep himself fed and fed, let alone a pair of children.

"Come, let's introduce you to the others," said Maughan, and with so many new and unfamiliar faces around, it was not convenient for him to introduce himself.

The woman who swept the yard was Chaya, Kamau's wife. She scanned Sef, her brow briefly brushing over her features like a shadow. "Take him to the laundry, okay?

Maune? “

"Of course," Maughan agreed.

"Good. Take care of yourself,

Youngster. After saying hello, she went back to her work.

Next were the two men who repaired the wall. Kioshi was the older of the two, and they were close enough to me.

He saw that the man had many scars on his upper body. It looks like he's got into a fight with a lawnmower or a bunch of angry bears.

There was a savage scar on his face that cut an eye and twisted the corner of his mouth. A gray cloth band wrapped around his face like an eyepatch, covering the damaged eye.

He gave Sev a quick look, grunted his thanks, and went to work.

The other young man was a little friendlier. Black hair, despite his hair being pulled into a messy, crooked bun at the back of his head. There were also many strands of hair that were untied and hung in a mess on his face and around his eyes.

He also has a few scars on his body, but not so exaggerated!

"Hey, Seif," Aban grinned. "It's nice to have you. Since you're here, maybe the leadership will give us a break. “

+1 Wisdom

Maughan shook his head.

"Maybe she just thinks you're good at fixing things,"

"I'm also good at hunting."

Aban frowned. "Why can't I go hunting, I'm the best hunter here." "Of course you are," Maugne said dismissively.

"It's best to talk to Muna. Come on, Sef. We'd better not bother these gentlemen. They have a lot of work to do after all. “

Aban muttered a few words.

As Sef followed Mauen to the house, he glanced back a few times, and felt a little curious.

He didn't expect everyone to seem so normal.

"Hello, Muna,"

Maun greeted the dignified woman by the door. Her long, jet-black hair was braided and draped over her shoulders. Her solemn expression and stern inky eyes were the whole stern presence.

Muna stared at them coldly. She raised her hands, her fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air.

Sev tilted his head. Was she trying to wave at them? Swing away a fly?

"She said she's glad you could finally come," Maun said. "She also thinks you're cute."

"What?" "What? Impossible. How do you feel like you're in a terrible state? Feel impossible, maybe it's like one of the laws of the universe. The world is turning, the sun is rising and setting, and no one in the world thinks he is lovely.

Maun laughed, and Muna's lips twitched. She looked at Sev steadily, her hands carving more strange patterns into the air.

"She wants to know when you're free," Mauen continued. "I think she wants to go out--"

Seif caught only a vague movement, and then Maugne snorted and staggered back a few steps. He clutched his stomach with a pained expression on his face. Lips pursed. ”

"Okay, so be it." Maughan's voice sounded a little nervous. "Let's go talk to someone better, Sef."

Sef saw the woman's dark eyes seem to be dancing. Her lips curled slightly in a serious manner, and if she did smile one day, it would be absolutely amazing.

Inside, the clansmen's house was lively, and the smell of boiled meat wafted through the air. It smells absolutely delicious. If he were a real body, he would definitely be drooling.

Maugne led him into the first room on the left. There are plenty of cloth baskets, collection of dirty laundry, and racks full of clean clothes. They have tunics, trousers, shirts, and even underwear of various sizes. Of course, all the clothes are black.

It's like a community laundry where everyone shares everything. The only difference he saw was in the underwear, and there was naturally a clear distinction between those men and women. Ha.

"Anytime you need a new one, you can take it straight from the shelf." Mauen picked out a few items for Seif and placed them on the lid of a bucket. "The dirty ones are put here. But what you're wearing...... I don't think those can be worn anymore. “

"Probably not." Sev raised an arm. The sleeve had been torn, and it hung limply on his arm, in pieces. He was saddened by the destruction of his clothes, which were given to him by his people.

Maughan's lips curled. "Just put these things on the floor. Someone will burn them. I'm waiting outside. “

He left the laundry room, stopped, and reached out to untie the curtain-like material that was fastened to the side of the doorway. It landed and covered the entire doorway.

The light in the room was noticeably darker. A small amount of daylight penetrates through the narrow window cracks in the facades, but this is enough.

Sev soon changed. Interestingly, I was completely clean, and I was very happy.