Chapter 459： 459: Traverser

Gwynnaville was lying on the bed, covering his head with the quilt, constantly laughing.

"I am also a rich man now, and I am still a princess."

Only she could hear such words.

Over the past few days, she knocked from the side and already understood her identity as a cheap father.

The great lord of the Merlot region, the Marquis of Aslan Melosara.

Of course, all this information was learned from the maid around him.

"A region should be equivalent to a city on the earth, and it should be a bit bigger than a city. After all, there are only four regions in a province." Gwynnaville sat up from the bed, then took out a pen and paper and began to record.

If Aslan were here at this time, he would be surprised to find that the characters recorded by Gwennaville were all Chinese characters.

"This should be the West in the Middle Ages! But there is magic to be grudge." Gwynnaville looked at the paper on the table in confusion.

The craftsmanship of this paper is very good, not much worse than the A4 paper of the previous life.

"Does it have something to do with magic, Harry Potter?" Gwennaville felt excited when he thought of this.

In her previous life, she was just an ordinary employee of a giant Internet company. She lived a depressive life of 996 and died suddenly after a continuous overtime work.

He was only 23 years old when he died. Because of his average appearance and obesity, his figure was out of shape, and he had never been in love until he died.

Thinking of this, Gwennaville quickly took a look in the mirror next to him, and he was relieved.

Although he is only three or four years old now, after carefully dressing up, it is not difficult to see that this is a beautiful woman.

"Fortunately, I recognized a dad when I woke up. Although my mother’s status is low, her identity in the castle should be very high. Even a nominal aunt dare not offend a cheap mom. It seems that my dad is very Spoil my mom." After Gwynnaville wrote this down, he couldn't help showing a foolish smile.

"This exotic dad is not only young, handsome and golden, but also fits the taste of the old lady the most. His unpretentious and angry look is cooler than the overbearing president, and much better than those little milk dogs who only sell cute. It's really love."

When Gwennaville said this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but drip water.

When accepting the gift the next day, Gwynnaville saw the ardent and excited eyes of these old guys, so he specially picked the gifts from Gawain and Wilshin and hugged them in his arms.

Sure enough, it aroused the joy of the ministers.

The reason why I picked these two people, apart from their high status, is that they gave special gifts, one is a book and the other is a sword.

Isn't it hoped that she can be literate and martial?

This is not exactly the same as the meaning of catching Zhou at the age of one year, and Gwennaville will pretend to be part of the army of crossing if he does not understand it.

Although she was a dead and corrupt girl in her previous life, she didn't watch anything through novels. She spent her life in Korean dramas and various idol bubble dramas. She has seen many through movies and serials.

"If God allows himself to be reborn, then he can't live up to his expectations. In this life, he must be a good man. Well, he must help this cheap dad to achieve his great cause." Gwynnaville was very proud to write a declaration, but he just said something. At the moment about how to assist his father to achieve his great cause, Gwennaville was blinded.

"Lead the soldiers to fight! No, I'm too young, and I don't know how to fight. I can develop science and technology, and I have to plan it tomorrow." Gwennaville couldn't help but get excited when he thought of this.

The door was knocked, and Gwennaville quickly put the notebook away and got into the bed.

Nuomili opened the door to come in, looked at Gwynnaville, who had forgotten to turn off the light and had fallen asleep, smiled and pulled her quilt, before turning off the light and leaving.

It wasn't until the door was closed that Gwennaville slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dark ceiling.

"Tomorrow will be here soon."

In the early morning of the next day, Gwynnaville was invited by the maid from the bed.

Her sleepy eyes were arranged by the maid to wash her face and brush her teeth. Then she went to eat breakfast. Aslan and Altria had already been seated on the table. The main seat was not Aslan, but the Duke of Medea, which made Gwen Naville was confused.

Shouldn't his father be the most powerful person in the territory?

Noting Gwynewell's gaze looking at the Duke of Medea, Altria said with a smile: "Child, this is the Duke of Medea. It belongs to your father..."

Gwennaville woke up instantly and gave a sweet cry.

"grandmother!"

The father is a Marquis, and there is no problem with the grandfather being a Duke. Since he is not a grandfather, he must be a grandma.

There is no problem with Gwynnaville's logic, but just after the name was called out, the atmosphere in the restaurant instantly solidified.

Aslan squirted out a mouthful of milk and looked at Gwennaville with a look of astonishment.

Who taught her to call it this way?

The Duke of Medea put down the knife and fork in his hand, and then the knives and forks on the entire table slowly flew up, pointing straight at Gwennaville.

"Who taught you to call this? Come and tell me."

The piercing voice of the Duke of Medea gave Gwennaville a sense of evil horror of being possessed by an old witch, causing him to turn his head and rush towards Nomiri.

Aslan quickly stopped the magic of Duke Medea.

"Teacher! Don't scare the children."

The Duke of Medea was dissatisfied with putting away the magic field.

Nuomili hugged Gwennaville back to the chair, and asked gently: "Don't be afraid of the child, there is a mother here? Tell me why you call the Lord Duke as your grandmother."

Gwennaville panicked.

At the same time, I understand why Dad would let that woman sit on the main seat.

"I don't know. From now on, I will be the elder of my father and Lord Duke, so I think it is my elder." Gwynnaville said with a dull look.

She looked like a little girl who was totally dissonant with the world, making her a little bit irritating.

The only exception is the Duke of Medea. She is now fully substituted as Aslan’s true lady. Many things have to be taken care of by Aslan. Aslan also knows this and didn’t care too much. The Duke of Medea is happy anyway. Fortunately, her so-called tube, most of the time is an alternative concern, in fact, it gives Aslan enough freedom and space.

Being mistaken by the little girl for Aslan’s mother is the most unacceptable thing for the Duke of Medea. Although the difference between the two is almost 20 years old, she is so successful in her practice that she can’t recognize her age at all. But today she was pointed out by Gwennaville, which made her feel depressed like never before, and her gaze changed when she looked at Gwennaville.

In short, there is a saying that Gwynnaville hated the Duke of Medea as soon as he came up today.

Aslan was kind to persuade him, and then knocked Gwennaville on the head and asked her to go over and apologize to the Duke of Medea.