459 Chapter 459: Calling the Wrong Person

Gwenaville was lying on the bed, covering her head with the quilt, and kept laughing.

"I'm a rich man now, and a princess."

Such words can only be heard by her alone.

Over the past few days, she has understood her identity as a cheap father after knocking from the side.

The great lord of the Melo area, Marquis Aslan Melo Sala.

Of course, all this information was learned from the mouth of the maid beside her.

"A region should be equivalent to a city on the earth, and should be a little bigger than a city. After all, there are only four regions in a province." Gwenaville 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 all the words recorded by Gwenaville are Chinese characters.

"This should be the West in the Middle Ages! But there is also magic to fight against." Gwenaville looked at the paper on the table in doubt.

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

"Could it be related to magic, like Harry Potter?" Gwenaville became excited when he thought of this.

In her previous life, she was just an ordinary employee of a certain Internet giant company, living a depressive life of 996, and finally died suddenly after working overtime continuously.

He was only 23 years old when he died, because he used to have an ordinary appearance, and his obesity caused his figure to be out of shape, and he still hadn't been in a relationship until his death.

Thinking of this, Gwenaville quickly looked at the mirror next to her, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she is only three or four years old now, after careful grooming, it is not difficult to see that this is a beautiful embryo.

"Fortunately, I recognized a father when I woke up. Although my mother's status is a bit low, but judging from her status in the castle, she should be very high. Even the aunt in name does not dare to offend my cheap mother. It seems that my father is very serious. Spoil my mother." After writing down this matter, Gwenaville couldn't help showing an idiotic smile.

"This exotic dad is not only young, handsome and rich, but also the most suitable for my old lady's taste. His arrogant and angry appearance is cooler than the domineering president, and he is much better than those little milk dogs who can only act cute. Yes, I really love it."

When Gwenaville said this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help drooling.

When receiving the presents the next day, Gwenaville could see the fiery and excited eyes of these old guys, so she specially picked the gifts from Gawain and Wilson and hugged them in her arms.

Sure enough, it aroused the joy of all the ministers.

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

Isn't this hoping that she can be literate and martial?

Isn't this similar to the meaning of a child's one-year-old grasping the week?

Although she was a rotten girl in her previous life, she didn't read any time-travel novels, she was all about living in Korean dramas and various idol bubble dramas, and she had watched a lot of time-travel movies and series.

"Since God reborn me, I can't live up to God's expectations. I must be a good person in my life. Well, I must help this cheap dad achieve great things." Gwennaville wrote the declaration very proudly, but For a moment, Gwenaville was blinded as to how to help his father achieve great success.

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

There was a knock on the door, and Gwenaville quickly put away the notebook and got into bed.

Nomiri opened the door and came in, looked at Gwennaville who forgot to turn off the light and was already asleep, smiled and pulled her quilt before turning off the light and leaving.

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

"Tomorrow will come soon."

In the early morning of the next day, Gwenaville was invited out of bed by the maid.

She was arranged by the maid to wash her face and brush her teeth with sleepy eyes, and then went to have breakfast. Aslan and Arturia were already seated at the dining table, and the main seat was not Aslan, but the Duke of Medea. This made Gwen Naville was confused.

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

Noticing Gwenaville's gaze towards Duke Medea, Artoria said with a smile: "My child, this is Duke Medea, who belongs to your father..."

Gwennaville came to her senses instantly and let out a sweet cry.

"grandmother!"

His father is a marquis, so it is not a problem for his grandpa to be a duke. Since it is not a grandpa, it must be a grandma.

Gwennaville's logic was perfectly fine, but just as the address was called, the atmosphere in the entire restaurant instantly froze.

Aslan spat out a mouthful of milk, and looked at Gwennaville in astonishment.

Who taught her to call it that?

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

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

The sharp voice of the Duke of Medea gave Gwenaville a sense of evil horror possessed by an old witch, making him turn his head and rush towards Nomeli.

Aslan hurriedly stopped Duke Medea's magic.

"Teacher! Don't scare the children."

Duke Medea was dissatisfied with putting away the magic force field.

Nomiri carried Gwennaville back to the chair, and asked gently: "Don't be afraid, child, is there a mother here? Tell me why you call the Duke your grandma."

Gwenaville panicked a lot.

At the same time, I also understand why the father let that woman sit on the main seat and the reason.

"I don't know. In the future, I will be my father's elder and the Duke, so I will think it is my elder." Gwennaville said with a cute face.

She looks like a little girl who is out of harmony with the world, making it impossible to get angry at all.

The only exception is the Duke of Medea. She is now fully substituted for Aslan's official wife status. Aslan has to take care of many things. Aslan knows this and doesn't care too much. Anyway, the Duke of Medea is happy. That's right, her so-called management is mostly a different kind of concern, which actually gives Aslan enough freedom and space.

To be mistaken by the little girl for Aslan's mother is the most unacceptable thing for the Duke of Medea. Although the grade difference between the two is nearly twenty years old, she has achieved success in cultivation and cannot tell her age from her appearance at all. But being pointed out by Gwenaville today made her more depressed than ever, and her gaze changed when she looked at Gwenaville.

In short, there is a saying, as soon as Gwennaville came up today, Duke Medea hated her.

Aslan tried to persuade her with good words, and then knocked Gwennaville on the head, asking her to go and apologize to Duke Medea.