Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

The priest and the chief's family took the lead in dancing the Six Generations Dance, and the atmosphere gradually became lively. People clinked glasses, played finger-guessing games, sang loudly, and some even stood up and danced in a circle.

Only the table where the Imperial Star team members sat was terribly quiet. Not only the outsiders, but also the locals looked awkward and at a loss.

Those who were grouped with two or three people had some psychological comfort, as they felt better with their companions around. However, those who sat alone at a table with others were really tortured, and they wanted to scratch the soles of their shoes until they were shredded.

Huangmao’s misfortune is one of them.

Five minutes had passed since they sat down and no one had spoken yet. Huangmao was mentally preparing himself to break the deadlock, if for no other reason than that the meat was in front of him but he didn't dare to eat it, and the aroma kept drilling into his nose. It was simply torture!

Huangmao quickly raised his head and glanced to confirm the timing, then mustered up the courage to greet them in the local dialect: "Hello, my name is 'Golden Water'."

Huangmao's original name was Liu Jinshui, so he translated his name literally.

"He can actually speak!" the man exclaimed in surprise.

Huangmao: “…” I understand this sentence, thank you.

The woman next to him, probably his wife, pinched him and whispered, "What are you talking about! He's a human being, he will definitely speak!"

Once the conversation started, the rest of the conversation went much more smoothly.

Huang Mao explained: "We learned the Gudel language before we came here. The general was afraid that there would be misunderstandings due to our language barrier, so he asked each of us to learn it. There is no problem with simple communication."

"Is your general really that powerful? Does he have 80,000 men under his command?" a little boy asked without any shyness.

Speaking of this, Huangmao was very excited and no longer felt restrained. He said proudly, "Of course! We have a total of twelve armies. Our Fourth Army has the fewest soldiers, but is the most powerful! Our general is not only good at fighting, but also an all-round talent! He can fly a fighter jet and a starship, that thing..."

The yellow-haired man pointed, and everyone at the table looked in the direction he pointed.

"He can speak twelve languages! Twelve languages! Can you imagine it? He is simply a monster..."

Huangmao's expression was so exaggerated that everyone was stunned.

"Can he herd sheep?" the child asked innocently.

Huangmao: “…” Your question really stumped me.

"Hahahaha! Stop asking nonsense questions. Eat meat, eat meat! Come and try our sheep."

"And this wine is also good stuff, fill it up."

Everyone laughed and tried to ease the embarrassment for Huang Mao. They could see that he was a simple-minded child. Huang Mao looked young, so the people at the table took care of him like a child, serving him food and water.

Although the others did not fit in as quickly as Huangmao, they all broke the deadlock and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

After the first dance, the chief, his wife, children and the priest walked towards their own table, where Sifos was already sitting, drinking from a glass, with the child in his arms looking at them eagerly.

"How is it? Compared with the wine in your place?" the chief asked while sitting on his horse with a golden sword.

Sifos thought for a moment and said, "It's a bit like the wine we have there, but it has a stronger fruit flavor and is not as astringent."

"Hahahaha! Of course! Our wine is made from three kinds of berries, relying entirely on natural fermentation. Scott gave me a few bottles of your wine, and the taste was very weak. I couldn't get used to it at all."

"It's not as good as your wine," Sifos said.

"Hahaha! You have good taste. Come, try this." The chief took out another jar of wine sealed with yellow mud from under the table. As soon as it was opened, the strong aroma of wine wafted out.

"This is brewed with grain, so it has a different flavor and a slightly higher alcohol content."

The chief poured a bowl for Sifos in a large open bowl, and his two sons did not forget to pour a bowl, and even the old and young Gantz got a share of the bottom of the bowl.

"Come on!"

As they drank, the priest sitting on the right side of Sifos looked at Xu Weiwei. Xu Weiwei's face happened to be facing this direction, so she was caught off guard and met the old lady's eyes.

This old man seems to be a priest, Xu Weiwei thought. Seeing a living "priest" for the first time, Xu Weiwei relied on the fact that he was a child and stared at him unscrupulously, without any guilt, and it was obvious that he had completely adapted to his new identity.

Her hair is really long. Are the plants in it real? Wow—she is indeed a priestess.

When Xu Weiwei was on Earth, she rarely saw old people of this age with waist-length hair. Although it was almost completely white, it added a sense of mystery and antiquity, which completely matched her impression of the priest's identity.

Unlike Xu Weiwei's simple appreciation, the old woman was extremely confused at this moment.

So he couldn't help but ask about Xu Weiwei.

"Who is this child...?"

Seeing that it was the priest who was asking the question, Sifos sat up straighter, took it very seriously, and answered seriously, "A girl, less than three months old. She was born prematurely and was deprived of oxygen. She has neonatal respiratory distress syndrome and congenital heart disease. Her other organs have been damaged to varying degrees."

The priest paused, glanced down at Xu Weiwei, and then said, "I didn't ask that many questions. What is her birth date?"

"Birthday horoscope?"

"It was the moment of her birth."

Seaforth suddenly realized: "Oh, she was born on December 12th, at 24:5 in the morning."

The priest guessed in his mind: "That means the twelfth day of the winter month, the hour of Mao, and the year of the rabbit."

Xifos had no idea what the priest was talking about, but Xu Weiwei's eyes lit up. Family! This is family!

"This shouldn't be the case..." The priest frowned, his expression clearly looking wrong, as if he had encountered a particularly big problem.

Siphos suddenly became nervous, thinking that his daughter's illness was very difficult, and asked quickly: "What's wrong, priest?"

The priest stared at Xu Weiwei for a long time, until he was a little scared, then he spoke: "I see that her fate is bright and bright, and there is water in the situation, which is obviously a lonely and unlucky fate. She should have few relatives, few friends, and died halfway... But her horoscope is completely different. This is really strange..."

After these words were spoken, the atmosphere at the dinner table obviously dropped to the freezing point. Especially Sifos, his face had completely turned cold. Anyone who heard someone say that their child would "die on the way" would probably not have a good face.

Others who noticed this felt even more embarrassed.

Chief: Oh my grandma! You are quite tactful when you speak. You are really trying to hurt people. You are really talking about things that are out of the question. People who don’t know would think you are cursing people!

Everyone wanted to explain for the old woman but were speechless.

Only Xu Weiwei was shocked, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a sense of panic as if she had been seen through. As the person involved, she was the only one who knew best that what the old woman said was absolutely correct, and that was her original fate.

Abandoned by his parents, he has been alone since his grandfather passed away. He has never had a serious relationship. Apart from his senior students in graduate school, he has few good friends to talk to. Isn't this a lonely fate? In the end, he even killed himself.

Xu Weiwei smiled bitterly in her heart.

"But..." the priest spoke again.

"Her other set of fate shows something completely different."