Arriving in China

Looking at the China with yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair coming and going around him, Bell felt very close to them.

However, Bell couldn't quite understand what the person in front of him, who was supposed to be a staff member of the China "Cultivator Alliance" who had come to pick up his family, was doing.

After uttering a nonsensical string of Chinglish, the staff member, who appeared to be named Zhao Youde, first wiped the sweat from his forehead—whether from the heat or nervousness, it was hard to tell. Then, in front of the Bell family, this guy started making exaggerated facial expressions in public.

First came tension, then a look of utter dismay, followed by clenched teeth, and finally, a sense of sorrowful recollection of the past. In short, it was utterly baffling!

"Bell, are all welcoming ceremonies in China this unique?"

William asked curiously. He felt something was off.

Before coming, he had made a point of learning about some information about China. Although he didn't know much because the China Cultivator World was quite xenophobic, he had never heard of such a unique welcoming ceremony.

"Uh, how would I know?"

Bell seriously suspected that the guy in front of him had some kind of face-changing training. Otherwise... he was just a goofball.

"Didn't you strongly insist on traveling to China and Japan? Don't you know anything about the customs here?"

Bell felt wronged. Although he was the one who made the request, he genuinely understood China customs! Could it be that the customs of China in this world were so different from those in his previous life?

Feeling a little guilty after being questioned by his father, Bell decided to keep it simple and direct.

"Hello, sir, are you alright?"

That's right! Bell can speak Mandarin! So if you have any questions, just ask him directly!

As for why he didn't do that earlier? Would he tell others that it was because Zhao Youfu's facial expressions were so captivating that he was drawn to him?

"!?"

"You can speak Mandarin!?"

Zhao Youde looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Heaven help him, he never imagined that he could actually rise from a little foreign devil... cough cough cough!

It was beyond Zhao Youde's imagination that a little Britain boy could speak Mandarin.

Could it be that the quality of education abroad has become this high? Or has China's influence grown so great that countries around the world are vying to learn Chinese without his knowledge?

"... Yes, is there a problem?"

Seeing the expression on Zhao Youde's face, Bell was a little unhappy.

If he weren't currently in China and hadn't come here on something very important, he would have already reached for his Wand.

There's a limit to how rude you can be!

"Ahem, sorry, I meant, no problem. Not only no problem, it's fantastic!"

Seeing Bell's gloomy expression, Zhao Youde realized that his previous behavior was problematic and apologized embarrassedly.

Then, a little slow to react, he realized that the Britain boy could speak Mandarin? That was wonderful! This way, even if he didn't speak English, he could communicate with the family!

"Bell, you can speak Mandarin?"

Elena looked at her son in surprise. Why does it seem like Bell can do everything?

"I've learned some of it before."

After saying that, Bell felt a wave of shame. He had actually lied to his own mother!

You know, he's known as the "Honest and Reliable Young Man," the guy who never lies!

However, he couldn't possibly tell his mother that he was actually a time traveler, a China in his previous life. So, no matter how ashamed he felt, he could only silently bear this burden alone...

Just take this as a serious opinion.

"This... Mr. Zhao Youde?"

Bell turned his gaze back to Zhao Youde.

"Yes, yes, I am Zhao Youde, from the International Exchange and Cooperation Department of the China Cultivator Alliance. As for all that 'Mr.' stuff, just call me Zhao Youde. Your 'Mr.' is making me feel all prickly."

Zhao Youde said casually.

"Then I'll call you Brother Youde."

"That's good. You little rascal, you have a very endearing way of speaking."

Zhao Youde chuckled sheepishly.

"Brother Youde, let me introduce myself. My name is Bell Menethil, you can just call me Bell. These three are my sister Shanna, my father William, and my mother Elena."

"..."

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"Huh? What?"

Zhao Youde started sweating again.

Why are all these names so strange? He couldn't remember a single one of them!

Bell realized that the man in front of him wasn't rude after all; he was just genuinely a bit slow on the uptake. He was probably the same type as Neville.

Actually, he quite likes this kind of simple-minded person. Because they're easy to fool.

"Just remember my name is Bell. Anyway, you don't speak English and can't communicate with my family."

"Okay! Don't worry, I'll remember it perfectly."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Zhao Youde realized that he was growing to like this little foreign devil named Bell more and more.

"Brother Youde, it's getting late. Could you take us to an inn to rest?"

Looking at the pitch-black sky, Bell made a suggestion.

The family boarded a plane at around 8 a. m. and flew for 11 hours. With the time difference between China and the Britain, it's already late at night.

"Okay, no problem. This way."

Led by Zhao Youde, the Bell family boarded a Flying Car.

"Speaking of which, I'm only able to drive this Flying Car thanks to your family."

Sitting in the driver's seat, Zhao Youde chatted happily with Bell.

"You wouldn't believe it, our department only has this one Flying Car. Every day, a bunch of people apply to use it, and the schedule is booked for months! This time, the department specially allocated the Flying Car to me to receive foreign guests."

This Flying Car is so comfortable to drive! It's stable and fast. Ever since I experienced riding in Flying Car, I never want to use my old, crappy Flying Sword again. Not only is it easy to fall off, but every time I finish, my mouth is full of sand.

As he spoke, Zhao Youde wiggled his hips a couple of times to experience the comfort of the leather seats.

"How's it going? Feeling comfortable?"

Zhao Youde proudly showed off to Bell.

Bell then realized that Zhao Youde was not only a goofball, but also a goofball who talked a lot.

But he likes it!

It's good to be a chatterbox! If you encounter someone who doesn't like to talk, how can you get information out of them?

"There are quite a few Flying Car in the Britain, so I still ride in them occasionally."

"Ah!?"

Zhao Youde's face flushed slightly. He'd been bragging for ages, only to find out that other countries were already so developed!

"Um... people over there already drive Flying Car?"

"No, Flying Car are still quite expensive, so only a small number of wealthy people can afford them. Most other people are still using Flying Broomstick."

By the way, do China all fly using Flying Sword? Don't they use Flying Broomstick or Flying Carpet or anything like that?

"Bell asked."

His purpose in talking to Zhao Youde was to elicit information from him, not to be the one being elicited from, so he couldn't keep letting Zhao ask questions.