Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

"Okay, this is my home." Ancier stopped.

Gordon, Feng Ying, and even Zhu Ba and Hu Hua all fell into silence as they looked at the magnificent mansion in front of them, which probably took up half a street.

Gordon couldn't help but cover his face, "From the time I first met you two years ago, I knew you were the eldest daughter of a wealthy family.

But this place is probably bigger than the Hunter Gathering Hall in Minagard, right? "

Ancier hummed softly and took the lead towards the exquisite and luxurious courtyard.

Feng Ying was a little unable to move forward. She grabbed Gordon's clothes and asked in horror: "If we just walk in like this, are we really not going to be thrown out by the guards?"

Pig Chop also licked his paws nervously, "Can Ellu enter with bare feet?!"

Even Gordon subconsciously rubbed the soles of his shoes, fearing that the soles of his feet would be stained with mud and soil the welcome mat at the door of the house.

When he walked to the door, he found that his companions were still standing there. Ancier turned around and said impatiently: "What are you doing standing there? Why don't you hurry up and follow them."

As she spoke, she pulled the knocker and knocked on the door with complex patterns.

The eldest lady who had been away from home for several years came back, and the Sterling mansion was in a commotion.

Mrs. Sterling, who heard the news, screamed and ran out to greet her. She held her daughter in her arms and refused to let go. The maid was pointed at her and ran around, busy preparing for the reception banquet.

Gordon and Feng Ying stood cautiously a few meters behind Anciel.

Especially Gordon.

He could clearly feel the eyes of scrutiny and curiosity sweeping over him.

From Ancier's mother to the attendants, everyone seems to be paying special attention to his appearance.

Mrs. Sterling took her daughter to whisper, and Gordon, the two of them, a cat and a dog were led by the housekeeper to a luxurious and unseemly living room.

From all kinds of exquisite to fancy desserts, to unknown teas in expensive-looking teapots, and "soft drinks" such as red wine and champagne that hunters rarely touch, they were all served one after another by the attendants. .

Feng Ying looked around, then cautiously stretched out her hand towards a small cake filled with frosting and jam. Before she could touch it, the door of the living room was suddenly pushed open.

Feng Ying was so frightened that she retracted her hand like lightning.

A chubby gentleman walked in with a serious face. Behind him was a tall young man with three-dimensional and thin features.

Based on what Anciel had said about her family members before, Gordon could probably guess the identities of these two people.

It should be Ancile's father and brother Jessica.

Gordon stood up politely and greeted the two of them.

Mr. Sterling stared at Gordon for a few seconds.

Then, as if he had confirmed something, a friendly smile suddenly appeared on his face, and the previous majestic aura was gone.

He took the initiative to reach out his hand, shook hands with Gordon and Feng Ying, asked them to sit down, and started chatting.

On the other side, Ancier, who had been pestered by her mother for a long time to chat about her current situation, felt something was wrong and asked her mother: "Where are Gordon and the others? Isn't father at home?"

Mrs. Sterling didn’t hide anything, and said with a smile: “They are over there in the small living room.

Your father and brother heard that you came back with your boyfriend, so they hurried over and said they would help you investigate. "

".?!"

Anciel was stunned for two seconds before she realized that the so-called "boyfriend" her mother meant was Gordon, and she almost jumped up, "How could you have such an idea?! That's not the kind of relationship between me and that guy!"

Mrs. Sterling said "Oh!" She unfolded her small fan and covered the lower half of her face, "I haven't been home for several years, and I haven't even written many letters to my family.

Isn’t it natural for us to think so when we suddenly come back with a boy? "

"Then it's not just the two of us. Didn't you see there's Feng Ying?!"

"Are you talking about that little girl from the dragon race? Are they the two of them?" Mrs. Sterling's eyes widened, and her gaze became dangerous and alert.

"What nonsense? Feng Ying is Gordon's disciple!" Ancier interrupted her mother angrily, "He and I have nothing to do, we are just ordinary teammates!"

"Is that so?" Mrs. Sterling's expression became complicated.

It seems relaxed, but also a bit disappointed.

Ancile rolled his eyes, was too lazy to pay attention to her, and walked quickly towards the living room.

I was afraid that my father, brother, Gordon and the others would talk nonsense.

"Bang!" Pushed open the door of the living room.

The scene that Anciel was worried about, where the two parties were quarreling due to misunderstandings, did not appear. On the contrary, the four of them seemed to be chatting happily.

Feng Ying dropped snacks into her mouth one by one.

The father was smiling, and while getting all kinds of information about the Land of Fire from Feng Ying, that silly kid, he ordered his attendants to bring over some delicious refreshments.

The elder brother, Jessica, wore a friendly smile that was very easy to like, and chatted with Gordon about some interesting things that happened during their trip.

The scene is very harmonious.

Seeing his daughter pushing the door open aggressively, Mr. Sterling waved to her with a smile.

"Where have you gone? Come here quickly. It would be too rude to bring a friend to the door but there is no trace of him."

"." Ancier gritted his teeth.

Didn't you ask your mother to hold me back and then run here on your own?

He walked over angrily, couldn't hold it back, raised his foot and stepped hard on his father's toe.

Mr. Sterling's face remained normal, he reached out and patted Gordon on the shoulder and said: "This child has been spoiled by us and her brother since she was a child. She has an arrogant personality and is probably not very popular outside.

You are a reliable child. Please take more care of me, little girl. "

Jessica also smiled and echoed: "Father just said that if your future boyfriend is half as mature and reliable as Mr. Gordon, he will be relieved."

"Oh..." Mr. Sterling sighed heavily.

The pretentious expression of regret made Ancier's forehead veins twitch.

Gordon twitched his lips, not knowing what to say, so he could only smile awkwardly but politely.

After enjoying a luxurious dinner at the reception of the Sterling family.

Ancile forcefully refused her mother's offer to let them stay at home, insisting on returning to live in the "little house" she purchased privately.

The eyes of Ancile's parents and brother Jessica once again fell on Gordon, intentionally or unintentionally.

After a period of reaction, Gordon, who had already figured out the reason for the slightly strange reaction of Ancier's family, immediately expressed his attitude:

"You and Feng Ying can live together. I'll rent a hunter's cabin at the assembly hall, which will be more convenient."

Feng Ying, who was dealing with the dessert in front of her, raised her head in confusion, "Isn't it said that it is a three-story house? Is it enough for one person to live in?"

Gordon pushed her raised head back and casually made up an excuse, "Pork Chop and I have a lot of things to do, especially Pork Chop sometimes does some explosives testing, so it's not convenient to squeeze in with you. "

Ancier also knew what the family was thinking, but the rebellious nature that had only been in the past few years resurfaced at this time.

She interrupted Gordon and said in a strong tone: "It's not inconvenient. You and Pig Chop live on the first floor. If Pig Chop wants to do experiments, he can do them in the basement.

We are teammates on the same team. It is normal to live together. There is no need to worry about anything else. "

"."

The way Sterling and his wife looked at Gordon became strange again.

Is it possible that my daughter is still a loser?