Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Anshir was lost in thought.

In front of him was Jessica's interested gaze, and behind him was the inexplicably enthusiastic gaze of those bastards.

He could guarantee that if he said "I don't want to go" at this time, Gordon and the others would definitely yell "Of course the hunter is going to the tavern!" or something, and drag himself there.

What should be done.

etc?

An Xier suddenly came to his senses, why was he led astray by these guys? What is there to be guilty of?

Herta is indeed just a pen pal, and she and I just admire each other at most. In addition, we have similar reading hobbies, and occasionally exchange bibliographies by correspondence, which is far from the level of confirming the relationship like Gordon Hayata.

The squid is even more out of the question, it's a pure life-saving relationship, okay? If it hadn't been forcibly tied up by Gordon and the others "the minority obeys the majority", he would not have planned to come back to meet.

So what are you struggling with?

An Shir, who had figured it out, immediately calmed down, "The tavern, it's just right, let's meet up together, and treat us to a meal, after all, Dongduoruma is also our territory, and we have to run all the way here. Treat me well."

Fengying stared, "Sister Heta is also there!"

"Well, so what?"

"Are you not afraid that I will expose your affairs?"

"Who am I with? What's the matter?" An Xier squinted at Fengying.

Fengying choked, thinking back, Anshir really didn't seem to have gotten too close to anyone of the opposite sex, Herta barely counted, but Hurley was more likely to be making trouble with them.

Even in the matter of communication, Hertha is always more proactive, and Anshir may not reply to a letter in a few months.

Gordon raised his eyebrows and looked at Anshir, "I remember, you admitted that you had a crush on Hertha, right before the Jieyun Village Heroes Celebration.

He also said at the time that if I confess my love to Harjatta, you should confess my love to Hertha. "

There was a moment of silence in Jessica's office, and Hayata asked Gordon in a low tone: "Has this ever happened?"

"Cough" Gordon didn't know how to answer Hayata's question for a moment.

Jessica looked at Anshir with piercing eyes, and Anshir's face changed slightly, but he calmed down quickly, "I don't deny that I have a crush on Hertha.

But favorability is only a personal subjective perception, and has no direct relationship with interpersonal relationships on the objective level. "

"Avoid the important and take the light." Jessica pointed at Anshir and interrupted him, "The key lies in the second half of the sentence. As far as I know, Mr. Gordon and Ms. Hayata have already confirmed their relationship, so what about your agreement? ?”

Anshir shrugged, "The agreement is time-sensitive, and I was just trying to force Gordon to confirm his intentions, which didn't explain anything."

Jessica frowned, looked at Gordon and asked, "Did he leave any written notes or confession letters?"

"Tsk." Gordon gritted his teeth, "No, he was pretending to be writing, but he was actually drawing a graffiti."

The shrewd businesswoman sighed, "Anshir, we taught you to be cautious since you were a child, and don't leave others as excuses. It's not for you to use it in this kind of thing."

Anxier's forehead was throbbing with veins, "Isn't it because you guys have been looking for me?!"

"Oh, it's too outlandish to say that!" Gordon stretched out his arm, hooked Anshir's neck, and laughed, "We are just concerned about your emotional life, just like you usually care about us. "

"It's meow." Pig Chop also rolled his eyes, looking at An Xier.

Anhill: "."

"Go! Let's go to the Public Tavern now!"

"Wow, it's really big!" The crocodile tried to look up, looking at the twenty-meter-high ceiling of the Public Tavern, "Why is the ceiling so high here?"

Mrs. Sterling held her cheek, also confused, "Auntie doesn't know?"

"Because the Great Elder will come here occasionally." A female voice came from the side, "Of course, the more important reason is that this is enough grandeur!"

The two subconsciously turned their heads to look, and when they saw the huge cat head, the squid immediately cheered, "Sister Gail!"

"Hee hee, it really is you, squid."

Gail took off the huge helmet, threw it on the wine table aside, hugged the nymph that jumped over, and smacked the nymph's face along the way.

Mrs. Sterling blinked and looked curiously at the huntress in front of her.

As a fashionista among ladies, her first impression of the other party's outfit was simply devastating.

But after taking off the helmet, Gail's big black waves and bright facial features immediately had a strange reaction with the messy equipment.

Rebellious wild style? Unexpectedly okay?

"Who is this sister over here?" Gail looked curiously at Ms. Sterling after poking the nymph's face a few times.

Of course she could tell that the other party was not a hunter, and her clothing and temperament were not like ordinary citizens.

This "sister" made Ms. Sterling very happy. She is nearly 60 years old, and most of the people she comes into contact with call her "Madame" or "Ms."

She tried to trick Xiyao into calling her mother, but Xiyao was no longer a child of a few years old, and finally used a partial dialect of "auntie", which was at least more pleasing to the ear than auntie.

But I have never met someone who took the initiative to call her sister.

The three chatted together quickly, and Gail was a little taken aback when she learned that Ms. Sterling was Anshir's mother.

Although she hadn't dealt with An Xier very much, she had a high EQ, so she wouldn't do stupid things like slandering her son in front of her mother.

However, with her temperament, she is also not interested in praising someone against her heart, so she complains from some angles that are difficult to distinguish right from wrong, such as obsessive-compulsive disorder, prudence, and pleasure crime.

These words, which seemed to be complaints and complaints, inexplicably produced another meaning in Mrs. Sterling's ears.

Mrs. Sterling couldn't help but began to suspect that this girl and that boy Anshir looked strangely familiar, could it be that kind of relationship?

It seems that I have indeed heard Jessica say that Anshir has a more ambiguous female friend, but the name is different?

Mrs. Sterling took another look at Gail.

Based on what she knows about her son, this girl is not like Anshir's ideal type, she should be just an ordinary friend, or have been a teammate or something

Bar?

Leaving aside the previous unfounded conjectures, Mrs. Sterling hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Miss Gail, have you heard of the name 'Herta'? I heard it mentioned by Anshir before."

As soon as she was halfway through her words, Gail grinned and said, "Hertha? Haha, of course I know you, wait for me to see."

With that said, Gail stood up and looked towards the mission counter, "She's here!"

Without waiting for Mrs. Sterling to stop, Gail waved his hands and shouted: "Hertha! Hertha! Come here! Come here!"

With a commercial smile on her face, Hertha, who was standing behind the counter, heard someone calling him and looked over.

The eldest sister of the triplets, Hetty, smiled and said to her: "Miss Gail is calling you, there may be something urgent, go, it's okay here, and it's almost lunch break."

Hertha nodded and walked out of the counter.

Looking at Hertha who was approaching slowly, well-behaved, and polite with a subtle alienation, Ms. Sterling couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

That's right, the child should like this one!

"This is the mother of that guy Anshir!" Gail, who had guessed in his heart, introduced with a smile.

Hertha's expression froze obviously upon hearing this.

Oh hoo?

Mrs. Sterling was keenly aware of this, but she didn't show any more strangeness, she raised her palm to lead to the empty seat by the table, and said with a generous smile, "Are you free to chat for a while?

Forgive my feelings as a mother for neglecting that child over the years

You are all his friends, and I hope to take this opportunity to learn more about his daily life. "

Hertha hesitated for two seconds, finally nodded lightly and sat down.

When Anshir was pushed by Gordon and the others to the Public Tavern.

When I saw my mother, my pen pal, someone I hadn't dealt with since childhood, and a strange beautiful girl who seemed to be my savior sitting at a table, talking happily.

Anshir's face was about to crack.

What the hell is this drawing? !

Even though there was no ghost in his heart, he still had the urge to turn around and run.

However, looking back, I found that the way of retreat was completely blocked by Gordon and the others.