Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 810 Hell Drawing

Author: It’s a puffer fish

Chapter 810 Hell Drawing

Anhir fell into deep thought.

In front of him was the interested gaze of Jessica, and behind him were the inexplicably enthusiastic gazes 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 shout, "Of course the hunter wants to go to the tavern!" or something like that, and then forcefully drag him there.

What should be done.

etc?

An Xil suddenly came to his senses. How could he be led astray by these guys? What did he feel guilty about?

Herta was indeed just a pen pal, and he and she just admired each other at best. In addition, they had similar reading hobbies and occasionally exchanged books through correspondence, which was far from the level of confirmation of the relationship that Gordon Hayata had.

Xuanxu is even more outrageous. This is purely a life-saving relationship, right? If Gordon and the others had not forcibly kidnapped him with the "minority obeys the majority" principle, he would not have even planned to come back to meet him.

So what are you struggling with?

After thinking about it, Anhil suddenly became calm, "The tavern, just in time, let's go and meet each other, and then treat us to a meal. After all, East Doruma is also our territory, Xuanxu has to come all the way here.

Treat me well."

Feng Ying stared, "Sister Heta is there too!"

"Well, so what?"

"Aren't you afraid that I will expose your affairs?"

"Who am I with? What's going on?" An Xil looked at Feng Ying sideways.

Feng Ying choked, and when she thought about it, Anxier seemed to have never been too close to anyone of the opposite sex. Herta could barely count, but it was mostly Hurley and them who were causing trouble.

Even when it comes to correspondence, Hertha is always more proactive, and Ancier may not reply to a letter for several months.

Gordon raised his eyebrows and looked at Ancil, "I remember that you admitted that you had a crush on Herta, right before the hero celebration in Jieyun Village.

At that time, he also said that if I confess my love to Hayata, you should go and confess your love to Hertha."

There was silence in Jessica's office for a moment, and Hayata asked Gordon in a faint voice: "Has this ever happened before?"

"Ahem" Gordon didn't know how to answer Hayata's question.

Jessica looked at Ancier with sharp eyes. Ancier's expression changed slightly, but he quickly calmed down, "I don't deny that I have a good impression of Hertha.

But good impression is only a subjective personal perception and has no direct correlation with interpersonal relationships on an objective level."

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

?”

Ancier shrugged, "The agreement is time-sensitive. Besides, I was just trying to force Gordon to confirm his intention. It doesn't mean anything."

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

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

The shrewd businesswoman sighed, "Anhil, we have taught you to be cautious since you were a child and not to give people any leverage. We did not let you use it for this kind of thing."

The veins on An Xil's forehead jumped wildly, "Isn't it that you have been looking for something to do with me?!"

"Oh, that's too outrageous to say!" Gordon stretched out his arm, hooked Ancier's neck, and chuckled, "We are just caring about your emotional life, just like you usually care about us.

"

"It's Meow." Zhupa also looked at Anxier with blank eyes.

Anhir: "."

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

"Wow, it's really big!" Xuanxu tried her best to raise her head and looked at the twenty-meter-high ceiling of Dazhong Tavern, "Why is the ceiling built so high here?"

Mrs. Sterling held her cheek, looking equally confused, "Auntie doesn't know, either?"

"Because the Great Elder comes here occasionally." A female voice came from the side, "Of course, the more important reason is that this is how impressive it is!"

The two subconsciously turned around and saw the huge cat head. Xuanxu suddenly cheered, "Sister Gale!"

"Hehe, it is indeed you, Xuanxu."

Gale took off his huge helmet, threw it on the wine table aside, hugged Xuanxu as he jumped over, and gave Xuanxu a "chip" on the face.

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

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

But when he took off his helmet, Gale's big black waves and bright facial features suddenly had a strange reaction with the messy equipment.

Rebellious and wild style? Surprisingly okay?

"Who is this sister here?" After stamping Xuanxu's face a few times, Gale looked at Ms. Sterling curiously.

Of course she could tell that the other person was not a hunter, and his clothing and temperament did not look like ordinary citizens.

This "sister" made Ms. Sterling very happy. She is nearly sixty years old, and most of the people she interacts with call her "ma'am" or "ma'am."

She tried to trick Xuanxuan into calling her mother, but Xuanxuan was no longer a child, so she ended up calling her "aunt" in a dialect, which was at least more pleasant to her ears than aunt.

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

The three of them soon chatted together. When they learned that Ms. Sterling was Ancil's mother, Gale was a little stunned.

Although she has never dealt with Ancil very well, her emotional intelligence is not low, so she will not do stupid things like slandering her son in front of her mother.

However, given her temperament, she has no interest in praising someone against her true intentions, so she complains from angles that are difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, such as obsessive-compulsive disorder, prudery, and pleasure-seeking.

These words, which seemed like complaints, seemed to have another meaning in Mrs. Sterling's ears.

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

It seems that I did hear Jessica say that Ancil has a rather ambiguous female friend, but her name is also different?

Mrs. Sterling looked at Gail again.

Based on her understanding of her son, this girl doesn't look like Ancil's ideal type. She should be just an ordinary friend, or a former teammate or something.

Bar?

Putting aside the previous unfounded conjecture, Mrs. Sterling hesitated for a moment and asked: "Miss Gale, have you heard of the name 'Herta'? I heard Ancil mention it before."

As soon as she was halfway through her words, Gale grinned widely and said, "Herta? Haha, of course I know you. Just wait a moment for me to take a look."

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

Before Mrs. Sterling could stop her, Gale waved her hands and shouted: "Hertha! Hertha! Come here! Come here quickly!"

Herta, who was standing behind the counter with a business smile on her face, heard someone calling her and looked over.

The eldest sister of the triplets, Hetty, smiled and said to her: "It's Miss Gale calling you. There may be something urgent. Go ahead. There's nothing here for now. It's almost lunch break."

Hertha nodded and walked out of the counter.

Looking at Herta, who was walking with a graceful manner and a hint of subtle alienation in her politeness, Ms. Sterling couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

That’s right, the kid should like this one!

"This is the mother of that Ancier guy!" Gale, who had some guesses in his mind, introduced with a smile.

When Herta heard this, her expression froze obviously.

Oh?

Mrs. Sterling was keenly aware of this, but she did not show any more abnormalities. She raised her palms to lead to the empty seat at the table and said with a generous smile: "Are you free to chat for a while?

Forgive me as a mother for neglecting to care for that child over the years.

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

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

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

I saw my mother, my pen pal, someone I had not dealt with since childhood, and a strange beautiful girl who was suspected to be my savior, sitting at the same table, chatting happily.

Anxier's face was about to burst.

What the hell kind of drawing is this?!

Even though there was nothing wrong with him, he still had the urge to turn around and run away.

However, looking back, I found that the escape route was tightly blocked by Gordon and the others.

(End of chapter)