Chapter 810 Drawing of Hell
Anhil 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 over.
What to do.
etc?
Anhil suddenly came to his senses, why was he led astray by these guys? What do you feel guilty about?
Herta is indeed just a pen pal. At best, she and I just admire each other. In addition, we have similar reading hobbies, and we occasionally communicate through correspondence to exchange books. It is far from the level of confirmation of the relationship like Gordon Hayata.
Xuanxuan is even more outrageous. It is purely a life-saving relationship, right? If he hadn't been forcibly kidnapped by Gordon and the others' "minority obeys the majority", he would not have planned to come back to meet him.
What are you struggling with?
After thinking about it, Anhil suddenly became calm, "The tavern, just in time, let's go meet each other and treat ourselves 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. Eyes, "Sister Heta is also there!"
"Well, so?"
"Aren't you afraid that I will expose your affairs?"
"Who am I with? What's going on?" An Xil looked sideways at Feng Ying.
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 Ancil may not reply to a letter for several months.
Gordon raised his eyebrows and looked at Ancil, "I remember, you admitted that you had a crush on Herta, right before the hero celebration in Jieyun Village.
At that time, Said, if I confess to Hayata, you will confess to Herta."
Jessica's office was silent for a moment, and Hayata asked Gordon in a faint tone: "Is there any more? This matter?”
"Ahem" Gordon didn't know how to answer Hayata's question.
Jessica looked at Ancil with piercing eyes. Ancil's expression changed slightly, but he quickly calmed down, "I don't deny that I have a good impression of Hertha.
< br>But good impression is only a personal subjective perception and has no direct correlation with interpersonal relationships on an objective level.” Referring to Ancil, he interrupted, "The key lies in the second half of the sentence. As far as I know, Mr. Gordon and Miss Hayata have confirmed their relationship, so what is 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 taught you to be cautious and not to leave others behind. handle, I’m not letting you use it for this kind of thing.”
The veins on Anxier’s forehead were twitching, “Isn’t this what you have been looking for?”
“Oh, so. That's too outrageous!" Gordon stretched out his arm, hooked his arm around Ancil's neck, and chuckled, "We're just caring about your emotional life, just like you usually care about us."
"It's Meow." Zhupa also looked at An Xir with a pair of blank eyes.
Anhil: "."
"Let's go! Let's go to the Public Tavern now!"
"Wow, it's really big!" She raised her head and looked at the 20-meter-high ceiling of the Public Tavern, "Why is the ceiling so high here?"
Mrs. Sterling held her cheek, looking equally confused, "Neither does Auntie. Do you know?”
"Because the Great Elder comes here occasionally." A female voice came from the side, "Of course, the more important reason is that this is so impressive!"
The two subconsciously turned their heads to look and saw the huge Cat head, Xuanxu suddenly cheered, "Gai Sister!”
“Hehe, it’s really you, Xuanxu.”
Gail took off the huge helmet and threw it to the wine table aside, and met Xuanxu who jumped over. They hugged each other and gave Xuanxuan a kiss on the cheek.
Mrs. Sterling blinked and looked at the huntress in front of her curiously.
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 some strange reaction with the messy equipment.
Rebellious and wild style? Surprisingly okay?
"Who is this sister here?" After stamping a few pokes on Xuanxu's face, 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 was nearly 60 years old, and most of the people she came into contact with usually called her "Mrs." or "Ms."
She tried to trick Xuanxuan into calling her mother, but Xuanxuan was no longer a child. In the end, she used the dialect "aunt" as a title, which was at least more pleasant to the ear 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 anything stupid like slandering her son in front of her mother.
However, given her temperament, she is also not interested in praising someone against her true intentions, so she complains from some angles that are difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, such as obsessive-compulsive disorder, prudery, and pleasure-seeking.
These words seemed like complaints, but in Mrs. Sterling's ears, they had another meaning inexplicably.
Mrs. Sterling couldn't help but begin to wonder, this girl looked strangely familiar to that boy Ancil, could it be that kind of relationship?
I think 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 teammate or something
right?
Putting aside the previous unfounded conjecture for the time being, Mrs. Sterling hesitated for a moment and asked: "Miss Gale, have you heard of the name 'Herta'? I heard Ancil mention it before. "I passed"
She just said Halfway through, Gale grinned and said: "Herta? Haha, of course I know you. Just wait for me to take a look."
As he said that, Gale stood up and walked towards the task counter. He looked around and said, "She's here!"
Before Mrs. Sterling could stop her, Gale waved his hand and shouted: "Hertha! Hertha! Come here! Come here quickly!"
Hertha, standing behind the counter with a business smile, listened. I saw someone calling me 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 Hertha, 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.
Hertha's expression froze when he heard this.
Oh?
Mrs. Sterling was keenly aware of this, but she did not show any more abnormalities. She raised her palm to lead to the empty seat at the table and said with a generous smile: "Are you free to chat together for a while?
Forgive me as a mother for neglecting to care about 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. "
Hertha hesitated for two seconds, and finally nodded lightly and sat down.
When Ancil was pushed by Gordon and the others to the Public Tavern.
< br>I saw my mother, my pen pal, the person I had not dealt with since childhood, and the strange beautiful girl who was suspected to be my savior, sitting at the same table, chatting happily
Anhir's face almost split.
What the hell is this drawing of hell? !
Even if there was no evil in his heart, 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)