Chapter 810 Hell Map

Anhir was lost in 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 to do.

etc?

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

Herta was indeed just a pen pal. He and she only admired each other at best. In addition, they had similar reading hobbies and occasionally exchanged book lists 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 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.

So what are you struggling with?

After thinking about it, Anhil suddenly became calm, "It's just a tavern, let's go meet each other, and invite us for a meal. After all, Dongdoruma is also our territory, and Xuanxu has to come all the way here. Treat me well."

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

"Um, so what?"

"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 Yuyun Village.

At that time, I also said that if I confess my love to Hayata, I will confess my love to Hertha. "

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

"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.

However, 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 gritted 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 Anxier's forehead were twitching wildly, "Isn't it that you have been looking for me?!"

"Oh, that's too outrageous to say!" Gordon stretched out his arm and hooked Ancil's neck, laughing, "We are 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.

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 the 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 his 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 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, 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, and Gale was a little stunned when he learned that Ms. Sterling was Ancil's mother.

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 is also not interested 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 suspect that this girl looked strangely familiar to that boy Ancier. 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 Gale 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. Wait a minute and let me 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 his hands and shouted: "Hertha! Hertha! Come here! Come here quickly!"

With a business smile on her face, Herta, standing behind the counter, 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."

Herta nodded and walked out of the counter.

Looking at Herta, who was walking in a graceful manner, with 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 palm 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, 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 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, when I turned around, I found that the escape route was tightly blocked by Gordon and the others.