Stagi urgently withdrew, and just yesterday after Siinz reported Dulcy's reply, Barcellus soon received a request from Stagi to urgently return to the guild.

Three-legged goat hunters frequently enter and leave Modu.

At night, the artificial canopy of Sindari's moat closes, and the colorful life of the night has just begun.

Barcelus waits in his greenhouse for the urgent return of Staki, and the plants begin to emit carbon dioxide, and Barcellus sits on a wicker chair where the plants protrude.

It would be easy for Staki to return to Sindari, she could teleport herself back via the "Lucky Key", but she couldn't leave ahead of the time because the position of Hunter Representative left in House Buda could not be vacant.

The Three-Legged Goat is very strict in his work, and Barcelus does not believe 100% in any force outside the guild, and in the guild he trusts Siinz the most.

Barcelus was to Siinz what Jonami was to Hanan.

Staki waited in Mordu until late at night, when the guild arrived to replace her hunter on the front foot, and she flew back to the guild on the back foot.

The presence of the Balkans in Mordu and the alliance with the Zielli family is indeed shocking news.

"You're showing the goat's teeth."

Seeing Staki's dusty appearance, Barcelus was not surprised at all, Staki and Balkan made a move, and Balkan was an out-of-the-ordinary youth.

And Si Daqi is not a person who repays grievances with virtue, she will take revenge if she has revenge.

Goats show their fangs and horns at provocateurs.

They are different from the family, hunters don't need decency, hunters just need deterrence.

Staki nodded, she looked like everything was fine on the outside, but her head was buzzing now, and she was tired.

"Well done, let that open-mouthed rich and sick boy know that the hunter is still a place to talk with his fists."

Barcelus said with a chin that Staki had not disgraced the guild, and that it was not in vain that the guild had cultivated her.

"Go and rest, there's something else for you to do tomorrow."

Baseileus waved his hand, signaling for Stage to leave.

The guild is not connected by blood, and all the hunters are bound together only by common interests, and in some ways it is more difficult for the guild to control his subordinates than the patriarch to command the entire clan.

"And get Siinsh."

Staki listened to all that Barcellus had to say before leaving.

Leaving the greenhouse, Staki walked a little slowly, knowing that it would take a few days for her head to become comfortable with the strength of the Balkans.

She's not an iron body, and her "perfect vase" can fix her, but she comes at a cost when she activates her ability form.

She would be weak and tired during those days.

It is not easy for a woman to live in this fist-supreme hunter dimension.

Her teeth had slammed into the flesh of her mouth from the sudden impact on the wall, and she now smelled of blood in her mouth.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder, she wasn't frightened, she just subconsciously raised her eyes.

Actually, three-legged goats are safe, and she remembers that people often do it.

The warm yellow light of the hallway hit the face of the man who patted her on the shoulder, and Siinz liked to pat him on the shoulder quietly, and he was always silent.

A little chewing on cloves will be a little more comfortable.

Only one person in the entire guild could use sign language to communicate with her, and everyone tacitly accepted that she was hearing-free, so they all used their vocal cords to make sounds.

Sinz walked breathlessly and without sound, like a shadow, and Staki often couldn't spot his approach, even though her hearing was quite remarkable.

I'm not so serious, I'll look for you.

Siinz is very quiet, he is actually used to using sign language, because he was not allowed to speak, and in the past he relied heavily on sign language to communicate.

She explained that she claimed that she was fine, but in fact she would fall asleep in the bath at any time due to tiredness while taking a hot bath.

Rest well, Farrow, and I feel bad about you, but you can say that.

He raised his hand and pressed her head, either rubbing or touching, or gently pressing her hard, and he walked away.

Siin showed that he didn't believe she was in good shape.

She has a strange nickname, and since she entered the guild, Siinz has been obsessively calling her a finch.

The finch should describe the woman with a delicate voice, a person with a defective vocal cord, a person with a missing voice, who has not heard her voice.

So she didn't understand why Siinn gave her that nickname.

Maybe I think if you can speak, your voice should be beautiful.

Si Inn explained seriously, she didn't seem to understand why he thought so, Si Inn actually had a lot of wonderful ideas.

His imagination is richer than that of a child, which is contrary to his silent appearance, not only is his imagination extraordinarily rich, Siinz also has a genius cell, and the amount of myelin in his brain is higher than that of ordinary people, in other words, he learns much faster than ordinary people.

Perhaps these can better explain the unusualness of Siinex.

I don't know, but I probably think you're a good fit for this nickname.

Men were very proficient in sign language at that time, and it was clear that sign language had become an indelible habit in their lives.

They use gestures to act as a medium of communication.

You're good-looking, and if you can speak, you deserve a good voice.

It's hard to imagine that Siinn would be very serious about sharing his thoughts with her, he thinks that good people should be associated with good things, and he is very idealistic when he says this.

I thought you wouldn't be so fancy.

She just thought at the time that Si Inn was also a flamboyant person, and men were the same.

I'm going to be a little sad when you say that.

"Sad" is a bit complicated, looking at his flipped-up hand, he said he was sad, although she couldn't see Siin's emotion, but he said so.

Siinz has no facial expressions, stagnant eyes, dull pain but keen senses, thanks to his former occupation.

You also have feelings?

She always thought that Siinz was a person who was neither sad nor happy, that he was the kind of dead face, a man who was insulated from seven emotions and six desires.

She asked him teasingly.

I have, I love butterflies, I love avocados, I have the same feelings as you do.

Siinz was very serious, and he even gave examples to prove that he was as rich in feelings as ordinary people, and she laughed that day, and was amused by him.

How could there be such a serious person in the world, couldn't he hear that she was just teasing him?

Si Inn is a rare serious person in the absurd world, who likes colorful butterflies and tasteless avocados, and will seriously think about many details of life.

He was a truly emotional person. But no one felt that he was rich in heart.

I also like butterflies.

She also likes, butterflies.

As she recalls it in the bathtub, she is so tired that she may need to chew on a little clove, and Siinz is right to say that she is not in good shape.

……

Honanstine was tormented, he was wondering how he was going to speak, think about it quickly.

Honanstine circles outside Roman's room.

He's not a gossip guy, he's not, Jonanstin slapped his face, or he'd better go down.

He wasn't ready.

Honanstine snorted, after staying with Roman for a long time, Roman did not become elegant because of Jonanstine's politeness, but Honanstine was inexplicably assimilated by Roman.

He learned to make impatient smacks, frown, and even a little suspicious of wanting to spit on a hooligan.

Roman's door was slammed open, and Roman looked at him with an unkind face.

"Get in, I'll be in there for as long as you go around!"

Roman had a pen stuck in his ear, and it seemed that he was reading at night, and the bright lamp on his desk made Roman's face particularly ugly.

Roman's frown could have killed the fly, and Honansdin swallowed to himself.

If only he were Theresa, he could make Roman punch him as soft as cotton hit.

An idea crossed Jonansteen's mind.

Then he took a deep breath and walked into Roman's room.

Honansteen sat on the floor, and Roman sat on his chair with his feet crossed, flipping through the book he had just closed.

Honansteen watched Roman put the "paleontology" textbook on his thigh, and it seemed that Roman was very prejudiced against the subjects with bad family attributes.

"If you have something to say, don't be nervous about grabbing your hair, I look idle?"

Honanstine heard the sound of Roman scribbling a book, both neat and crisp.

Roman had a habit of leaving the window open at night, and Honanstine felt a chilly cold wind burrowing into Roman's room from time to time.

"Uh, how do you say that......"

Honan Stine stirred his fingers a little nervously, will he be thrown out of the window by the collar by Roman, Honan Stin subconsciously looked at the open window.

There was a room outside the window where the lights were still on.

"I've heard Theresa has suitors."

, Honansteen, what the hell are you talking about.

Honanstin twitched inside, and the expression on his face was subtle, as if he had lied and lied spiritually.

He tried to introduce his subject with this sentence, which sounded like a good idea, and Honanstine was actually somewhat expecting Roman's reply.

"Hmm."

The ink on Roman's tip smudged, and he pressed the tip of the pen hard, and the ink began to spread, listening to his calm response.

Hell, Honanstin circled around his door, then came in and looked around, and finally after a long time of brewing, Honanstin finally said something substantial.

Hearing this question caused Roman's heart to throb indescribably.

"No, no, no, Roman listen to me, listen! It's a guess of mine, do you find yourself weird, especially in Theresa's presence? ”

Then Honansteen found that Roman was neither angry nor statistic, so that his prepared words were blocked.

This will not work! Don't be choked!

Say it, Jonansteen, if you throw it down from the third floor, you may not break bones, but you will only get bruises.

Hearing the cry in his heart, Jonanstin bravely raised his eyes and found Roman still there with his head bowed and writing.

"I've always been weird."

Roman silently recited a sentence in his heart, what troubles did Honanstine encounter today, did his sister have a bad time, or did his mother use him again?

So radical?

He even came to pay attention to his emotional life? Suddenly concerned about his love life?

Roman thought to himself, didn't he have "I, the surprised one" written all over his face.

Roman looked up, grinding his teeth, and Honanstine heard Roman's teeth rubbing.

"Do you know how weird you are?"

Honansteen, you can do it, Honansteen said in his heart as he cheered for himself.

Think about it, Roman has carried you back, you are still in front of him ready to drink toilet water and vomit, you are already friends in adversity.

Jonanstine thought about it, if according to the marriage, he is Robelk's uncle, Roman is the uncle of Rhem, and he is Roman's ......?

Relatives and old relationships are chaotic.

"Why do you subconsciously look at her, and you seem to be uncomfortable with your physical contact, you feel embarrassed."

Honanstine I advise you to say less, Honanstine cheered himself up, and he himself leaked air.

Roman would then say coldly - less set almost, we don't know each other that well, he fucking thinks he's disgusting, etc.

Honansteen prophesied himself as he pushed forward.

"I'll admit Theresa is very talkative, but you're also too eccentric, you really like to raise the bar with her, why is that? Haha, you're really weird right now. ”

When Honansdin said this, he subconsciously smiled awkwardly, okay at this point, he shut up.

After Jonanstin finished speaking, he closed his mouth and Roman looked at him silently, and Honanstin was so nervous that his hair stood on end.

Tonight's autumn wind was a bit seeping, and Jonanstin subconsciously rubbed his arms with his hands.

"It sounds like a deep resentful woman's question, she is my tablemate, when I am bored, can I look at you on the other side of the ocean."

Roman smiled disdainfully, snorted and lowered his head.

Roman wrote a "Theresa" in his book and then scribbled it out with a pen.

Honanstin was telling the truth, and he was also taken aback.

Whether the above behavior existed, he didn't notice much.

"As long as Lulu slaps you hard enough, you'll also have a shadow on her physical contact, do you want to experience Teresa's characteristic elbow strikes in advance?"

Roman put down his pen and put his hand up and twisted it for a moment, Theresa was a problem that was not a problem.

Looking at Roman's fist, Honansteen thought to himself...... Forget it, this kind of fist is still used to beat Xiuli.

Jonanstine subconsciously shook his head and refused.

Roman's middle finger joint is still very obvious, and this kind of punch looks painful.

"But come to think of it, Tya Lulu's kind of cursed doll can suffocate you even by breathing the same air, and you may be depressed too."

Roman wanted to change the subject, and Honan Stein was conscious.

"Actually, it's okay, she doesn't talk much, except it's boring......"

Honansteen ended the topic with a witty twist and forced communication with Roman, who will make you pay a heavy price.

Honanstine remembered his own painful experiences.

"She may have cognitive impairment with the opposite sex, and she reminds me of the kind of weirdos who have been raised in the bell tower since childhood, and she has never seen anyone except the old nun who brought her food every day."

Tya Lulu's harsh accusations against Roman, tooth for tooth like Roman, Roman's mouth Tya Lulu is almost a portrayal of feudal ignorance and insidiousness.

Roman is different from Theresa, who is not polite to those who are not kind to him, and Roman is even more different from Honanstine, who is too lazy to put up with other people's tempers.

Frieon hardly expected Roman to start a family, as he felt that women who could tolerate Roman were almost non-existent.

Roman's hand holding the book was forced, and the book was clamped violently, and Honanstine's voice was closed by the book felt that the book was actually him, and his back tightened subconsciously.

"Shall I give you the bed to sleep on, I will sleep on the ground."

Roman suddenly changed the subject, and Honanstin was stunned for a moment, he was about to say no, and then he realized that this was a signal that Roman was ready to chase away customers.

"I'll go down first, I'm sleepy!"

Jonansteen stood up with a "whoosh", he was about to run.

"Good night!"

Watching Jonanstin walk away in a hurry.

"Evil ......"

Roman looked at the door that had been gently closed and muttered.

Honan Stine is a "greasy" man, Honan Stine has a surprisingly delicate mind, and Roman often sees him as a woman who hides in the pile of men.

Being asked by Honansteen like this, Roman found that he was also speechless for a while, and he shouldn't be.

Roman recalled their conversation, and it seemed that he needed to keep an eye on himself.