Chapter 891 Can you chat? !
Even after Alva’s pleading, Gordon and others stayed.
Perhaps the relationship between the two people is not as close as they thought.
The owl still looks expressionless and doesn't say much.
After handing the perfectly peeled apple to Alva who was lying in bed, she took out a handkerchief, wiped the juice on the dagger and fingers, put them away again, and sat upright.
Everyone just watched her methodical movements and fell into silence.
The atmosphere in the room became a little depressing.
After a brief silence, the young woman with brown skin and light hair spoke in a calm tone, "I'm here to visit the patient, not to perform a mission. Why are you so nervous?"
The four people on the silver side: "."
Are you kidding? I can’t laugh!
Gordon cleared his throat and said, "Miss Owl, is it okay if I call you this? Excuse me."
"Rania." The young woman interrupted Gordon. After looking at a few people, she continued: "This is my name. Please be sure not to mention the code name when not on a mission, especially in public places. .”
Gordon twitched the corner of his mouth and showed an unnatural smile, "Okay, Miss Rania, may I ask, why do I feel like I don't have anything to ask?"
Hayata rolled her eyes and took over the topic, "Miss Rania, I heard from Pig Chops that you were injured in the explosion? Are the injuries serious?"
Rania shook her head slightly, "Mr. Alva blocked the blast for me at that time, so I was not injured. I was just stunned for a while by the impact."
“Oh?” Feng Ying looked at Alva narrowly, “So this is how you got the burns on your body?
Very brave and very good! Brother Alva! "
Alva shivered, and the apple in his hand fell on the bed. He picked it up hurriedly, "Please, please don't make such a joke!
This is just a protective behavior that exists in the human subconscious! Just like when you see something flying close to your eyes and subconsciously raise your hand to block it, it is a conditioned reflex! "
Feng Ying was too lazy to listen to this guy's nonsense. She looked at Rania, whose expression had not changed, and asked, "So Miss Rania is here because of her heartbeat?"
"No." Rania denied decisively, "It's just out of gratitude."
“But. But enter other men’s rooms, sit on his bedside and peel apples for him or something like that.” Feng Ying, who was keen on causing trouble, tried to change the concept secretly.
“Miss Feng Ying.” Rania stared at Feng Ying with a serious tone.
Facing the serious tone of the other party, Feng Ying had no time to think about the somewhat scary question "Why can Dark Night call my name all of a sudden?"
Subconsciously, he straightened his body and replied, "Yes!"
“I am very sure that, at least so far, I have no male or female feelings towards Mr. Alva, I am just grateful for his sacrifice at that time to help me.
It just so happened that I was on vacation for the past few days, so I came over to visit and express my gratitude. "
“Uh, okay, I get it.”
Since the other party has denied it so seriously, it would be inappropriate to joke about it again.
But I have to say that after Feng Ying’s gags, the previous stiff and awkward atmosphere has softened a lot.
Gordon said with some emotion: "Miss Owlania's feeling is a little different from the first time we met."
At that time, this dark night suspected that he had contact with Black Hawk, and kept an eye on him and Pig Chop for several days, which was quite terrifying.
“I feel that too, meow.” Pig Chop handed a banana to Alva and Rania each, “Although she is still very serious, meow, but I always feel that Ms. Rania’s emotions are richer than before, meow?”
Rania took the banana, but did not peel it and eat it, nor did she answer the question.
Anhil looked at the biology-related books on the bookshelf and the desk, and said casually: "It should be that he has received some special training to abandon emotions, so that he can maintain absolute calmness and rationality under mission conditions.
Shooters will also have relevant training, but Dark Night’s method may be much more extreme. "
Rania still remained silent, and Gordon felt that this might be considered a tacit sign.
The room fell into silence again.
Hayata sighed, admiring these guys' ability to chat to death.
“Is Rania also from a desert nation?” She changed the topic in another direction.
“Yes.” Rania nodded.
Hearing Hayata mention pandan, a smile appeared on Rania's face, "Miss Pandan, its keen sense of smell is impressive."
Zhupa scratched his beard and said disdainfully: "Meow, it smells like a desert, meow. It must be recognized from your skin color and hair color, meow. The characteristics of the desert nation are so obvious."
Hayata's smile froze for a moment, "The skin color of the desert people does seem to be wheat-colored. Several hunters we know from the desert are the same."
Pork Chop hugged his chest and shook his head, "But Miss Rania's skin color is really dark, and with the Velociraptor Armor, the darker areas make her invisible."
ˆ “.”
Hayata grinded his teeth, took the pork chop's cheek and rubbed it hard.
Is this the same mouth that talks to death over and over again? !
After declining the invitation from Alva’s father, Mr. Evan, to have lunch, Gordon and his entourage walked out of Alva’s house.
Rania was left alone.
She said that she would stay with Alva until sunset to talk to her to express her gratitude.
This way of expressing gratitude is really a bit subtle.
In this regard, Rania’s explanation was, “Mr. Alva is a very talkative person. When he and Alva partnered to monitor Styracosaurus on the volcanic island, he never stopped talking nonsense.”
After hearing this explanation, Hayata decisively grabbed a few companions, said goodbye and left.
It would be rude to stay here any longer.
Considering that they had to go to the Grand Old Hall to be summoned by the Grand Elder in the afternoon, they did not wander around and went directly to the public tavern to solve the lunch problem here.
They found a quieter wine table and sat down. They called the waiter and ordered their own meals.
As soon as they ordered, a figure came to their table, sat down on their own, and called the waiter back to add a few more dishes.
“Why is it you again?” Anhil frowned.
Gale was too lazy to pay attention to him and said to the other people excitedly: "Have you heard about it?"
“What did you hear?” Gordon asked casually.
“Title, title!” Gale looked a little excited.
"Oh, are you talking about 'Gail of Nirma'? It has been spread. It seems that they are quite efficient." A smile of revenge appeared on Ancier's face, "This money is worth spending. ”
Gail was stunned and looked at Ancil with eyes full of disbelief.
She did hear someone calling her that in the past two days, but she didn't think much about it. She just thought it was because she said it too often and everyone was joking about it.
no? Why do people still pay people to spread random nicknames? !
"Are you having a brain problem?!" Gale rolled up his sleeves and stepped on Ancier's chair. "Damn it, only one of you and I can survive today." Get out of the tavern!"
Anhil sneered, "It's just a tooth for a tooth."
Gail choked.
Of course she knew what the other person was referring to. Although she didn’t mean it, Ancil’s nickname of “rich man” probably, maybe, did come from her.
Confirming Gale's guilty conscience at that moment, Ancil's anger also surged.
It turns out it’s really you!
Seeing that the two of them were about to fight, Gordon quickly pushed them back to their seats, "Okay, these are all joking nicknames. If you don't publicize them deliberately, they will fade away soon.
Back to the topic, Gale, you just mentioned a title. Whose title is it? "
Gail took a deep breath to adjust his emotions, gave Anhir a vicious look, and muttered: "It belongs to Hayata.
It was spread by the hunters who participated in the defense of Styracosaurus. It seemed that it was Instructor Hilda or Instructor Altman who first proposed this? He might also be a master craftsman. "
"So what is the title?" Feng Ying asked quickly, she was so anxious.
Hayata felt a little embarrassed, but secretly pricked up her ears.
“Hahaha, the source may be what I said at that time, cough cough.” Master Xiang approached with an umbrella.
He said with a smile: "I said at that time, 'The red edge on the sword is extraordinary,' and then they spread the word.
It is the ‘Red Blade’, the Hayata of the Red Blade. "
Happy July and a half! bushi
(End of this chapter)