While Constance was thinking about Poppy, Poppy nimbly jumped into the room from the window, jumped on Constance.
"Bobby, you"
Before Constance could finish speaking, Poppy cried, interrupting Constance.
"Sister, sister, meow, it's all Poppy's fault, it's all Poppy's fault." Poppy cried and apologized.
"What's wrong?" Constance was confused by Bobby's behavior. He didn't know how to comfort him, so he had to ask for the reason first.
Poppy covered her eyes with her cat paws and explained with a cry, "It's all Poppy's fault. Seeing the green bear beast, he was so scared that he crawled into the ground. Meow, otherwise sister, sister wouldn't be injured like this. ah."
"It's okay, it's okay." Constance raised her forearm slightly and stroked Poppy's head with her palm to comfort her.
After Bobby said this, Constance roughly figured out the reason for the matter.
In the end, Poppy is still an Ellu who can speak human language, or a cat who can speak human language. Cats will still be scared when they see monsters that are far more powerful than themselves. It is understandable to say that Poppy "ran away". of.
"Sister, do you really not blame me?" Poppy touched Constance's hand with her wet paws and looked at Constance with tears in her eyes.
"How can you blame Bobby? Bobby is always a coward, oh no, a timid kitten." Constance looked at Bobby's pitiful appearance and replied with a smile.
"Meow, Poppy is not a timid kitten. No, Poppy can only be a timid Ellu, which is wrong." Poppy was stunned by herself. She covered her head with her little paws and shook her head, "Meow, I was My sister got dizzy. From now on, Poppy will not let her down and will be a brave Ellu."
"It will definitely happen." Constance was relieved when she saw Bobby's serious face and excited look.
After solving Poppy¡¯s problem, the gambling issue can be said to have come to an end.
Two days later, Captain Christina also came to "report" about Des.
Randy¡¯s temperament changed drastically for some unknown reason, and he took the initiative to go to the hospital to apologize to Des, and announced that he had failed in the bet.
And Des ignored the past grudges and asked Christina to thank Constance on his behalf, then returned home sick and enjoyed a leisurely time in the small village of his hometown.
"By the way, Constance," Christina looked back at Constance on the hospital bed before leaving, "You also have a good rest. You won't be with our team for the past two months. We have a big mission ahead of you. There is absolutely no way that this body can travel with us now, so just rest in peace and recuperate."
Before Constance could express his position, Christina left.
"Oh, it must have been a boring two months." Constance sighed as she lay on the bed, feeling her limbs still weak and sore.
Yes, if Constance was still resting in the hospital bed, Constance would indeed be extremely bored in the past two months. But one day half a month later, a hunter came to visit, ending her boring days.
"Miss, there is a hunter looking for you." On the 23rd day, Constance was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling boredly when the maid's voice came to her ears.
"Why is there still someone?" Constance also heard about the grand situation of the Rollins family during the three days she was in a coma, and now someone is actually looking for her?
"Miss, are you awake?" The maid outside the door waited for a while, and when Constance didn't respond, she asked again.
"Oh, please invite her in." Constance was stunned for a moment, then recovered, still wondering about the purpose of the visitor.
The maid responded and left the door to receive the visitor, while Constance fell into thinking, who came to see her? She didn't know many people in this Loklak. A few names flashed through her mind but she quickly denied them.
"Forget it, don't think about it anymore." Constance sighed after thinking for a while and felt his head hurt.
"Hello, Miss Constance." The door was opened, and then a girl with white eyes appeared in front of Constance.
"Who are you?" Constance stared at the girl in front of him for a while, but he didn't connect it with any of the names in his head, so he asked doubtfully.
"You don't know me?" The girl with white eyes pointed at her face in surprise.
Constance shook his head slightly, "I haven't seen it before."
"Okay, okay." The girl in white waved her hand helplessly and solemnly introduced: "My name is Aifubi."
"Here, the name sounds familiar." Constance blinked and searched in his mind.?The memory associated with this name.
"Oh my, it's so rare that someone doesn't remember me even after I explain a hunt." The girl in white covered her head, looking like she had a headache.
"Oh, you were the commentator at that time?" Constance finally remembered after combining the words and voice of the girl with white eyes in front of him.
"By the way, I am the commentator who will explain the game for you, Aifubi." The girl in white read out her name word by word, as if she wanted Constance to imprint her name in his mind.
"Hello, are you okay?" Now that he recognized who it was, Constance said a friendly hello, raised his recovered hand and shook it gently with the girl in white.
The girl in white just put her hand down from her face and covered her face again, "Oh my, I forgot about the real thing. This time I came to invite Miss Constance to join our mission."
"What, you want me to go on a mission with you?" Constance jumped up from the bed excitedly. She had been bored in bed for almost a month. How could she not be excited when she heard the news?
"Oh, yes, yes, Miss Constance, are you willing?" Afbe asked again with a smile.
"This, this," Constance hesitated, "I am now a member of the Dragon Blood Team. Can I temporarily join you and hunt together?"
"No problem," Avbi adjusted her glasses, "It is completely allowed by the guild to join our team temporarily and hunt together. The team is not as binding as you think, Miss Constance."
"Oh, that's it." Constance nodded, "By the way, aren't you the commentator? Why are you still a hunter?"
When Afbe heard this, she looked at Constance as if she were an idiot and asked, "I'm not a hunter, how can I be a commentator?"
Constance suddenly realized that if the commentator of the hunting and gambling fight was not a hunter, he really couldn't do it well, so he had to smile awkwardly and quickly changed the subject.
"Why did you choose me?"
"Why didn't I choose you?" It was still a rhetorical question.
"I am just a first-level hunter, and I have just recovered from a serious illness." Constance gave an example.
"Although you are just a hunter, you let me see your side as a hunting artist in the gambling battle!" From Avbi's mouth, Constance heard a word she had never heard before.
"Hunting for artists?"
"That's right, that's right, I forgot to introduce it, our team's name is artists." Aifubi spat out another word that seemed incompatible with hunting.
"Art? Isn't hunting something iron-blooded? How come it has anything to do with art." Constance looked down at the blood-stained bandage still wrapped on her arm.
"How come it has nothing to do with art?" After hearing this, Aifubi's face changed drastically and she said angrily, "Hunting is an art. You use music to increase your strength. Isn't that beautiful music art? You are going around. Isn't the tactic of dodging against stone pillars an artistic expression of hunting? Your last dodge was accurate to one centimeter. That was the art of nakedness, the dance steps of a hunter!"
The more she talked, the more excited she became. She picked up Constance¡¯s water glass and drank it in one gulp. ¡°Do you understand? The future artist Miss Constance.¡±
"Yeah, yeah." Constance was stunned for a moment, and nodded subconsciously.
"It's good to know. We are a group of hunters who consider themselves hunting artists. We don't like the head-to-head hunting with blood and medicine." Although Aifubi used the word "dislike" to describe the head-on hunting, her face looked as if she had eaten. The bug-like expression made Constance think that perhaps "disgust" in her mind was more correct, no, "disgusting" was more correct.
While Aphub was speaking, Constance savored it carefully and slightly agreed with Aphub's view. Of course, Constance was not an extreme art fanatic like Aphub and her teammates. By.
¡°Perhaps safety first is the most scientific way to describe Constance.
"Okay, I agree."
"You agree?" Avibi shouted happily, feeling happy to be able to hunt with an "artist" like Constance.
"Yes, I agree, but it may take ten days for my injury to fully recover." Constance glanced at the bandage on his arm, estimated a date, and reported it.
"No problem, we don't plan to take action immediately. This spring, the hunters are like eating bombs. They have to bet and fight all day long. It's annoying to death." Avbi complained, but the look on her face The smile cannot be concealed.??
"This commission is quite a lot." Constance expressed what Aifubi was thinking in one word.
"Oh no, that's not the case. I'm just happy to be able to perform the art of interpretation." Aifubi replied seriously, and then planned to give a lecture on her art of interpretation.
"Okay, I need to rest. Come see me again in a few days." Constance looked at the money-obsessed artist in front of him and issued an eviction order.
Ephebi had no choice but to shut her mouth and go to another room with Constance.
"Hey, I don't know what kind of mission it is. I seem to have always had bad luck." Constance recalled each of his missions. Only the apprenticeship assessment was smooth sailing, and he felt a chill.
"I won't get the title of "unlucky guy" in the future." Constance complained, and then lay down obediently, trying to let the wound heal completely as soon as possible and participate in the hunt.
? ?Thank you for your support. This chapter should be a big improvement in writing compared to the first chapter.