Watching the Hunter gesticulate and attempt to explain, Lear suddenly felt that it looked rather comical at this mont.
"I'm grateful you saved , but I don't understand why?"
Lear muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper. He didn't expect the Hunter to respond; after all, in his understanding, this type of B.O.W. couldn't speak.
However, the Hunter in front of him clearly heard his words. It tilted its head slightly, appearing to be in deep thought about how to answer.
Seeing it like this, Lear couldn't help but chuckle. "It's fine, I was just asking. You don't have to..."
"You... different... good person... shouldn't die."
Just as Lear was about to tell it not to bother, a raspy voice suddenly echoed in his mind. The voice was intermittent and stuttering, as if it had only just learned how to speak.
Lear snapped his head up, staring at the Hunter in astonishnt. "Was that... you talking to ?"
The Hunter nodded and pointed to its own head.
"Just now... wanted to speak... and now I can!"
Lear stared blankly at the Hunter as it struggled to express itself, unable to suppress a gasp of wonder. "You're a genius! You just decided to talk and you could? And through direct ntal communication, no less... that's incredible!"
Hearing Lear's praise, the Hunter acted like a child receiving approval from an adult, dancing around in excitent.
"Genius! Genius! Genius!"
A string of voices flooded Lear's mind, the noise so overwhelming it felt like his head was about to burst. Lear quickly clutched his head. "Alright, alright, I get it, you're amazing! Stop shouting! You're making my head pound!"
Seeing Lear in distress, the Hunter imdiately realized it had ssed up. It went quiet and retreated into a corner like a child who had done sothing wrong, occasionally stealing glances at him.
Lear looked at its pathetic display with a sigh.
"Fine, nobody's blaming you. Just say things once from now on; you're not a broken record."
Though it didn't understand what a "broken record" was, seeing that Lear wasn't actually angry made it regain its energy instantly. It stood up from the corner and hopped back toward him.
Just imagine: a green lizard-man over two ters tall, skipping like a toddler...
"That sight... is nothing short of a horror movie," Lear sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"Alright, let's have a formal introduction. I'm Lear, a Raccoon City police officer." Lear shook his head, clearing the strange yet hilarious image from his mind, and smiled at it.
Lear had intended it as a simple introduction, but the Hunter's mood suddenly plumted.
Sensing the change, Lear had a vague inkling of why.
"Well... how about I give you a na?"
Hearing that Lear wanted to na it, the Hunter froze for a second before suddenly jumping three feet into the air.
"Good! Na! Na! Na!"
Looking at the creature's expectant gaze, Lear scratched his chin. "Lucky? Rover? No, no, those are too cliché."
While Lear was deliberating, a spark of inspiration flashed through his mind.
"How about I call you Friday!" The Hunter muttered the na to himself a few tis, then began hopping and jumping around happily. "Friday, Friday! Na! Na!"
The Hunter—or rather, Friday—suddenly hoisted Lear up from the ground.
"Na! Friday!"
Lear was spun around in the air several tis. He hurriedly shouted, "Alright, alright, I know you're happy, but put down first!"
Friday obediently set him down and nuzzled his arm affectionately, just like a massive dog.
Lear reached out to pat its head. To his surprise, he found that although Friday's body was covered in fine scales, they felt warm to the touch. They felt less like scales and more like a layer of hardened skin.
At that mont, Lear rembered sothing and asked, "What did you an before when you said I was a good person? And why did you attack at first?"
Friday fell silent for a mont before a voice tinged with grievance entered Lear's mind. "People following you… companions… hunted ."
Hearing Friday's words, Lear didn't understand what he ant at first.
"You an the people with ? Carlos and the others? They hunted you?"
Friday shook his head. "Not them… sa people… hunted."
Lear pondered for a mont, then looked up at him. "Do you an people wearing a uniform similar to Carlos and his team once hunted you?"
Seeing that Lear finally understood, Friday nodded vigorously.
Lear's brow furrowed as suspicions about the identity of those people imdiately ford in his mind. He continued, "So, you tried to ambush at first because you mistakenly thought I was with the people hunting you?"
Friday nodded instinctively, then shook his head frantically.
"Lear, good person… shouldn't hurt you… sorry…"
As he spoke, the voice in Lear's mind was full of guilt. Friday lowered his head, not daring to look at Lear.
Lear smiled. "It's okay, you were just scared. Besides, you saved . If it wasn't for you, I'd probably have been dragged away by zombies in the coffee shop."
Even though Lear didn't bla him, it was obvious that Friday still felt very guilty.
Just as Lear was about to say sothing else, a green figure flipped down from the second floor of the Main Hall and charged toward him.
Lear imdiately stood up from his chair, but the pain in his chest made his head spin, forcing him back down.
Seeing Lear's condition, Friday assud his injuries had worsened. He imdiately let out a roar at the green figure and slapped it across the head. The green figure was sent flying back even faster than it had arrived.
Lear recovered from his dizziness and saw that the green figure was a normal-sized Hunter with so sunken scales on its chest.
After swatting the Hunter away, Friday rushed to Lear's side and looked at him anxiously.
"I'm fine. It's just that my old injuries haven't healed yet. Broken bones don't nd that easily."
Lear patted Friday's large head and slowly stood up from the chair.
"Wait, is that the Hunter I kicked back at the hospital?"
Seeing that Lear was alright, Friday also let out a sigh of relief. He nuzzled Lear's hand with his massive head and replied, "Yes. It hurt, Friday saved it. It beca obedient, Friday leads it!"
From Friday's fragnted description, Lear more or less understood. After being kicked by Lear, this Hunter seed to have beco smarter. Once Friday rescued it, it viewed Friday as its leader, similar to an alpha in a wolf pack.
Its behavior just now was likely because it thought this human was dangerous and would hurt its leader, which is why it attacked Lear.
"Alright, I'm fine. Go check on it. This fellow is quite loyal to you," Lear said to Friday with a smile.
In truth, Lear could tell that Friday hadn't used lethal force. Given Friday's strength, that single blow would have likely crushed the other Hunter's head.
Seeing that Lear didn't bla him, Friday happily helped Lear up and let him lean against the back of the chair.
However, no one noticed a figure wearing sunglasses in the shadows to the east, their lips curling into a smirk as they watched them.
"Interesting..."
(Translated by yourtl.app)
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