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Anna shrugs. “I guess you are too then,” she tells him. Henry frowns. “C’mon, you choose a contract wife over a real one and are facing a sleepless night because of an event that I’ve gathered you’re usually not invited to,” Anna says. Henry sighs. “I suppose that I had that one coming. To be honest, people call me ‘Strange Henry’ and I guess I’ve never been well-liked,” Henry tells her. Anna cocks her head. “Why’s that?” Anna asks him. Henry looks at her for a moment and contemplates.

Harley half yelled with huge eyes and a dramatic tone. "I thought Harry would've murdered you or something" Henry added and Harry glared at him. "No, don't give me that serial killer look, it makes me have nightmares" I smiled, shaking my head. Typical Henry with his humourous sentences. "You guys really did stay together in a building for hours and you're still alive?" Henry asked like he was thinking about it again and finding it hard to believe. "Wait, do you still have your kidneys?" He asked me and I chuckled. "He didn't pull out your intestines, did he?"

“What was the colour? Of the second domino?” Margaret stared at him. “Brown.” “Oh, no! I should have guessed. But her accent.” Henry dropped his head into his large hands. For a moment, his companions looked on in total bewilderment. Then Margaret chuckled, her eyes dancing. “Oh. Did you meet Anna Kripinski?” “Yes, I did!” said Henry, emerging from his depression. “Allow me to inform you, Miss Fleming, that your sister is a minx!”

Henry then proceeded on his way. As he grew accustomed to it, the combat became simpler, to the point where he could defeat four orcs at once without suffering any harm. Just like that, he arrived inside the centre of the first floor of this dungeon and came face to face with another creature. Horned Boar, a pig with a black horn on its forehead, as the name suggests. "It's a little smaller than I expected." Henry conversed with himself. "Teng!" "Crazy!" As the Horn boar charged at him with scary speed, Henry ducked to the side.

Henry was a British dude with extra pale skin and very crook nose, though he was skilled but not a match for Nicholas. "I don't think so...and as a superior. I don't have to be questioned for that" Henry jeered and I saw anger flashed in Nicholas face shooting his brows up indignantly, one thing I know about him, he hardly control his anger, he hit henry on the face, shove his leg of the floor and got his neck into his arm before pinning him to the floor. His members couldn't do anything, they were scared of Nicholas of course. "Do you wish to die? I'm always the superior Henry. You can't deny that" Nicholas spat into his face and henry laughed.

Henry's smile quickly faded as he realized something was wrong. Startled and disoriented, Yennifer's voice trembled as she pleaded, "Who are you? Get away from me! Don't hurt me, please!" Henry's heart shattered in that moment. He could see the fear in her eyes, her words laced with genuine terror. Confusion washed over him. What had happened? Had he missed something?

Henry didn't want to talk about Cliff at all. He interrupted Harry. "Harry, I need to cook for her now. Goodbye." With that, he hung up. Cliff's behavior had disappointed Henry tremendously. Henry was never a violent person, but Cliff had gone too far this time. After ending the call, Henry started cooking. It wasn't hard to prepare the ingredients. After taking everything out, Henry was ready to scramble the eggs. First, heat the pan, then pour in the oil. Once the oil was hot enough, he hastily grabbed the eggs from beside him, intending to crack them into the pan.

Henry said “I’m all ears.” Madam B said as she passed him a slice of toast. “Do you remember that day?” Henry asked “Which day are we talking about?” Madam B replied. “The day I went out for a birthday party overnight. That very night.” Henry said with a sad look on his face.

Octopus Head had cut off one of his own tentacles, handing it toward us with its other tentacles. "Apology. Eat." The still-writhing, bloodied tentacle made Anna and the others retch instantly. At that moment, the village chief took out a handbook bound in human skin, with the words Villager's Code of Conduct written in blood. He smiled, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth. "Once you've eaten your fill, you can learn about the rules in our humble village."

Internally I was retching into the void. Thankfully, Victor was not paralyzed by horror like I was. He was already glaring at Henry like he was trying to make his head explode with laser vision. "Are you part-timing as a clown or something?" he asked, voice flat with disdain. Henry puffed himself up like a scared pigeon trying to look tougher. "I wasn't joking around. Just complimenting Anne and being nice, you know." Victor tilted his head, like he couldn't quite believe he was dealing with someone this dense. "I didn't know insulting people like that counted as being nice."