Chapter 415: Thinking it was ten yuan, twenty yuan a piece_1

Amadeus Yancey walked over holding a mug and glanced over when he passed by, "Yerba."

"Oh." Alfred Garland scratched his head, staring at the CD in his hand with longing eyes, puzzled why Nathalie Quinlan would buy a game from Yerba.

He couldn't understand the game descriptions on the cover, and neither could the young master. They wouldn't even be able to play it when the time came!

He put the game back in its original spot and noticed that there were many other foreign-language game CDs on the sofa, each tightly wrapped, their exteriors not revealing what kind of game they might be.

"Amadeus, are all these from Yerba?"

Amadeus Yancey brought back a glass of water for Nathalie Quinlan and looked over the sofa full of gifts. He casually scanned and noticed that they were all the same type of game—shooters.

The sofa was a mess, scattered with about a dozen CDs.

Someone who doesn't understand the Yerba language couldn't possibly make sense of the packaging on these game CDs.