"Young master, it's Luke calling..."
In the speeding sedan, a phone rang.
Gotoh held the phone and cautiously sought Roy's instruction. The young man was gazing out the window, one hand supporting his chin. He seemed to sense something and said calmly, "Answer it."
The call connected.
"It's Luke relaying the master's exact words, reminding young master not to forget those three whips."
The Zoldyck family doesn't raise idle people. Butlers must train hard, and the masters even more so.
Roy could almost picture Silva's stern, unsmiling face. He watched the scenery recede outside the window without saying a word.
"Screech—" Soon, the sedan stopped at the airport.
Gotoh got out first and opened the car door for Roy. He then opened the trunk, grabbed the luggage, and followed. Master and servant activated Zetsu, concealing some of their aura, and disguised themselves as ordinary people to enter the terminal.
They boarded the airship bound for the Saheruta United States, landing in Gaslan.
A bustling crowd poured out of the terminal. As soon as they exited the station, they could feel that this city was vastly different from Parto.
Colorful ribbons fluttered, whistles blew, sounds of juggling, and the crowd's joyful gasps and exclamations... it was much livelier than Parto...
Gaslan truly lived up to its name as the "City of Performances."—
"Young master, shall we go look around?" The luggage had been checked. With a full day ahead of them, Gotoh slung a small bag over his shoulder and followed Roy into a taxi.
"Driver, do you know where the Molitonio Troupe is performing?"
"There's a show at the Royal Glam."
"Hey... are you guests here for the 'Flying Swim' too? That Molitonio fellow is amazing. I don't know how he does it, but he can really fly in the sky without any strings..." the driver chattered excitedly. Without needing Roy's direction, he stepped on the gas and drove them straight to the theater.
Gotoh paid the fare and followed Roy into a theater.
Above them were the five large characters "Royal Glam."
He wondered curiously how the young master was familiar with this 'what's-its-name' circus troupe.
Little did he know, Roy wasn't familiar with it, nor did he have any intention of watching the show. It was purely for collecting "Life Energy."
Not knowing and not killing is different from knowing and not killing... Since he clearly knew Molitonio was a perverted serial killer, and he happened to be here with time to spare, there was no reason not to kill him.
Even though Roy didn't consider himself a good person and didn't come from a normal family, he did as he pleased. No one could control him.
Besides, the "Sun" itself inherently dispels "Darkness." To maintain clarity of mind... it was just a matter of convenience...
"Wow! Flying Swim... It's Molitonio!"
They bought tickets and entered. The performance was in full swing.
Gotoh stood with Roy, leaning against the wall, looking towards the central stage without taking a seat. A middle-aged man with a top hat and a lush beard under his chin, holding a cane even more ornate than Roy's cane sword, was floating and soaring through the air, drawing gasps and screams from the audience...
"Nen?"
"Young master, this 'Molitonio' is a Nen user..."
Being able to fly in the sky without the aid of ropes already defied the laws of nature... Gotoh had been suspicious when he heard the driver talk about it in the car. Now it seemed... He focused a thin layer of Nen into his eyes and saw clearly. There was indeed a "Nen line" connecting to the ceiling, suspending Molitonio and allowing him to freely perform swimming motions in the air.
"Nen users need to eat too. It's not strange for them to perform for a living." Roy saw deeper and wider than Gotoh. Besides Molitonio, there were other Nen users present, such as... Molitonio's assistant, the girl Abaki who tossed him props, and not far from them... hidden in the darkness, watching Molitonio intently, was a red-haired clown who pulled out an Ace of Spades and licked it carefully.
"Hehehe... You're not watching the show, why are you looking at me? ♥" The clown seemed to have a keen sense, acutely catching Roy's gaze. He tilted his head... The young man was about his age, with interesting eyes that seemed to hold many stories...
Hisoka's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, meeting Roy's gaze across the lights... Roy retracted his gaze, merely sweeping past him before returning his attention to the stage. Hisoka was left half-biting the card, shrugging his shoulders with an ambiguous smile...
"Bravo! Molitonio! Encore, encore... don't leave the stage!"
Half an hour later, the performance drew to a close.
The "big star" Molitonio couldn't resist the audience's enthusiasm and added another five minutes before finally retreating backstage to rest.
"Director, have some water." Abaki gathered the props and followed him into the dressing room, handing him a cup of water. Molitonio drank it, caught his breath, and asked, "Where is Hisoka-kun?"
"Were you looking for me? ♠" The curtain parted, revealing a face with a star and a teardrop.
Hisoka stood leaning against the dressing table, arms crossed. The entire Molitonio Troupe was now assembled.
They just needed to wait for the "laborer" Borris, who was in charge of driving, to take them back to their hotel.
Molitonio removed his costume. He stared out the window as the sun gradually set and night crept over the horizon. Expressionless, he went into the bathroom. When he emerged, he had completely transformed his appearance.
Vacant, rigid, like an executioner lost in the darkness, unsure of the way back!
Then, he left the hotel, blended into the crowd, and began searching wantonly for prey. He targeted a lone young girl and tailed her. "Caw... caw..." Night deepened. Crows called. Unlike the brightly lit main streets, the alley was as dark as ink, impossible to see one's hand in front of their face... The girl, swinging her two pigtails, had just come from tutoring class, dreaming of going home without having to do homework. Suddenly, she saw a dark figure. Her eyes widened, her mouth was firmly covered, and she was pushed against the wall!
"Surprised? What a fresh face... Child, be good... Let uncle take a good look... at that terrified, despairing, absolutely wonderful expression of yours... Quick... open your eyes wider... Yes... just like that... Crying? Why are you crying... Smile... Smile for me!"
"Shink—" A bright flash of a blade streaked past... taking an arm with it...
Blood splattered on the wall. Molitonio froze. The girl had disappeared, held in the arms of a young man with a beard... In front of them stood a young man leaning on a cane sword, looking at him expressionlessly.
"Should I call you Hundred-Face John Doe, or should I call you the big star Molitonio?"
"Have I been discovered?" Molitonio dug his fingers into his own face and laughed with a suppressed voice. "Young man, you are very brave. Can you let me see your surprised expression too?"
"Creeak—"
The cane sword in his hand suddenly moved... Molitonio pointed a single finger at Roy...
The cane sword turned on its master,掙脫 Roy's hands, spun around, and stabbed back at Roy!
"Magnetic Force of Bipolarity that Stains Iron": Can convert aura into magnetic force, controlling metal at will. This was also the secret behind how Molitonio could hook onto the ceiling with a "Nen line."
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