"Master Zeno has received a bounty from the Police Headquarters and is heading to the nearby Mimbo Republic to deal with a terrorist called the 'Joker'."
"Tsubone is in charge of taking him to the airport and managing Master Zeno's daily affairs."
At 4:30 in the morning, Roy, having just finished his shower, sat down at the dining table, chewing on a beef burger while listening to Wutong report today's schedule. This time, he specifically requested it well-done.
"The one cooked medium-rare has already been opened, don't worry, young master," Wutong continued to report, "I had already asked someone to book the tickets the day before yesterday. After meeting Dr. Bennett at the provincial hospital in the city today, we can head to the Heavens Arena by airship."
"Tell me about this 'Joker,'" Roy interrupted Wutong, suddenly remembering someone—someone skilled at growing apples and also dressed as a 'Joker,' except without a red nose.
"He killed everyone on a ship!"
"What ship?"
"A pirate ship at an amusement park..." Wutong adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, speaking in a deep voice, "According to information from Mimbo Republic's Police Headquarters, nearly two hundred people died because of him. This news even made it to television. You can find it online, young master."
If so many had died and it didn't make it to television, Roy could only say...the high-ups in the Mimbo Republic are even more corrupt than crows.
"What else?"
"Besides us, the Hunter Association is also paying attention to this matter."
"Not surprising," Roy said, washing down the last bite of his burger with a gulp of milk, then leisurely wiping his mouth with a napkin, "Terrorists should deal with terrorists. The Police Headquarters is willing to pay money, so naturally, they can hire others as well."
The Hunter Association is also a notoriously violent department, and the anti-terror organization led by the Three-star Terrorist Hunter Botobai is no slouch either... None of these matters concern them...
"Let's tidy up and go..." After finishing the last sip of milk, Roy stood up.
All the daily necessities, including hotel tickets, were handed over to Wutong, leaving him feeling relaxed. He picked up the Yubashiri from the knife rack and headed out.
"Young master, airport regulations prohibit carrying restricted knives." Wutong promptly reminded, turning to hand the pre-prepared wooden cane to Roy.
Roy looked at him suspiciously, reaching out to pull out a Staff Blade.
Wutong quickly explained, "Don't underestimate this cane, young master. It's made entirely of ironwood, its hardness comparable to fine steel, and it's not included in airport restrictions."
Is this what they call policy from above, and countermeasures from below?
Holding the Staff Blade, Roy gave it a swing. It was actually heavier than the Yubashiri, with black flame patterns on the blade. Temporary use would do in a pinch.
"Hiss——"
The Staff Blade was sheathed, turning back into an ordinary cane held by Roy.
The young man, accompanied by Wutong, with two suitcases in hand, walked through a quiet corridor to the front gate of the ancient castle, where he stopped upon seeing someone.
Luke stood, hands folded at his abdomen, as if waiting for a long time. Seeing Roy, he bowed and said, "The master said that even when traveling, young master must not miss training. Whatever you miss these few days, you'll have to make up when you return."
"How will I make up?"
"Double the training."
"Oh."
Roy walked past Luke, who bowed even lower, sneaking a glance at him from the corner of his eye. The young man exited through the front gate, turning back to look at the second floor...
In front of a large bay window of a bedroom on the second floor, a tall man with silver hair cascading behind him, wearing only his upper body, was silently watching him with a wine glass in his hand....
Behind him, a slender hand emerged, caressing along his chest downward, and the man's body visibly stiffened. Even the wine in the high glass stopped swirling...
"Heh..."
So busy... Everyone is busy... It's better to be busy...
"Wutong, let's go." Withdrawing his gaze, Roy left without a cloud.
Wutong swiftly caught up. As they passed through a garden, he noticed a head resting under a sun umbrella, sleeping peacefully...
Suddenly the head started speaking....
"Two minutes fifteen seconds, I passed too." Illumi opened his eyes.
"Congratulations," Roy didn't turn back, casting a not-so-tall silhouette, his steps unpaused,
Wutong, lagging behind, carrying a suitcase in each hand, nodded at Illumi... The master and servant left one after the other, soon disappearing into Kukuroo Mountain...
The entire Kukuroo Mountain belongs to the Zoldyck Family—only the sun in the sky and the sunlight shaded by the umbrella do not belong to the Zoldyck Family.
Illumi watched Roy leave, clearly seeing that his Sense was that 'cold gray' kind, the kind that kept others at arm's length, both caring and indifferent, always maintaining a certain detachment...
"Next time... when you come back, I definitely won't be electrocuted again..."
With Roy's silhouette gone, Illumi simply closed his eyes again.
In a dimly lit small room just a wall away, an old man was napping, mumbling, "Gonna eat crap for a few days again..."
He turned over and farted...
Lazy people defecate more, and when one ages, even the sphincter seems to loosen...
About ten minutes later, Zebro returned from a bathroom trip to find Roy, accompanied by Wutong, standing before the Gate of Trial. He hurriedly took a few strides, showing off his big biceps.
"No rush, young master, I'll open the door for you."
"No need." Roy tossed the Staff Blade to Wutong, rolling up his sleeves as he stepped forward, placing his palms against the Gate of Trial, pushing... one... two... three....
The Gate of Trial suddenly opened wide, pushed open three layers, with the fourth layer tremoring slightly, still fully closed....
The absolute force of four gates, equating to seventy adults... reflecting the constitution, it was seventy constitution points... the road ahead is long....
Roy sensibly gave up,
without frustration or dejection, as expected. He exhaled lightly, took the cane from Wutong, and walked out.
A black car was already parked by the gate, a red tour bus parked a hundred meters away from the mountain gate's perimeter....
A group of people with long and short firearms gathered before the tour bus, taking photos of the Gate of Trial....
Suddenly, seeing the gate open and a handsome young man emerge, followed by a tall butler carrying luggage, they were stunned!
A shout arose, "That's the Zoldyck Family's eldest son"...
A burst of bright light flashed, blinding Roy's eyes.
"Wutong, is this timing not right?"
"Apologies, young master," Wutong quickly motioned the driver to open the car door, letting Roy sit inside, then opened the trunk to store the luggage before getting in....
"They are merely commoners enamored with the young master's looks..."
"If the young master is unhappy, I can kill them all right now!"
Don't resort to violence so readily... Roy leaned back into the soft seat, stretching his arms, lazily, "Forget it, it's not the first time..."
"Just teach a lesson to the ones selling my photos online..."
"Understood." A cold glint flashed in Wutong's eyes,
The young master is kind, not stooping to their level,
those detestable scoundrels dare post him online, selling for one hundred Jenny per photo—insulting him Wutong—it warrants proper discipline!
(Note: Ten thousand Jenny ≈ 160 RMB)