The intent was to scrutinize him thoroughly....
"Not old, yet his vitality is strong,"
"His mind is firm, his Nenryoku is strong,"
"When he looked at us, he was initially slightly surprised, but then quickly at ease, indicating... quick thinking and good reaction skills,"
"Even the color of his hair is the same as His Majesty's, and... the tips shimmer with a golden glow, even more dazzling than His Majesty,"
Various gazes, whether belonging to Brook Sell, or to Severus, or to Blake Shaw, converged on Roy,
In an instant, Roy felt like he was forced onto the center stage, under the spotlight of thousands,
The faint-hearted might instantly have their legs go weak, knees buckling uncontrollably, stumbling and collapsing to the ground.
But,
Roy did not,
The youth's back was as straight as a spear, his front foot just emerging from the last stone step, his back foot... steadily stepping onto the stone step, facing the scrutiny of countless gazes, unmoved, then looking up,
His gaze passed through Brook Sell, through Severus, through Railton Shaw, directly looking at the center of the throne room, where a worn-out crown that carried the marks of time and epic history lay quietly on the weathered royal chair... Roy's eyes moved, and a sigh softly echoed in his ear.....
"Everyone knows the excellence of immortals, alas... if not becoming a [god], they will eventually become ants...."
Netero stood beside Roy, ascended the royal court with the youth, observing the broken crown which had long lost its former glory. The crown top was shaped like a "mountain," and a corner had been chipped off. He glanced at Maha....
The old man was expressionless, directly ignoring Netero. After curling his lips and cursing Jager, he grabbed Roy like he was holding an exhibit, speaking to Brook Sell, Severus, and his other former subordinates: "Don't say I didn't let you see, now you have seen him,"
"He's my grandson... Roy Zoldyck." (Note: Maha is Roy's great-grandfather, i.e., grandfather's grandfather. For convenience, simply referred to as grandson.)
"Brook Sell, greets Young Master!"
"Severus greets Young Master!"
"Boom~" The men and women divided into two teams, left and right at the center of the throne room, led by two burly giants, pushing splendid mountains and columns, right hands on chest, kneeling on one knee, respectfully greeting Roy.
Their volume was so grand, the momentum so powerful, it almost broke the dome of the throne room, with rubble "rustling" down continuously.....
'Followers....' Netero, standing beside Roy, subtly shifted his position to make space for grandfather and grandson... He was quite perceptive, knowing not to overshadow the "host" as a "guest." This is decorum, it is class....
The old man, with white brows and white beard, silently watched from the side, his gaze flickering across the few tall figures in the front row... With discerning eyes like his, he immediately saw... that these leaders once followed Maha in conquering the world, each with formidable presence... even the leadership...
Those two,
Brook Sell and Severus subtly gave him a very dangerous feeling, a feeling... that hasn't surfaced in his mind for years, at least... "Little Bo" (Botobai) couldn't evoke this!
In the fluctuation of his thoughts, Netero slightly squinted his old eyes, with intense brilliance surging, rolling incessantly......
"Whoosh~" A breeze stirred, brushing over the lake of hearts, making the neglected plaza of the royal court, nearly overgrown to the height of a city wall, sway with the wind....
Roy gently said: "Uncles and elders, please rise."
With a casual gesture, he used [Wind Escape] to create dozens of breezes, dividing into tens, hundreds, thousands... Instantly multiplying into thousands upon thousands of breezes, sequentially helping Brook Sell, Severus, and others up....
Even though they had already guessed Roy's identity, and even... through Roy's out-of-body mental quality, they discerned.....
Roy's Nen quantity is remarkable,
But, only this one hand, allowing everyone to share in the bounty, taking care of them all,
Brook Sell and Severus exchanged a glance, then rose, their eyes flashing, suppressing the excitement and thrill, which instantly was exposed....
"May I ask Young Master, if you, like His Majesty, have also embarked on... the [Faith] road?"
Brook Sell is a rough man with a thick red beard, a high nose, deep-set eyes, extremely tall, reaching three meters. His front chest, back, arms, thighs are all covered with thick armor plates, as he spoke loudly, resonating with a clattering sound, commanding attention......
Upon hearing, Roy didn't respond immediately, just quietly glanced at Maha beside him... He thought that as a "memory" living in his great-grandfather's heart, perhaps Brook Sell, Severus, and others have long known that he had embarked on the faith path, only to find out... great-grandfather hadn't mentioned it before?
After Brook Sell's words fell, Netero also turned his head to look over...
As someone who once delved deep into the Dark Continent with Jager and Linne, one of the few remaining, not swallowed by disaster, with intellect and physique still intact, he naturally knows many secrets,
Furthermore... as the President of Hunter Association, the organization controlled by V5 and other major nations working with Nen users, known as the "white gloves," regarding the Dark Continent, regarding the "Faith path," he isn't unfamiliar... even,
Decades ago,
Because of Jager's matter, Maha kicked him out of the Zoldyck Family with kicks and shoves, on the day he was driven away in disgrace, Netero already confirmed... Maha Zoldyck, Jager's father, the true anchor of the Zoldyck Family, is walking the same path as those revered as "lords"... on the Dark Continent, which is... the Faith path!