"...Lily's breathing was a little disordered.
Hisoka stood up from the sofa, walked past Lily, paused for a moment, and glanced sideways at the latter, "I understand a little now why Oboro would keep you around..."
After saying that, Hisoka returned to normal, and smiled, "Can you tell me where his room is?"
"..."
On the other side, Oboro exhaled a mouthful of stale air, and unhappily stuffed his phone into his pocket.
It was unexpected that Hisoka had found the Fiers Family, but he didn't need to worry about it for the time being...
Judging from Hisoka's answer, he didn't want to break ties with him yet, and... that psychopath probably wasn't interested in the Mafia either.
There were many ways to completely provoke and anger him.
Hisoka wouldn't choose the least effective one...
Because... the Mafia and the Ten Dons weren't Oboro's weak spot at all.
He wasn't that concerned about it... Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to act as a hands-off manager, and come out traveling.
Hisoka understood this very well.
Now that things had come to this, Oboro's fear of Hisoka wasn't as great as it had been at the beginning... After all, his strength had a certain foundation now.
Since they had parted ways back then, as time went by little by little, the difficulty for Hisoka to defeat him was gradually increasing.
Another point was that Hisoka had a certain utilization value for Oboro...
That guy owed him a favor.
The reason why he had found him this time was probably to see what level he had grown to...
Being able to become one of the Ten Dons wasn't a simple matter. Hisoka should also have some understanding of the Mafia.
With Hisoka's brains, he could definitely guess that he had killed a large number of Nen users and troublesome experts in this year. This would make that guy Hisoka quite excited and excited.
"It's estimated that... he's currently at the Fiers Family's palace, searching for information related to me. The core is my battle record... And using this to calculate my level of strength..." Oboro scoffed: "It seems that in these few years... he hasn't made any progress at all..."
After saying that, Oboro threw this little interlude to the back of his mind, and headed straight for the pier.
His next destination was the Lukso Province, which was the habitat of the Kurta Clan.
He wanted to see the Scarlet Eyes.
When the Kurta Clan people were emotionally agitated, their pupils would turn a fiery color, and their physical state would also change accordingly...
Especially Kurapika's Nen ability, made Oboro very curious about these eyes and this bloodline.
Now, the Kurta Clan hadn't been destroyed yet... Which was also a rare opportunity to observe up close.
Before noon, he arrived at the port on time, and boarded the large sailboat leaving Whale Island.
After transferring several times, he arrived at the Lukso Province a week later.
The Lukso Province was a highland area, and the terrain was mostly mountains. There were almost no big cities here, at most there were just some relatively scattered towns and villages, which belonged to a relatively remote area.
Moreover, the residents living here had relatively special clothing, and seemed to have their own unique cultural background.
He inquired about the deeds of the 'Red-Eyed Devils'. Most of the people he asked were elderly elders. Upon hearing this title, their faces would naturally show a look of hatred.
This made Oboro very surprised, and he didn't know what the Kurta Clan had done to be so hated... But it was also possible that it was just a simple phenomenon of 'rejection'.
People would always feel fear towards unknown and unfamiliar things... Which would lead to prejudice and discrimination.
More than a hundred years ago, there was still a trend of hunting the Kurta Clan in the local area. But as time passed, firstly, the Kurta Clan traveled more secretly and discreetly, and secondly, this phenomenon had been somewhat as the older generation passed away.
But it still existed, it was just not as it had been in the past.
After some searching, Oboro found a town where there had been recent signs of 'devil' activity.
The Kurta Clan would send people out to purchase supplies every once in a while.
Although after the passage of time, the outside world now knew very little about the Kurta Clan, and didn't understand them very well...
In their usual state, they looked no different from ordinary people.
But Oboro knew the Kurta Clan's unique clothing and costume patterns... As long as he waited for the rabbit by the tree, he could just wait here.
The last time there were signs of a 'devil' appearing was twenty years ago.
Oboro guessed that it should have been that a new member of the Kurta Clan had failed the trial mission of the Clan Elder, and had turned his eyes red in front of outsiders...
Going out shopping was a very difficult and important official business for the Kurta Clan.
They wouldn't change personnel easily.
Effort paid off, Oboro waited for more than half a month... Just when he was about to give up, the target appeared.
Two adult men, leading mounts, arrived at the entrance of the largest supermarket in town.
Their clothes were mainly blue and orange, and were generally loose and flexible. The fabrics and the patterns drawn on them were also the same.
Oboro smiled...
There was also another reason why he was curious about the Kurta Clan... Which was the origin of the Kurta Clan.
In his previous life, someone had discovered that the architectural patterns on the Kurta Clan's clothes, the vine-like patterns, including the labels affixed to their specially-made were a simplified 'doorway', which was extremely similar to the 'gate' to the Dark Continent...
In addition, the Kurta Clan raised a unique creature, which Oboro was seeing now, a mount that looked very much like an ostrich.
This kind of ground-walking bird was almost identical to a marked creature in the illustrations of the Dark Continent.
Adding the Scarlet Eyes and their special physique, and the so-called 'Devil Messengers', the origin of this title in the earliest days...
It was impossible not to let people's minds wander.
Of course, it was also possible that it was a misunderstanding... But Oboro was happy to learn about the history of this race.
Two members of the Kurta Clan left the town with large and small packages of things.
Oboro followed all the way, following them over mountains and ridges, and it took him two or three days to enter the Kurta Clan's habitat.
During this time, these two people were very vigilant, and had been consciously taking detours and observing their surroundings, for fear of being followed.
If the location of the Kurta Clan was exposed, the disaster it would bring to the clan could be devastating.
As he delved deeper into the clan's territory, Oboro also discovered many mechanisms and traps, which were disguised very cleverly... But they still failed to stop him.
Deep in the mountains, Oboro stood on the trunk of a tree that was tens of meters high, and looked down.
Below were many peculiar and unique small houses, most of which rose from the roots of trees... The roofs and porticos were also carved with the Kurta Clan's unique vine patterns.
It could be seen at a glance that this race had a style of advocating nature... The appearance was peaceful.
However, it couldn't hide the fact that they were a battle bloodline.
There were a hundred or so people scattered around the territory. Oboro concealed his aura so that he wouldn't be detected...
When it was night, most people were asleep, and only a few patrolling and guarding warriors were left.
Oboro then fell from the branches, and his feet stepped on the ground, without making the slightest sound.
Then, he turned into a black shadow and a house.
Through his observations during the day, he judged that this building, which looked relatively large, should be the place where the Kurta Clan stored their books.
Someone had walked out of it with books. Not far away, a member of the Kurta Clan seemed to sense something, and raised an oil lamp, turning around and shining it.
After not finding anything unusual, he continued to move along his route.
Centuries of oppression and death had allowed the Kurta Clan to maintain absolute vigilance even after so long.
Inside the house, it was pitch black.
But it didn't affect Oboro's vision. Sure enough... inside was a row of bookshelves, and some equipment.
He randomly took out a book and flipped through it, raised his eyebrows, and found that he couldn't understand it at all...
The text on it wasn't the common font of the Hunter world.
Crap... He had forgotten about this.
The Kurta Clan had their own language and writing for communication...
He glanced around, and there were some texts with common characters on the bookshelf, but they were basically some common sense and subjects.
They were mostly channels and methods for the Kurta Clan to understand the outside world, and there were also information on other races.
Oboro searched for a long time, and finally found a book that he could understand.
But he only understood the images, not the text.
The little people on the pages were posing in various postures, holding weapons... This was a technique related to fighting.
"That's right... This kind of race is full of uncertainty, and everyone must learn to arm themselves... It seems that Kurapika's basics came from this." Oboro muttered to himself.
This kind of martial art was too superficial in his eyes... It couldn't arouse his interest at all.
He stuffed the book back, and then his eyes narrowed. He took a few steps forward, and reached out to grab a book.
The location of this book was relatively special. It was at the top of the bookshelf in the very center, and there were no other books around it. The cover was also red, and the text was also strange.
After he opened it, the first page was a portrait and a slogan like a poem.
In the painting, there was the sun, and there was also the moon. A group of small people were kneeling on the vast earth, as if they were praying for blessings...
There were also the outlined in lines in the air...
Turning further back, it was all text...
However, the last page of the book was a pattern of a large door, which was exactly the same as the pattern on the Kurta Clan's clothing.
"Could it really be... that door to the Dark Continent?"
Oboro's pupils shrank.
If the guess was true, then it would be too interesting...
You had to know that in the original work, the main theme of the Dark Continent was placed on Kurapika...
No matter what the outcome of the Kakin Empire's succession war was, a part of the people on the ship would eventually reach the Dark Continent.
The follow-up would most likely revolve around Kurapika...
A thought arose in Oboro's mind.
Suddenly, he sensed something, and tilted his head slightly.
Outside the window behind him, light was lit... It was a torch!
Then, there was the sound of messy gathering footsteps.
"Come out!"
Someone shouted in a deep voice.
"I actually... got discovered." Oboro was a little surprised, sighed softly, turned around and pushed the door open and walked out.
Good heavens, as soon as he opened the door... he saw dozens of people holding various weapons, staring at him as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and some... had their bowstrings fully drawn.
The person in the lead was a short old man with a striking scar on his forehead, with his hands behind his back, and a stern expression.
It was the Clan Elder of the Kurta Clan.
In addition to the Clan Elder, the other elders in the clan had also arrived...
Some women and children were standing at the back, and the children were being tightly protected by the adults.
Oboro also saw Kurapika and his good friend Pairo.
"Who are you? What do you want to do, sneaking into our territory?" The Clan Elder looked at the man, and his expression changed when he saw the book in Oboro's hand.
What he said was in the common language, so Oboro could understand.
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