"Young master, it's a call from Luke..."
In the speeding car, a string of phone rings echoed,
Wutong held the phone cautiously and sought Roy's permission. The young man rested his chin on his hand, gazing at the view, sensing something, and calmly said, "Answer it."
The call connected...
"It's a message from Mr. Luke, reminding the young master not to forget those three whips."
The Zoldyck Family doesn't keep idle people; even the butlers must train hard, and more so for the masters.
Roy could almost picture Silva's stern face, watching the scenery recede without saying a word.
"Screech—"
Soon, the car stopped at the airport.
Wutong got out first, opened the car door for Roy, then the trunk, and followed with the luggage. The master and servant deployed [Zetsu], concealing some of their "Sense," and disguised themselves as ordinary people entering the terminal.
They boarded a zeppelin to the United States of Saherta and landed in Gaslan.
The bustling crowd poured out of the terminal. Just stepping outside the station, one could feel the significant difference between this city and the Republic of Padokea.
Streamers fluttered, whistles blew, the noise of acrobatics, and the cheers of the crowd... were far livelier than in Padokea...
Gaslan truly lived up to its name as the "Capital of Performance"....
"Young master, let's take a stroll." They had already checked in the luggage, and with a full day ahead, Wutong changed to a small backpack and followed Roy into a taxi.
"Driver, do you know where the Murielito Theater Company is performing?"
"There's a show at Royal Gram."
"Hey... are you here for the 'Flying Swim' too? That Muriel Antonio is amazing; I don't know how he does it, flying in the air without any wires..." The driver exclaimed excitedly, not needing Roy's reminder, and stepped on the gas to the theater.
Wutong paid the fare and followed Roy to a theater.
They looked up at the five large characters "Royal Gram,"
Curious at heart, he wondered how the young master was familiar with this Muriel Antonio's circus.
Unbeknownst to him, Roy was neither familiar nor interested in the show; he was purely there to collect "Life Energy."
Not knowing and not killing and knowing and not killing are two different concepts... Since he clearly knew Muriel Antonio was a perverted murderer, appearing here himself, and had the time, there was no reason not to kill.
Even if Roy considered himself not a good person and came from an unusual family, he would do as he pleased, and no one could control him.
Moreover, the "Sun" itself repels "Darkness," and to keep his mind clear... it was just a matter of convenience.....
"Wow~ Flying swim... it's Muriel Antonio!"
They bought tickets and entered; the show was at its climax.
Wutong accompanied Roy, leaning against the wall watching the central stage without taking a seat. A middle-aged man wearing a top hat with a lush beard held a cane in his hand, more ornate than Roy's Staff Blade, floating in the air, drawing exclamations and screams...
"Nen?"
"Young master, this 'Muriel Antonio' is a Nen user..."
Traveling through the air without the aid of ropes violated the natural laws... Wutong had a suspicion when the driver mentioned it in the car; now it was clear... His eyes were faintly covered with Nen, and he could see distinctly a "Nen Line" connected to the ceiling, suspending Muriel Antonio, supporting him as he performed swimming in the air.
"A Nen user has to eat too, so performing is not unusual." Roy saw deeper and wider than Wutong; besides Muriel Antonio, there were other Nen users, like... Muriel Antonio's assistant, the girl Apache who was responsible for handing him props, and not far from them... hiding in the darkness, immersed, watching Muriel Antonio, was a red-haired Joker silently licking a Spade A card.
"Hahaha... why do you watch me instead of the show?" The Joker, seemingly sensing something, sharply caught Roy's gaze, tilted his head to look... The young man seemed about his age, with an interesting look in his eyes, perhaps hiding many stories...
Sisko squinted his eyes, curled them into crescents, locking eyes with Roy across the light... Roy withdrew his gaze, only briefly skimming over him before refocusing on the stage, leaving Sisko biting the card, shaking his shoulders with a bemused smile....
"Amazing! Muriel Antonio... encore, encore... don't step down!"
Half an hour later, the performance drew to a close.
The "big star" Muriel Antonio couldn't resist the audience's enthusiasm, added another five minutes, and finally retreated backstage for a break.
"Leader, have some water," Apache tidied up the props and followed him into the dressing room, handing over a cup of water. Muriel Antonio drank, took a breath, and asked, "Where's Sisko?"
"You looking for me? ♡" The curtain parted, revealing a star and teardrop-faced man.
Sisko stood with arms crossed, leaning against the makeup table, comprising the entire Murielito Theater Company's members.
They were just waiting for the "muscle" Bolize, responsible for driving, to take them back to the hotel.
Muriel Antonio dismantled the formal attire, gazed at the setting sun, watching the night creep above the horizon. He exited the bathroom, reemerging in a different guise.
Lifeless, stiff, like a lost executioner wandering in the darkness!
Then, he left the hotel, mingling into the crowd, searching recklessly for prey, setting his eyes on a lone girl, and tailed her from behind...
"Caw... caw..." The night deepened, crows called, and unlike the brightly lit streets, the alley was as black as ink, invisible even at arm's length... The girl with twin ponytails just left the tutorial class, fantasizing about going home without homework, suddenly saw a dark figure, and instantly widened her eyes, her mouth was firmly covered, pushed against the wall!
"Surprised? Such a fresh face... Child, be good... let uncle get a good look... at your wonderfully terrified despairing expression... Quickly... widen your eyes a bit more... Yes... just like that... Cry? Why cry... Smile... give me a smile!"
"Slash—"
A bright blade flashed... taking an arm with it....
Blood splattered against the wall, Muriel Antonio was stunned, and the girl disappeared, held in the arms of a young man with a beard... In front of them, stood a young man with a Staff Blade in hand, expressionless, looking at him.
"Should I call you Hundred-faced John Doe, or the big star Muriel Antonio?"
"Found out, have you?" Muriel Antonio gripped his own face, suppressing his voice with a laugh: "Young man, you are quite brave. May I also see your surprised expression?"
"Screech—"
The Staff Blade suddenly moved... Muriel Antonio pointed a hand at Roy...
The Staff Blade turned against its master, wresting free from Roy's hands, circled around, and counter-attacked Roy!
"Dyed Steel's Bipolarity": Can convert "Sense" into Magnetic Force, controlling metal, at one's command, which is the secret behind Muriel Antonio hooking to the ceiling with "Nen Line."