"Has the notice been sent out?"
"It has been sent out."
As soon as Luke made a call to Wutong, instructing him to ask Young Master Roy to take care of Young Master Illumi,
Luke immediately went to the second floor of the ancient castle to report to Silva.
In the bedroom, Killua lay lazily on the sofa, flipping through a magazine, while a little housekeeper was serving her some fruit.
Her belly was gradually growing larger, and close to the skin, one could even hear a series of powerful heartbeats.
Whenever she was free, she would cradle her belly and act coquettishly towards Silva, confidently saying, "This one will definitely have silver hair."
Silva would quietly listen each time, unable to help recalling that stubborn boy who had declared he would take him down.
The old man always said that it was good for a child to have ambition, and that keeping him sheltered at home would only make him a failure in the long run.
Silva understood this and agreed with the old man, but... a few days had passed, and without Roy and Illumi around, Silva felt a strange emptiness and boredom while alone in the vacant training room during the day...
It was something he had never felt before,
which resulted in him being extra harsh with Milluki during training over the past few days; now Milluki was confined to the bedroom, unable to get out of bed, pretending to be dead and foaming at the mouth just at the mention of training.
At nine in the morning, the sun rose, casting a beam of sunlight through the French window onto Silva.
He didn't bother going to the training room today; instead, he stayed in the bedroom with Killua, drinking red wine while listening to Luke's report.
"What did he say?" The man blocking the window was like a towering wall.
Luke slightly bowed and replied honestly, "The young master said nothing."
"He's not pleased?"
Luke lowered his head, not daring to make a sound.
Silva drank all the red wine in his glass in one gulp, pondered for a moment, then said, "Prepare the car, book the tickets."
He handed the wine glass back to Luke, pushed the door open, and walked out.
Descending the stairs, rounding the corner, crossing the hallway, at a certain moment, he paused, looking up ahead... Outside a dim little room, a rocking chair had been moved into the corridor, where a skinny old man was quietly basking in the sun.
It was getting cold, and the daylight was getting shorter; seeing the sun was rare, so it should be cherished.
"Great-grandfather..." Silva squinted slightly, bowed, and greeted.
Maha lay there pretending to sleep, covered with a blanket, lazily asking, "Where are you going?"
"To Saherta."
"What for?"
"To see the children."
"Which children?"
"Both of them."
"Too late..." The old man slowly opened his eyes, "Your father went there first thing in the morning."
Speaking of Zeno, Maha got angry. Ever since getting kicked by him, that scoundrel went off to the Hunter Association, and Maha even glared at Silva, saying, "Always running around aimlessly; with him there, you should just stay home with your wife. When you have a daughter, bring her over for the old man to hold."
"Yes," Silva straightened his back, didn't say a word more, turned around, and left. Walking away from the sunlight, he faintly heard a sigh, "I saw, although Roy is stubborn, he does understand...."
"Even if you don't remind him, he will take care of Illumi, after all...."
"We can close the door and deal with this child ourselves, but others... they must never lay a finger on him...."
A cold breeze blew, swaying the silver hair; Silva listened silently, raised his gaze outside the window, where the sun shone brightly, and the sun had ascended to the sky. After a moment, he said, "Understood."
Then he stepped back along the path he came from, returning to the bedroom, feeling at ease now.
....January 4th,
Fishing, Nenryoku drips into droplets, failing to form a line, [Nen Ability "Form Change" +10...Current Progress: 21/100→31/100]
January 5th,
Fishing, Nenryoku drips into droplets, successfully formed a line, but it wasn't long enough, [Nen Ability "Form Change" +20...Current Progress: 31/100→51/100]
January 6th.
Fishing, Nenryoku forms a line, extending to the water surface, breaking a few times midway, still lacks strength, [Nen Ability "Form Change" +25...Current Progress: 51/100→76/100]
January 7th, the Hunter Exam kicks off, with a loud ship whistle blaring...
The transport ship heading to the official exam site, Doli Island, arrived at Dore Port, lowering the gangplank, gradually ferrying examinees onto the ship.
The Bald Ninja, Bandage Man, Snakekeeper, Sakamato Days, and the Kurta Race girl boarded the deck with the crowd, maintaining a careful distance from those behind them.
A strange man, who had turned Donovan into meat paste at the airport just stood distinctively, as Pariston on the other side walked toward the gangplank....
"Creak.. Creak...."
The large pins on the strange man's face creaked eerily, his expression stiff and not like a living person, catching Pariston's attention.
The blond boy paused with Clark and Gol, letting the strange man board first, his interest piqued as he tracked his figure, asking, "Friend, what's your name?"
The odd man didn't answer, with purple hair styled into a mohawk, his eyes rolled upward, inexplicably bizarre....
He completely ignored Pariston, stepping onto the deck with his front foot, then started scanning with his dead fish eyes, searching, but was greatly disappointed when he didn't find the figure that haunted him... He sat cross-legged by the mast after a long while.
"Stop pretending!"
"Little Hill, want me to twist his head off!"
Clark couldn't bear Pariston being snubbed; it was one thing with Roy Zoldyck, but what was this guy?
"Heh heh heh... no need," Pariston smiled slyly, looking at Illumi, taking a deep breath with enjoyment, and his intuition told him that things seemed to be getting interesting... Aside from the strange man, the boy with the blue norita cap by the ship's edge were also some fine toys, of course...
None surpassed Roy Zoldyck!
Pariston collected himself, boarded the deck after, mimicking the strange man's gaze, examining the area, and gradually the smile fell from his face as the smile faded.
"Seems like he didn't come?" Gol rubbed the cross on his chest, surveying around, inexplicably relaxed.
Indeed,
Pariston unwillingly scanned yet again, his expression turning more unpleasant.
"There's still time, wait a bit longer." He could only reassure himself this way, seeking a corner, facing the vast blue sea, gazing at the horizon to ease his frustration.
In the far-off emerald jungle, flocks of sea birds flew.... by the lake in the depth...
Roy was still fishing, lost in time.
Visibly, the tree branch serving as a rod had a "Nen Line" dipping into the water, extending freely, in pursuit of a shadow underwater.
It was a massive creature, measuring about five meters by sight.
Wutong watched nervously, wanting to remind the young master of approaching time, but feared disrupting his training, nervously wringing his hands as he paced nearby.
Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long...
January 7th, as the Nen Line entered the water, skillfully... suddenly, Roy's gaze flickered, "Come to me!"
The "Nen Line," which had delved deep underwater, pierced through the shadow with a whooshing sound. As the young master pulled forcefully, water splashed, and a giant catfish broke through the water's surface, roughly dragged ashore!
[Hint: Nen Ability "Form Change" +30]
[Current Progress Level 1:76/100→Level 2:6/1000]