"Transmutation?"
"But... what was that shadow that swallowed the cloth just now?"
Haseki Dorou was startled,
still lingering in a shallow understanding of Nen,
not realizing that "Nen" itself defies logic.
"The shadow is him, and the puppet is him too," Roy looked expressionlessly at Guzman. "Through drug trafficking, manipulating others at will, forcibly occupying others' Nenryoku... Elder Three [Mental Morphine] Guzman, please leave."
"Including the drug business... the council meeting in ten days, I won't be attending."
[Mental Morphine]: Through selling [Candy], filled with [Morphine] as a stimulant, manipulating others to deeply invade their minds, forcibly occupying their spirits with Nenryoku.
In some ways, it bears some resemblance to Kuroro's future awakening of [Bandit's Secret], except one is "stealing," and the other uses "drugs" with force, even more domineering than stealing!
"Sigh... a step too slow. Had I known you had 'mind-reading', I would have deployed [En] earlier,"
Unexpected bugs are too treacherous; losing a piece of mind carelessly... Guzman turned into a puppet-like form, dangerously gazing at Roy, said, "So, can I interpret this as you rejecting me?"
"Street 4 does not allow drugs to appear, not now, not ever," Roy extended a finger, pointing at the bag of candy Guzman sent, a flash of fire ignited, followed by steaming vapor falling onto the candy, instantly... vaporized, extinguished without a trace!
"Good, good, good!" The puppet clapped!
Guzman's brows turned hostile, smiling sinisterly, "Hope Father can be as tough as today in the future!"
Then withdrew, in an instant, only a dumb puppet left, losing Sense support, plopped, head down crashed onto the wooden table.
Silence pervaded the pale cathedral,
Uvogin, Nobunaga exchanged glances, bewildered...
The same with the lost-minded Sharunaaku Ryuusei, Sarasa, only...
Pakunoda, after experiencing emotional turbulence, with lowered eyes said, "You shouldn't have rejected him."
The girl's bright eyes repressed the pain, took a deep breath, said: "He's not human, we aren't human either, you needn't offend an elder for us, nor need to..."
"Waste money trying to aid us trash."
Sarasa lowered his head, silent, Sharunaaku Ryuusei secretly poked Kuroro, no rebuttals... Uvogin, Nobunaga took it for granted...
Add to it that Roy had invaded Guzman's mind via [Mind Bug], saw one approaching Guzman begging for [Candy] even if just a piece, even just to taste, among them... was Pakunoda's close friend, a little girl with beautiful amber eyes... willing to be toyed with, humiliated, eventually allowing Guzman to violate, smiling as she licked the candy, body pierced... "happily" dying...
Just like once at Dark Continent, saw that "Little Mary,"
Roy remained silent, silent... deafeningly so, silent... drew his Sword, revealed his Sword!
Tiny sparks bloomed, Yubashiri unsheathed, gleamed with a cold arc, then he grasped in hand!
The young Father held scripture in one hand, sword in the other, stood tall, called out: "Dorou, follow me to kill!"
"Vroom~" Cool breeze rushed in, stirred his shoulder-length black hair to flutter... Haseki Dorou loudly responded: "Yes!"
Master and servant rushed out, under Pakunoda, Sarasa, Sharunaaku Ryuusei, Uvogin, Nobunaga, and the just returning-to-sense Kuroro instinctively turning gaze, stepped firmly, heading straight to Meteor Street North District, Street 1, also known as Guzman's territory...
Around the pale cathedral, several garbage heaps, cast peering gazes, flickered, quickly reporting...
Following Bolton's and Ilya's deaths within days, the just calmed Meteor Street seemed embroiled in an undercurrent... East District, South District, West District had several teams, either dressed in black suits, wearing ties, attired like men in black... or in tight outfits, body elegant, seductive, in breezy attire... or bald, tattooed, tall and strong, revealing casually, densely black chest hair, dressed ferociously...
Arrived in droves...
Adjacent to Street 4 is Street 3...
Belus, born on Meteor Street, with grayish hair, leaning against bright floor-to-ceiling windows, watched Roy lead Haseki Dorou towards North District, silently drew a cigar, took a puff, exhaled fog, turned to the beside, said to the veiled, young lady: "Do you think such foolish people exist in the world?"
"I've thought for three days and nights, can't understand why he preaches in Meteor Street."
The man, approaching fifty, worn by life, with the corners of his eyes creased in crow's feet frowned, said.
Lenzi, wearing a wide-brimmed high hat, recalled the old bishop once speak of "sunshine" in church yard, after a pause, glanced at Belus, said bluntly: "Aren't you a fool too?"
In a place like Meteor Street operating a recycling station, doing decent business, his normal mind thought it up!
Who doesn't know, people of Meteor Street aren't human, decent business... doesn't compare to drug trafficking, human smuggling for fast money?
This place is clearly a "sinful" breeding ground, a paradise cultivating criminals!
"I'm different." Belus wasn't bothered by Lenzi's sarcasm, eyes drift through windows afar, focused on the gradually departing young Father, said plainly: "This is my home, born and raised here, naturally hope... it improves, but him?"
"It's not his home, so why bother with it?"
He... has no motivation!
As for... preaching and philanthropy... in Belus' view, all nonsense!
Throughout the world, no one doesn't think for themselves, doesn't act for benefits!
Unless... he's truly a fool, or... as Dennis Lauren spoke of those sacred angels, sent by Allah's command, to save mankind!
Lenzi fell silent,
She too didn't believe, at least... as [Mortician], she came to Meteor Street with intention to hone her Nenryoku [Nen Line Stitching] for selfish material gathering... only here can provide her with enough fresh, decaying, wretched... corpses!
Like in original text, when she stitched up dismembered Sarasa,
selfishness obvious, nearly upfront.
"I don't know either," Lenzi watched Roy leave, lips lightly parting, said: "Perhaps... he's truly different."
The woman's figure swayed, appeared at Belus' office door, then swayed again, already downstairs, then... with graceful steps, body ethereal, proceeded towards Roy's departure path, silently glide past heaps of garbage, heading for Meteor Street North District.
A grand mansion left Belus facing vacant space, only garbage heaps and scavenger streets, cloud inhaling, deep in prolonged silence...
"Impossible,"
"Absolutely impossible such a person exists,"
A moment, he firmly murmured... thoughts drifted, followed gaze afar, dispatched a few underlings, trailing Lenzi...
Several received orders, armed with guns, in dark suits, weaving through garbage heaps, shortly before hearing from North District Street 1, emerged a series of dense gunfire!
"Tat-tat-tat..." Bullets poured down like rain!
Several crawled up a taller heap, lying probing, stared forward...
In front of a mansion, luxurious, nearly double Belus' residence's height,
stood two youths, one black, one white, in no hurry, braving rain of gunfire... advancing!
Black-haired, is definitely young Father!
Silver-haired, his attendant!
"Vroom~" A snow-white blade light up!