From Yulubia, flying all the way to the Republic of Padokea, you must pass through Yorknew City and the Mimbo Republic.
The layover time is nearly half a day, enough to take a spin around Meteor Street.
But... with "Taiyi" stationed there, Roy doesn't have to go in person, especially since... he's doing well.
[Hint... Detecting one "potential believer".....]
[Potential believer Uvogin "loyalty" +5... due to appreciation of your believer "Haseki Dorou"....]
[Hint... Detecting one "potential believer".....]
[Potential believer Nobunaga "loyalty +5"... due to appreciation of your believer "Haseki Dorou"....]
[Hint... Detecting one "potential believer".....]
[Potential believer Sarasa "loyalty +5"... due to appreciation of your believer "Haseki Dorou"....]
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[Hint: Your believer "Haseki Dorou" has mastered "Flame Breathing·Full Concentration·Constant" through diligent effort]
[Power Of Faith +1]
Roy's lips curled into a faint arc, sharing a trace of his thoughts and vision with Taiyi.....
At that time on Meteor Street, as Roy (Taiyi) led Haseki Dorou to kill Bolton and Ilya, they officially moved into West District's Street No. 4 and began charitable preaching.
Street No. 4, once considered a forbidden zone, gradually opened a portal to the outside, attracting an increasing number of curious people.
Among them were those who tested, doubted, and even... held hostility. Because on Meteor Street, which has always revered the law of the jungle, seeing no conditions required, just a pious "praise the sun" on the road could earn a piece of bread and a bowl of porridge from the pavilion on the spacious square cleared before the church. It was truly eye-opening!
"Honestly, I think that priest is either mad or mad, doing good deeds for free, as if he has too much money....."
"Is the bread tasty?"
"Delicious!"
"Is the porridge good?"
"Very good!"
"Then what are you waiting for? You said he's mad, just go rob the pavilion, tie him up, share the money fifty-fifty with everyone!"
"Great idea! Once here, no one expects to leave, not even a breadcrumb can leave Meteor Street!"
In this way, groups of people went in "ambitiously" and came out "with bruised faces" until the third day after Roy settled into the dilapidated church....
The calls to go to Street No. 4 to tie up this "mad rich man" increased with the addition of Uvogin and Nobunaga.
"Why not take free bread when there's some to be had?"
"Kuroro, you may be scared, but I'm not!" On Street No. 3, at the Church of Allah.
Having just rehearsed "The Cleaning Squad," Uvogin rubbed his growling stomach, staring discontentedly at Kuroro and Sharunaaku Ryuusei who blocked his way, turned to shout at Nobunaga: "Hey~ old man, what do you say?"
Nobunaga's long horse face pulled even longer, draped in a bathrobe dug out from some trash pile, hanging loosely, even the rust-covered broken sword tied at his waist swayed... He stepped silently forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Uvogin, quietly looking at Kuroro Sharunaaku and Pakunoda with the words "I'm only a year older than you, call me old man again and see if I don't cut you!"
"Older is older!" Uvogin laughed heartily, standing straight like a bear, completely overshadowing Kuroro Sharunaaku... With Nobunaga by his side, he seemed bolder than ever, his aura changed!
"Jinx, Ah Xin, are you bullying Little Kuroro again?" A petite girl with fierce determination and two golden pigtails came striding over. Malnourished, her hair ended in a sickly dry yellow, and she was so skinny like a frostbent blade of grass... yet she exuded an impressive presence!
In three quick steps, she assertively wedged herself between them, blocking Uvogin and Kuroro with her body, her eyes widened, as if saying... I'll take you on if you want a fight!
Uvogin: "...."
Nobunaga: "...."
They really refrained from moving further; Uvogin was so impatient he was scratching his head, almost jumping up but feared nudging Sarasa might harm her. He could only glare at her and yell: "Don't stop me! It's them being too much!"
Cutting off a source of income is like killing one's parents... "There's free bread on Street No. 4, they don't go, and won't let others go either!"
"Is that true, Little Kuroro?" Sarasa turned to Kuroro.
She glanced over at Sharunaaku and Pakunoda.....
The three recalled witnessing that moment atop the highest garbage mountain back then, still leaving a shadow in their hearts!
What kind of swordsmanship could conjure flames, and what sort of flame could vaporize an entire church including Bolton and others?
Those terrified faces of Bolton and Ilya, unable to even scream, occasionally haunted Kuroro's mind, waking him countless times in the middle of the night, affecting his performance in rehearsals, capping errors repeatedly....
The prayer hall fell into a silent stillness at this moment...
Kuroro took a deep breath, truthfully addressing Sarasa, Uvogin, and Nobunaga: "It's too dangerous there, that priest and his attendants are not ordinary people, nor are they ones we can afford to offend."
There was one thing the young man didn't say... Yesterday, while cleaning Belus' boss's mansion, Kuroro heard him mention... due to the deaths of Bolton and Ilya, a power vacuum emerged on Street No. 4, now seen as a piece of fat meat by big figures, including the priest, watched not just by Belus... but also by the Seventh Elder... the Eighth Elder... the Twelfth Elder and all the power behind them, so obviously....
Another storm is waiting for that priest and his followers....
Kuroro, sharply perceiving this information, naturally hoped Uvogin, Nobunaga, and others wouldn't rashly dive into it, otherwise... given their strength, it's uncertain if they'd survive to next year to receive white chrysanthemums on this day!
"Sarasa, you see... he's just scared!"
"What priest, I'll knock him flat with one punch!" Uvogin raised his fist, bigger than a bowl, taking advantage of others' inattention, bypassed Sarasa, clumsily pushed past Sharunaaku, almost toppling him, then exited the church, swaggering away!
Once again, as in the original, he recklessly left the team to challenge Kurapika alone, only this time, silently followed by Nobunaga, ready with his sword, and Sarasa who, after glancing back at Kuroro, was at a loss for words.
Thud... thud......
"Jinx, Ah Xin, wait for me."
The two golden pigtails fluttered in the wind...
Sarasa withdrew her gaze, took a step, and followed.
The grand prayer hall, with a blink, only left Kuroro and the other two remaining.
"See, I said it, it's as if I said nothing, Uvogin the bear doesn't listen at all."
Sharunaaku fiddled with a game controller he just salvaged from the trash, the back panel opened, missing a battery... he spread his hands, shrugged...
Kuroro was silent for a long time, then, moving his steps, followed the direction as Uvogin, Nobunaga, and Sarasa, toward Street No. 4.
"Hey~ Where are you going?"
Sharunaaku reached out to grab, only to catch air.
Beside him, Pakunoda, her chest already well-developed, glanced sideways knowingly.....
Moving along as well, her waist swayed as she gracefully exited the church, disappearing from sight.
Lastly, only Sharunaaku was left, dumbly holding the controller in a daze,
Perhaps it was chilly in the now empty prayer hall... Eventually, he dug a hand into his face, took several deep breaths to calm down, tucked the controller into his bosom, and followed confidently....