Chapter 839
"When's the next election?"
"Three days later."
"Then let's handle it within those three days."
"Alright, I'll give Ging Freecss a call later. Ron, you and Wendy can stay at my place—it'll save the trouble. I happen to have plenty of empty rooms."
Ron glanced at Wendy, then shook his head.
"Thank you, but we won't stay. You're probably busy with a lot of work at the Hunter Association. If we stayed, Wendy and I would only be a burden."
"By the way, is there anything interesting to do in this city?"
Mizaistom's brows shifted slightly. "There are a few places. I'll text you some suggestions."
"Great."
Ron and Wendy left.
Mizaistom's offer hadn't been mere politeness, but for Ron and Wendy, staying at Mizaistom's place wasn't the most convenient choice. A hotel would be far easier. They could stay out as late as they liked without affecting Mizaistom's routine. Ron was here just to check things out, but Wendy had specifically come along to enjoy herself.
"Want to grab something to eat first?"
"Sure."
Ron checked his phone and found a popular food street with heavy foot traffic.
The moment they entered, the crowd was overwhelming. People everywhere. But there were also countless restaurants and food stalls, their aromas blending in the air—an experience some might find suffocating, but to Wendy, it was nothing short of novel.
Fiora had food streets too, but she rarely visited them. And even when she did, they were nothing like this.
The two wandered along the street like any other tourists. For a while, they simply looked like two ordinary people. It wasn't until two or three hours later that they finally stepped away.
"How was it, Wendy?"
"The flavors weren't amazing. A lot of the food couldn't compare to the mess hall at Dragon Dojo, but it was still a great experience."
She looked back thoughtfully.
"I kept thinking just now… if this is what an ordinary life is like, it's actually pretty nice."
Ron shook his head.
"This isn't an ordinary life. It's just one small part of it—and not even a large part."
Wendy looked pensive.
"Where are we going next?"
"Let's book a hotel," Ron said. "There are a lot of people in the city, so good rooms are probably limited. Better to lock something in now than have no decent options later."
"Alright."
Ron chose the best hotel in the city—and the best suite it had.
When the receptionist glanced at Wendy, her eyes showed a trace of envy.
But she didn't know that for someone like Wendy, staying in such a suite posed no financial strain whatsoever. In terms of cost-effectiveness, the room wasn't worth it. But Ron didn't lack money.
Ever since Chii had joined him, Ron had essentially achieved financial freedom. The Mnag platform also brought in steady income. Money that couldn't be spent had no meaning. If it could improve the experience, it was worth it.
They took their room key and headed to the elevator. Just as they reached it, the doors slid open and a figure stepped out.
"Ron?"
"Hisoka?"
Seeing him, Ron raised an eyebrow.
"You're here for the Hunter Association chairman vote?"
"And to scout out potential talent," Hisoka shrugged.
"And who's this?"
"Wendy. My friend. She's from the Kingdom of Fiora, the Dragon Dojo's Dragon Child."
At that introduction, Hisoka immediately lost interest.
He wasn't unfamiliar with Fiora, but this wasn't about fear. The concept of fear simply didn't exist for him. What thrilled him was the tension between life and death. However, Nen users from the Dragon Dojo tended to have similar styles to someone he had already fought, and that just didn't excite him.
"Go on up. I've got someone to meet."
"Alright. See you....And please keep it quiet."
Hisoka chuckled softly, resting a hand on his hip as he leaned slightly toward Ron. His eyes gleamed with amusement.
"No promises," he said, lips curling into a grin. "But I'll try."
Ron and Wendy entered the elevator. Hisoka exited the lobby.
Wendy hesitated.
"Ron… is he your friend?"
"Not really. We've crossed paths a few times."
Illumi and Hisoka might count as friends, but Ron didn't think his relationship with Hisoka reached that level—especially after what happened in Yorknew. Ron was sure Hisoka had taken issue with him ruining his fight with Chrollo.
Even without Ron's interference, that fight wouldn't have happened—but only Ron knew that. Hisoka didn't.
"That guy seems dangerous," Wendy said. "He reminds me of a prisoner I once saw back in the Dragon Dojo's detention wing. If you ever run into him again, you should be careful."
Then she paused, remembering Ron's current strength.
"Though, with your power now, I guess you don't really need to worry."
Ron smiled.
"Still, Thanks for the warning."
Soon, the two arrived at their floor. A butler stood near the elevator and, upon seeing them, politely led them to their suite.
They stepped inside. The living room was spacious, with two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen—everything they could need. A massive floor-to-ceiling window offered a sweeping view of the city below. The furnishings and scenery were top-tier. The price was justified.
"Not bad," Ron said, settling onto the couch.
Just then, his phone rang.
He answered.
"Ron?"
It was a familiar female voice.
"It's me, Gel. I heard from Mizaistom that you and Wendy are visiting the Hunter Association?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't you let me know?"
Her tone carried a hint of reproach.
"I figured you'd be busy. Besides, we'll see each other at the vote anyway."
"Busy, yes—but not that busy. Do you two have time tonight?"
Ron looked at Wendy.
"It's Gel?" Wendy had already guessed the voice on the other end. Ron nodded.
"She wants to meet up tonight, asked if we're free."
"We can go."
Ron returned to the call.
"We're free tonight."
"Where are you staying?"
Ron told her the hotel name.
"Alright. I'll send someone to pick you up."
"No need," Ron replied. "Just send the address. Wendy and I still want to look around a bit more. We'll head over ourselves—it's more convenient that way."
"That works too."