The driver hit the gas, breaking through the flash of lights and speeding off…
Wutong handed Roy the file he'd prepared in advance. Roy read it carefully—this Dr. Bennett at the Provincial Central Hospital was indeed something. As a young man he'd studied abroad in the Mingbo Republic, and after returning home he'd spent over ten years in the pulmonology department. Recently promoted to chief physician, he specialized in tuberculosis and respiratory illnesses, accumulating extensive experience.
As it turned out, Wutong had chosen well.
Arriving at the hospital, Roy met Bennett.
After hearing about Tanjuro's illness, Dr. Bennett quickly proposed a treatment plan: a quadruple therapy of isoniazid + rifampicin + pyrazinamide + ethambutol—combined, adequate, regular, and full-course—to achieve a very high chance of cure.
"He also said it's best to bring the patient in to tailor the treatment…"
"Young master, should we schedule another appointment with him?"
On their way from the hospital to the airport, Wutong carefully asked as he organized Bennett's notes.
Roy sat with eyes closed, resting. Of course he knew what Wutong was thinking—just curious about who the patient was.
But with Tanjuro and the "Gate of Cognition" involved, Roy naturally wouldn't reveal anything. Still…
Bennett's words had given him an idea—
If he couldn't reverse-conjure medicine into the cognitive world, could he conjure a person out of it instead?
If so, not only could Tanjuro's illness be cured, but even Urokodaki and the powerful figures Roy would meet in the cognitive world could be brought into the Hunter World as his allies.
The core question was—could a living person survive conjuration? Had there been any precedent?
A problem worth pondering deeply.
His mind full of possibilities, Roy dismissed it after a moment. "We'll see."
Meals must be eaten bite by bite, roads walked step by step. He hadn't even mastered the Four Principles yet. Thinking too far ahead would only burden him.
"Vroom—"
The driver sped on. About ten minutes later they arrived at the airport.
Wutong got out first to open the door. Roy bent, stepped out, glanced up at the sign, and gestured for Wutong to use Zetsu, pulling the aura back into their bodies, disguising themselves as ordinary people.
With airports crowded and eyes everywhere, learning to hide one's presence was a must for a professional killer.
This time down the mountain, Roy and Wutong were both in plain clothes—the boy in a tracksuit and sneakers, holding a "hiking stick," the picture of an outdoorsy kid.
Wutong looked even simpler—baseball cap, plaid shirt, jeans, flat shoes, two suitcases in hand—the image of a college student bringing his little brother home and taking him on a trip.
Master and servant suppressed their auras and entered the terminal, splitting up—one to fetch tickets, the other to find a seat.
Beside Roy sat a mother teaching her son to read. Seeing Roy glance over, she smiled politely.
Roy nodded back, saved a seat for Wutong, and waited quietly for boarding. Their luggage went to checked baggage.
The airport in the Hunter World was much like his previous life—food stalls, snacks, specialty goods, duty-free shops, bustling and bright.
"Bang—"
A "cannon" sound drew many travelers' attention.
It came from a newly opened candy shop holding a promotional event. The "cannon" was just a staffer in a plush costume firing a confetti tube.
Streamers floated down. The little girl lost all interest in studying and begged to go. Her mother relented and, passing Roy, smiled apologetically and asked him to watch a plastic bag on the chair—just books, cups, snacks, nothing valuable.
Roy didn't mind. It was just a small favor.
He watched them walk off, then his gaze fell on the store staff. Among them was a clown—face painted with tears and stars, red nose, red pointed hat, pointy clown boots. Roy's eyes sharpened.
"Young master, something's off." Wutong, too, had noticed the strange employee.
He leaned close and whispered, "That guy's weird. All the sample candies he's handing out are infused with aura."
To attach aura to objects was possible with Ten.
But to imbue objects once they've left the hand wasn't Ten, but its advanced application—
Enveloping (Shu).
Shu: wrapping one's aura around a touched object, strengthening its properties.
Clearly, the man was a mature Nen user with a developed ability.
And dressed as a clown…
Roy and Wutong exchanged glances. Both thought of the same person—the terrorist who'd committed monstrous crimes in the Mingbo Republic—"Jester."
How had he come to the Republic of Bartochia?
Wutong's hand moved toward his pocket where some coins lay, but Roy lightly pressed it down and shook his head.
Wutong blinked, looked at Roy. Roy tilted his chin toward the hall entrance.
A black sedan had stopped outside. Several tall figures entered in plain clothes, looking like travelers but casting glances at "Jester." Their identities were obvious.
"Hunter Association?"
"Don't know…"
Using lip-reading, Roy and Wutong exchanged silently:
"Not our business. Don't ask. Go to the bathroom, change our tickets, take the next airship."
No need to attract trouble. Grandpa Zeno's trip would likely be wasted anyway.
A roaming terrorist escaping the Mingbo Republic—its security was looser than an old lady's waistband!
"Young master, should I inform Master Zeno?"
Grandpa had left on Zippo Nian that morning. He couldn't be far.
After a moment Roy said, "Send him a text."
"Yes." Wutong rose and went to carry out the order.
Forty minutes to boarding. Still time to change tickets.
Left alone, Roy closed his eyes, feigning calm. He hadn't expected…
The mother and daughter returned—bringing a surprise.
"Big brother, have some candy."
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