Emphasized: "One year is not long!"
"I think it's long," Maha slammed the door: "If you disagree, just wait and see."
Silva's silver hair swayed in the wind, suppressing his voice with a laugh: "Hohoho... then just wait and see."
Turning around, he walked away.
In the mottled stone corridor of the ancient castle, father and son, grandfather and grandson each closed their own doors.
Maha lay down on his rocking chair, continuing to listen to his cartoons,
Silva did not return to his bedroom, watched over Killua, alone, hurriedly locked himself in the training room under the night.
"Bang bang bang..." The constant sound of sandbags being blown apart echoed in his ears...
Frightening passing butlers who dared not lift their heads, except... Wutong.
"Gulu gulu..." The young butler pushed a dining cart, glanced distantly towards the training room, then turned to Roy's bedroom, as usual, placing the sumptuous dinner one by one on Roy's table, including... the special medicine for tuberculosis just picked up from the hospital today,
"According to Dr. Logan's plan, use isoniazid + rifampicin + pyrazinamide + ethambutol for 2 months, it's effective, continue isoniazid + rifampicin for 4 months, basically... it can be cured..."
Tuberculosis is not a problem in modern medicine, but in the Demon Slayer World, during the Taisho period, it was almost an incurable disease...
Roy bit into the pizza, took the medicine handed over by Wutong, carefully looking at the instructions... in his mind, an image of Tanjuro holding a warm stove and looking at him lovingly appeared, finally... it was time to fulfill his promise.
'Three days, about three more days...' to roughly figure out the principle of the drug treatment, and then use the "Anti-Conjuration" method to attempt bringing it into the Demon Slayer World... Roy silently calculated, with a spoonful of cream mushroom soup, swallowed the pizza in his mouth, and smiled at Wutong, "Well done."
"It's all my duty." Wutong pushed the glasses on his nose and tentatively asked, "Master, a photo came from that blond man, asking you to look at his son, do you want to see it?"
Gon... I haven't seen his baby appearance before..." Bring it."
"Yes."
Wutong took out his phone, opened the interface, revealing a photo... in the photo a family of three, especially Ging, holding a chubby baby and laughing foolishly, completely contrary to his usual... wise, adventurous, yet fond of testing his disciples' image as a two-star relic hunter... another father overwhelmed with joy for his newborn son.
Roy's gaze skipped over the father and son, then looked at the woman, also Ging's wife... she met his eyes through the screen, her gaze cold and indifferent to everything, suddenly making his brows furrow... immediately thought of the recently killed Andrew Cooper!
"This woman... is extraordinary....."
"Seems like she's called.... Vivian...."
Roy quietly memorized the woman's features in his mind, orally saying, "Send him a message back, just say congratulations on having a son, as for... the celebratory money, just skip it, it's not a custom on Whale Island anyway."
It's not just Whale Island, the whole continent doesn't seem to have the concept of celebratory money... Wutong moved his bearded chin, nodded and said, "Yes."
Then he turned around again from his chest and handed over a piece of intelligence.....
"Hall called to say that recently that 'cult' organization is spreading wildly, crossing several continents, appearing in many countries, even far across the sea in Kakin, it is said they have been spotted..."
[Psychic Morphine] Gussman....
Roy took the intelligence handed over by Wutong and noticed the [name of the cult] at first glance—[True]!
Frowning, he immediately thought of [Substituting Puppet]....
[What is true, belief is true, disbelief is false... believe in truth... revere the [True Creator]... discover your inner true self... my friends, partners, dear ones, each of you will discover a different self through [Truth]... a different world......]
The original teachings were almost blatantly laid out....
Roy read through each point... in the end, several important believers of the [True Cult] were listed, also known as [True Archbishops], among them, were several of Roy's old acquaintances....
[Psychic Morphine]Gussman... the two men and one woman once appeared outside Gussman's villa on West District Street, Meteor Street, Dazuo Hiroshi, Mark Wain... as well as——
Sisko Morow, whom he once met briefly in "Performance City" Gaslan!
"How did he become... an Archbishop?"
A sense of absurdity spread... Roy looked at the "Joker" photo attached to the intelligence with surprise....
A boy with red hair pulled back, a face painted with "stars" and "tears", with hooked eyes looking over, the appearance wrapped in a red hooded cloak was truly... comical!
"The master should have killed him long ago," Wutong also recognized Sisko at first glance, the same Joker who was following the master in Gaslan, only to be caught and shoved into a wall by the master....
"Ignore him, he's fake..."
"Fake?"
"Fake believer..."
"A fake believer in [Truth]..." Wutong just felt absurd,
Yet... this is precisely what the [slight false appearance] can reflect as the core of truth.....
Roy finished reading the intelligence, casually took out a tissue, and leisurely wiped his mouth saying, "Who can distinguish between true and false? Wutong, you only need to remember——"
"In the face of absolute strength,"
"True can be false, and false can be true...."
A deer for a horse is nothing more than that.....
"Yes." Wutong solemnly nodded, after serving Roy dinner, bid him goodnight, cleaned up the dishes, and pushed the dining cart away.....
Roy just sat by the dining table, watching him leave, with a thought, opened the follower panel, glanced over it....
[Prompt: Your follower's strength has increased, Faith Power +7...]
[Follower: Wutong (Note: Overflowing loyalty)]
[Constitution: 224→280]
[Manifested Nen Amount: C- (420/100000)→C- (3420/100000)]
[Potential Qi Amount: C- (2812/100000)→C (812/100000)]
[Evaluation: C-]
[Remark: According to ants, your follower "Wutong" already possesses the qualifications to become an ordinary ant Master General]
It seems... the hard work during this time has not been in vain....
"Master, next time, I will definitely not lose again....." The butler's vow made after the battle with Razor echoed in his ears... Roy said nothing, casually clicked on the panels of Gyomei Himejima, Kyojuro Rengoku, Izuki Kobane, Tomioka Giyu, and other Nine Hashira including Ubuyashiki Kagaya... the strongest C—, even the worst Ubuyashiki Kagaya was D—,
After opening his Nen, the rapid progress invisibly added much [Faith Power] to Roy...
[Prompt: Faith Power +3+5+8+9+5+4......]
[Demon Slayer total: 47 points]
With a thought, Roy continued to click on the Hokage members' panels... Uchiha Setsuna, Uchiha Hachida, and others who had sequentially opened their eyes through his "negative emotions" were now in front....
Panel prompt...
[Faith Power +7+8+10+11....]
It even surpassed the offering from the Nine Hashira led by Gyomei Himejima... Roy knew this comes from the strength of [Bloodline Group Bonds]....
The deeper the bond, the more faith power can be provided, thus one could imagine... when Itachi, when Sasuke opens their eyes respectively... to what extent this number will rise.....
As thoughts surged,
Roy pulled out a chair and stood up, before heading to the ninja battlefront, he turned into the bathroom, began a new round of enhancements.....
"Rumble rumble rumble....."
The shower turned on, water streamed down...
Undressing,
The boy stood barefoot under the showerhead, hands against the wall, ready for the pain, took a deep breath and said: "Come."
Suddenly a prompt sound exploded....
[Prompt: "Faith Power" emptied....]
["Life Energy" emptied....]
["Constitution": 946.5→1246.5 (Note: A normal human is 1)]
Breaking a thousand for the first time!