Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

The door opened, and a bald, privately-appointed soldier stood with his legs together in salute, solemnly handing Barusamirko a beautifully crafted envelope with the royal coat of arms, sealed with red clay wax and embossed in gold.

'A letter from the Third Prince...'

Upon seeing the letter, Barusamirko knew who had sent it.

In the entire royal family, there was no other prince who liked to use such an eye-catching and luxurious envelope; only the extravagant and wasteful third prince of Kakin, Jolai, preferred to use it.

Barusamirko opened the envelope and began to read.

After a moment, he frowned and handed it to Benjamin, saying:

"It's an invitation from the Third Prince, Jolai, this weekend evening..."

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"Invite all the princes to his tea party?"

Mumu Ze squeezed between Pokson and Dia, and recited dryly.

How many people do you think will agree to attend?

After reading it, Dia asked Poxon on the other side.

"The fourth prince probably won't attend, the second prince looks down on the third prince, the ninth prince is abroad, the sixth and seventh princes are practically partying every day, so they probably won't attend either, the fifth prince is focused on research and doesn't like these kinds of occasions, so the rest will probably all attend..."

Pokson held up his palm, counting on his fingers with a serious expression.

"Do you think we should participate, Dia?"

Mumu Ze looked at Diya with a seemingly understanding expression.

The actual person in power here is actually Dia, not her, so in a sense Benjamin's judgment is correct.

"Ah……"

Dia smiled and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, this invitation is aimed at us. If we don't accept, he'll probably cancel it immediately."

"Is this a consequence of that illegal military unit they set up last time?"

Pokson frowned and asked.

"It's highly likely. They might be trying to test us or to show us goodwill."

Dia crumpled the letter and threw it in the trash can, then slumped back on the sofa, lost in thought.

So, are you going?

Mumu Ze was still asking stupidly.

"Go ahead, it'll be a good opportunity to meet your brothers and sisters and also earn you some reputation."

A glint flashed in Diya's eyes.

Of course I'll go, but not for the reason mentioned above.

It's because the Third Prince's palace is quite close to the King's palace in Kakin!

Upon hearing this, Mumu Ze said "okay" and went to choose what to wear that day.

This process will likely take several hours.

Chapter 357 Tea Party × More Tragic Than Death

New Delhi inner city.

Inside the magnificent Third Prince's mansion, lanterns and decorations were everywhere, and servants were bustling about, creating a lively atmosphere.

Tonight is Prince Jolai's "tea party".

Indeed, as the only prince who was explicitly described as "extravagant and frivolous," even a tea party hosted by Jolai was as luxurious as an ordinary court banquet.

Of course, a dinner of this caliber is worthy of the people it will be hosting.

"The Sixth Prince has actually come..."

At the palace gate, two soldiers secretly stationed by the third prince, both with calm expressions, were having a conversation.

Sakata, a private soldier whose hair was firmly stuck in place with hairspray, caught a glimpse of an unexpected figure.

Another privately-run soldier, Tianfutoli, seemed to be thinking:

"However, there is no sign of the seventh, eighth, or ninth princes coming, and the fourth and second princes are also in doubt. The most surprising one is... that one."

His gaze seemingly casually swept over the tall, muscular figure surrounded by a large group of people at the tea party:

"I thought Prince Benjamin wouldn't be interested in the tea party."

Prince Benjamin, dressed in a military green suit, is holding a wine glass and chatting with a group of dignitaries, his smile calm and composed.

He was extremely tall, even taller than Dia, almost inhuman. If you put Mumu Ze in front of him, it would be like Gollum encountering a tyrant.

In contrast, his brother Celidonich, who shares the same mother and father, is of normal height; the Kakin bloodline is truly remarkable.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the tea party, the sixth prince, Tyson (also known as Daisen), was enjoying the service of a group of handsome men while dressed in flamboyant attire.

The tenth and eleventh princes, Kadjo and the two sisters, Fugates (also known as Flower, Bird, Wind and Moon), sat hand in hand at a tea table, sharing their flower arranging skills with several noble ladies.

The thirteenth prince, Marayan, was being held captive by the seventh queen, Serwangchi, standing at the doorway, dealing with the compliments of others while waiting for Mumuze.

In a corner of the tea party, the young Eighth Princess Oi (also known as A-shi) calmly held the young Fourteenth Prince Wabul (also known as Wa-mu-ru) and discussed parenting experiences with several noblewomen.

Meanwhile, the third prince, Jolai, who was the true protagonist of the tea party, stood among the crowd drinking wine, calmly seemingly waiting for something.

Not long after, a black sedan stopped in front of the Thirteenth Prince's palace, and three people got out of the car and walked into the palace.

Sakata and Tenfutori immediately stepped forward and said respectfully:

"Thank you for your presence, Your Highness. Please follow us to the tea party."

The visitors were Mumu Ze, Diya, and Pokson.

Mu Muze wore a deep pink tulle dress with light-colored tassels embellishing the hem. She wore an exquisite gold totem necklace around her neck and an emerald bracelet on her wrist. Her long hair was tied into a high ponytail with a dazzling hair tie inlaid with gemstones. She looked noble, dignified and elegant.

Dia was also dressed as a person.

Poxon dressed very casually.

"Mumu Ze, why are you so late? And this must be your private army captain, right?"

As the three entered the tea party venue, Princess Seranghi, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came forward to greet Mumu Ze and Pokson.

Upon hearing this, Pokson bowed respectfully and greeted him.

Princess Seranghi's attitude was much better than before, even bordering on deliberately ingratiating.

There was nothing she could do. Ever since Diya appeared, Mumu Ze's actions were almost completely incomprehensible to her. All she knew was that this once insignificant daughter had undoubtedly become an existence that could not be ignored.

As for Dia, she had nothing to say.

The recruitment of a prince's private army, which caused a great uproar some time ago and was known as the darkest recruitment of a prince in history, was orchestrated by the hunter in front of us.

The inside story is shrouded in mystery, with numerous rumors circulating about its veracity.

Some say that the twelfth prince is a puppet of the hunter, whose true purpose is to seize the royal bloodline.

Some say that the private army captain who rose to power was actually arranged by the hunter, with the aim of undermining the Twelfth Prince.

Some say that the hunter was disrespectful to Cammy and is in big trouble; Cammy is about to mobilize the King's army, blah blah blah.

In short, the storm of public opinion mainly focused on the only outsider—Dia.

“Mr. Dia, it’s been a long time.”

Princess Seranghi looked at Dia with a complicated expression and greeted her.

The last time they met, she couldn't see the person in front of her clearly, and even now, she still can't see him clearly, and even feels that the fog surrounding him is getting thicker and thicker.

"May Your Highness be well."

"Dia said calmly."

"May Mother be well."

Mumu Ze parrots what others say.

'But Mumu Ze seems less independent than before...'

Princess Seranghi thought to herself, and said:

"Mumu Ze, play with your brother for a while, I need to go and greet the other princesses."

She then handed Prince Malayan over to Mumu Ze and turned to walk to the other side of the tea party.

"Bok, you stay close to Mumu Ze, I'm going to get some drinks."

Dia said something to Poxon and then walked toward a table piled high with champagne.

He doesn't want to play with kids.

The third prince's palace is less than a kilometer from the king's palace; the last time he tried to sneak into the king's palace, he had never been this close.

This is a golden opportunity that we must seize.

Dia decided to wait until the tea party was halfway through, then find an excuse to leave temporarily and go explore the mysterious royal palace!

Just as Dia picked up a glass of wine, a greeting came, along with a strong scent of sandalwood.

He turned his head and saw the bald, brown-skinned Third Prince Jolai, with six black spots on his head, calmly looking at him.

"You must be Dia. You have an extraordinary presence. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Good evening, Your Highness. May I ask if there's anything I can help you with?"

Dia asked politely.

"Then I'll get straight to the point. A while ago, you were in charge of the selection of private soldiers in Mumuze. One of my disobedient private soldiers left his post without permission, causing you some trouble. Please forgive me. She has already been punished."

Joley said, looking somewhat apologetic.

The "disobedient private soldiers" he was referring to were, of course, Amber, who was already terrified.

As for whether she left her post without permission, that's just a matter of his word; anyway, no one can prove anything.