Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

"I understand. I never expected that in this era there would be a man who intended to become regent. It's truly unexpected."

"However, even if you say that, it's hard for me to turn a blind eye to you and him, because that would be tantamount to dereliction of duty."

Upon hearing this, Caesar frowned slightly.

Cureasapano was completely unresponsive, so we had to come up with other arguments to persuade her not to commit suicide.

But after much thought, Caesar couldn't come up with a particularly good idea.

'Fine, the one who tied the knot must untie it. I should just go and persuade Dia to go easy on her and cripple her...'

Caesar rose without changing his expression and said:

"I respect your position and opinion. Just like if everyone in the same room has their mouths covered, all you can hear is farting. So let's leave it to you. I hope you achieve your goal soon."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the office without hesitation.

Behind him, Cureasapano, who was still thinking of listening to Caesardo's advice, subconsciously reached out to call him back.

But the next moment, she hesitated and withdrew her hand, ultimately letting Caesar walk out of the office.

Caesar left so decisively; could it be that he didn't actually care about this matter?

Caesar, stepping out of his office, decisively pulled out his phone and dialed that secret number:

"Hello, is this Dia?"

The sounds of a car driving and the whistling wind came from the other end of the phone, and against these sounds, Dia's voice remained remarkably clear:

"It's me, what's wrong?"

Caesar recounted the whole story that had just unfolded and said:

"In the next few days, you may frequently receive summons from the Justice Bureau, as well as visits from investigators, and even Cureasapano may personally come to investigate and inquire about you."

"But as long as you insist on not following their pace, there won't be any problems."

"If you're annoyed, just break that woman, Cureasapano's, legs. Once she shuts up, there won't be another person in the Justice Department bothering you."

"..."

Dia, on the other end of the phone, carefully examined the caller and confirmed it was indeed Caesar. She hadn't expected the kid to be so ruthless.

However, he no longer needs to worry about it.

As Dia drove, she said:

"Don't portray me as some kind of sadist. That Sano guy just thinks I've gotten involved in the royal succession battle, so he's trying to put me in a bad light, right?"

"Then just go and talk to her directly, and this matter will be resolved quickly."

"The battle for the royal succession will not drag on for more than 12 hours. You just need to get her to agree and keep silent during that time."

After saying that, Diya hung up the phone and placed it on the passenger seat.

If Harkenbrug and everything he has guaranteed proceeds as planned, the succession ceremony will be disrupted within 12 hours.

The succession battle could not continue.

Of course, even if things don't go smoothly, Halkenbrugge has prepared contingency plans.

When his plan fails, he will not hesitate to commit suicide with Benjamin's private army, making room for Dia to make his move.

At that time, whether it's following the ritual of the "egg in the pot" to have Mumu Sawa kill others,

Whether to continue with a long-term plan, prolong the ceremony, and find a new breakthrough is entirely up to Dia.

It was the events that followed the end of the succession war that made Dia somewhat hesitant.

'If Mumuze becomes king, I will have to face the choice of whether to stay in Kakin. Staying is impossible, and becoming regent is also out of the question.'

'However, with Poxen's assistance, and the fact that I can provide remote guidance, making Mumuze a competent ruler shouldn't be too difficult.'

'But under these circumstances, would Mumu Ze willingly let me leave?'

'In the worst-case scenario, I might have just helped her ascend the throne a moment ago, and the next moment she'd turn against me, forcing me to stay in Kakin and marry me that very day.'

'Although I might seem a little bit of a scumbag, I have to be prepared to run away at any moment. I can't care too much about Mumu Ze's feelings right now...'

As Diya pondered silently, a scene suddenly flashed through her mind: Mu Muze, his face streaked with tears, gritting his teeth and vowing to earn everyone's respect.

His eyes flickered for a moment, and he tightened his grip on the steering wheel slightly, but then returned to normal.

It seems that the wavering just now was just an illusion.

Chapter 430 Sherlock's Plan × Father and Daughter Reunion

The sun gradually sank below the horizon.

Sherlock knew he had to speed things up.

He extended his long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles and flicked out two faint chanting spittles.

?! ?!

The slingshot flew swiftly in the direction of his finger, striking some goods covered with coarse gray-black linen cloth, producing a metallic clanging sound.

With the impact of the telekinetic bullets, the goods were moved a few centimeters insignificantly before being neatly stacked in this unknown warehouse.

Sherlock, suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, nodded to himself, turned around, and rushed into the street, his crisp footsteps suddenly echoing in the empty street.

The patrolling soldiers heard the noise and were about to raise their guns to point at the source of the sound when they saw a flash of white light!

The next moment, the patrolling soldier's eyes gradually became unfocused, and he unconsciously let go of the spear in his hand, drooling as he knelt down on the ground.

'Have a good night's sleep, child.'

Sherlock quietly adjusted his black round hat and walked with light, elegant steps across Old Tangde Street to the agreed-upon location.

This is an abandoned train station.

Because of the aging sensors, the streetlights have already turned on, emitting a dim, yellowish light that is not very noticeable in the setting sun, but which will appear quite warm and inviting after nightfall.

On the east side of the station platform, there is a station sign, and on top of the sign is a small black iron clock covered with rust.

The small bell is meant to remind passengers that the bus has arrived, but it hasn't rung in a long time.

New Delhi once had a considerable number of bus stations, but some unnecessary stations were abandoned after several urban planning projects.

Sherlock looked up and saw that the familiar station name was already faded and worn.

I could barely make out the words on it.

【Stallion Station】

"Sorry I'm late."

A deep, mature male voice came from behind Sherlock, interrupting his reverie.

He turned his head and saw that Saqiu had arrived late, carrying a string of human heads.

“You look more like a serial killer than a detective right now.”

Sherlock glanced at the heads strung together with straw rope.

Their necks were smooth and flat, all indicating the same method of death—a clean, swift decapitation.

"A repressive environment turns people into ghosts."

Sach sighed and threw the severed head in his hand to the side of the road.

He then wrote on the ground with a piece of white chalk:

[Calling the police to cover up the incident could lead to mass delirium]

He then stood up and looked at Sherlock:

"There's no need to look for the killer anymore. There's a gang leader with good mental fortitude who's also hunting those people. I think his methods are sound, and I expect we'll have results soon."

"What are your plans? If you have nothing to do, why don't you come with me to our cramped apartment and wait for your chance?"

Sherlock glanced back at the sign for the stag beetle station, thought for a moment, and said:

"Don't hide yet. Do you remember the giant beast phantom from that day?"

That monster that spans the city and reaches the clouds with its shoulders.

Although Sherlock and Satchel later said they couldn't recognize the beast, it was obvious that it wasn't a naturally occurring phenomenon.

If it's not some kind of mirage, then it must be man-made.

Upon further reflection, what was the purpose of creating such a behemoth, who was the mastermind behind it, and most importantly, what price had to be paid?

Leaving aside the other two, Sherlock knew very well that the mastermind behind the colossus could only be King Nasby of Kakin.

Only he could stir up so much trouble in New Delhi without attracting the attention of the King's Army.

After that day, the "calm" Newry seemed to confirm Sherlock's conjecture.

Satchel looked at Sherlock with surprise:

"You have an idea? The size and oppressive feeling of that giant beast phantom are completely beyond the scope of humans. If it were to be used as a Nen ability, the amount of energy required would be astronomical."

"This further confirms that it was not an ordinary Nen ability that had been subject to [Constraint and Vow]."

Sherlock said:

"It is very likely some kind of strict ceremony, similar to the succession ceremony of the Kakin royal family."

"I think if we dig deeper, we might find something interesting. If you're interested, come and help me."

Saqiu crossed his arms noncommittally, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"The ceremony, it is indeed quite interesting."

"To be honest, the Kakin Palace has been silent ever since the lockdown began, which is not a good sign. My sword heart has been feeling vaguely uneasy."

"It's like something big is going to happen. The last time I had this feeling was during the soul-calling case at the Japanese island of Jing'an Temple."

“That crisis involved 100,000 people, and in the end, thousands died and tens of thousands were permanently disabled. Ma Sang and I did our best to resolve the crisis, and we also destroyed seven of my swords and Ma Sang’s black umbrella.”

Saqiu stroked the hilt of his sword with his right hand, his tone heavy:

"Since we can take the initiative, it's definitely better than being forced to react passively. Do you have any useful clues? Let me see if I can figure anything out."