Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

Chapter 119 "Meeting the Mind Eliminator Again" (3)

The police officer, who seemed to have a high status, walked over and asked them casually, then let the two of them leave and prevented other police officers from approaching.

Kurapika's wooden sword was also taken out of the luggage first and brought over.

Germain led Kurapika into the crowd who were ready to leave after receiving the transcripts, quietly staying away from the thick crowd outside.

They entered the quiet aisle and walked out of the airport.

"You can ask a question, and I will only answer you a question." Germain walked on the sidewalk, looking straight at him, "This is your reward for playing with me."

Kurapika couldn't help but pause on the spot.

Germain ignored him and walked forward.

Wearing a beak mask, he will attract some attention, but most people think that he is engaging in "Cosplay (role play)", so they don't take it to heart.

After a moment, Kurapika quickly followed. After a brief thought, he knew what he should ask.

"What can I do to become as powerful as you?"

He did not waste the opportunity to ask other questions, but went straight to the point. This was what he needed to know most, and the rest were minor questions.

"Take the professional hunter exam." Germain answered as he stopped a taxi. "After you get your hunter's license, someone will teach you."

He told Kurapika the template he used to answer Killua exactly, then lowered his head and got into the back seat of the taxi that pulled over.

"Professional hunter"... It turns out that what this man just showed to the police was probably a hunter's license.

The social status of professional hunters is extraordinary. Even the police did not dare to neglect us. They asked us a few symbolic questions and let us go.

Kurapika was thoughtful, but there were still too many questions unanswered.

He didn't give up just like that, he got into the taxi and sat next to Germain.

"as far as I know."

After Kurapika sat down, he moved the two wooden swords tucked behind him, adjusted their positions, and turned to look at Germain.

"The hunter exam is once a year. It has ended this year. I want to take it, and it will be in January next year at the earliest. I don't want to wait for so long. Is there any other faster way?"

"Besides, you said that after I get my hunter's license, someone will teach me. What exactly are you teaching me?"

Germain didn't answer Kurapika. He agreed to answer one question, and he would only answer one question.

He placed his suitcase at his feet and informed the driver of a location.

The taxi slowly walked up and down the city streets. The traffic was somewhat congested, so the driver had to take a detour.

Kurapika couldn't help but be startled when he saw that Germain really stopped paying attention to his second and third questions.

However, he really had nothing to do with Germain.

Later, Kurapika saw Germain picking up his mobile phone and playing the game "Snake" with an expression that completely ignored foreign objects.

Kurapika, who fell silent, slowly began to think twice.

The scenery outside the window recedes, and the neon lights of the city are as gorgeous as a dream.

The driver's detour was successful, and the taxi soon arrived at the landmark building of Itlo City - a "Trojan Horse" statue that was obviously made of metal but looked like it was made of wood.

Germain and Kurapika got out of the car, paid the fare, and the taxi drove into the main driveway, turned the corner, and disappeared.

Kurapika took the initiative to help Germain lift the suitcase and followed behind without saying a word.

Germain looked back at Kurapika, without saying anything, and searched the surroundings with his eyes, and soon saw the person he had arranged to meet.

The brown-skinned Abengane pursed his lips tightly and looked around nervously, sighing inexplicably from time to time.

When Abengane saw the man wearing a beak mask walking toward him, he quickly realized that the person behind the mask was the person he was waiting for.

Even though he has changed his image, Abenganie can still feel this familiar temperament, which is very much the same.

"Jer..." As soon as Abengane shouted a syllable in a low voice, he noticed the strange young man behind Jermain, so he stopped in time and asked, "Who is he?"

"Don't worry about him, just pretend he doesn't exist." Germain replied, "Without further ado, let's get started."

Abengane looked at the confused Kurapika suspiciously and nodded: "Okay, please come with me. I have decided on a location."

"You lead the way and we will follow," Germain said.

So, Germain and Kurapika followed Abengane forward.

They walked through the crowded square and towards the quiet streets. Slowly, there were fewer and fewer people around.

Kurapika opened his mouth several times and thought about whether it would be too dangerous to follow him like this and whether he should leave.

Such an adventure is really not in line with his usual style.

However, as long as it is possible to gain the ability to defeat the "Phantom Troupe", Kurapika is willing to take risks, and he is unwilling to give up.

He followed a man he had only met for two hours and another man he had just met, down the stairs and into a basement.

Abengane took out the key from his arms to open the door and walked into a dark corridor. He stamped his feet and the sensor lights in the corridor came on.

After Germain and Kurapika came in, Abengane stuck his head out and cautiously looked outside for a while before locking the door.

"Please go forward, it's at the end of the corridor." Abenganieh raised his hand, "Please forgive me for being too cautious. The life of the "Mind Eliminator" has been getting more and more difficult recently. "

Kurapika astutely heard the unheard-of new word "mind-killer". He picked up Germain's suitcase, paused, and then quickly followed, continuing to play the role of "silent listener".

"Is your ability very rare?" Germain's voice had a deep texture through the beak mask, "It stands to reason that your life should be quite good."

Abengane glanced at Kurapika.

Since Mr. Germain is willing to pick up the topic, it seems that he has a lot of trust in this young man, so he doesn't have to hide everything.

"You can't say that. Not everyone is as easy to talk to as you. There are always some people who want 'free services', and some people think that my "mind ability" is their natural enemy. "

"Psychic ability"...Kurapika received a new concept again, and he listened calmly.

Abengane used the key to open the rolling shutter door at the end of the corridor and flipped it up with a clang, revealing the invisible room inside.

He groped around the wall for a while, then flipped the switch with a snap, and the lights in the room turned on.

I saw rows of shelves in a room of about eighty square meters, and various potted flowers and plants were placed on the shelves.

The flower pots placed are exactly symmetrical about the center line, and the left and right sides correspond to the same, which looks neat and beautiful.