[Hunter] Spider No. 8

Angus hadn't finished dressing yet, and had just put his head into his shorts when he heard the door close with a "bang".

Maggie... seems to really dislike me.

Angus touched his back which was still tingling in confusion.It's really strange, I shouldn't have offended her.

——Angus has completely forgotten the accident that he completely froze Maggie.

After thinking about it, he took off his shirt again.Angus walked to the rough and uneven wall, and slowly transformed a large piece of ice with his hands.

Regardless of the cold air that was eroding his back, he turned his head to look at the transparent and clean ice that could be used as a mirror.

In the shoulder blades on both sides, a slender but ferocious spider is looking at him with its teeth and claws. The spider is small and delicate, and the details even describe the sharp barbs on the spider's legs.

The technology is very good.

Angus lightly touched the small "8" on the back of the spider: this is the number that all members of the Phantom Troupe must have.

"Why did you choose number eight?"

Maggie endured it, but still asked curiously.

"Should... have a fate with this number?" Angus replied hesitantly, "It's a feeling of God's will."

God willing?Maggie twitched the corner of her mouth slightly speechless, but still didn't say anything.

Angus got dressed, and besides feeling a little dizzy, his stomach started growling again.

"I'm so hungry..."

He pushed open the door listlessly, and just as he was about to go downstairs, he saw Paknotan, who had given him food before, standing in front of his room, holding bread and milk that looked good.

This big sister is simply an angel!

Angus smiled at Pai Kenotan, took the necessary food that Pai Kenotan handed him without any politeness, and followed Pai Kenotan downstairs while devouring it.

Kuroro closed the book in his hand.

He watched quietly sitting next to the knight, and quickly dealt with Angus who was gulping down the bread and milk.

Kuroro didn't speak until Angus quickly wiped out all the food and burped with satisfaction.

"Number Eight, why don't you introduce yourself?"

Angus looked around, and the eight people all stared at him with different expressions.

"I'm Angus White. I'm 11 years and six months old. My ability is related to water. I'm currently No. [-] in the brigade."

Angus paused, hesitating whether to use that move, after all, he had just accumulated a little bit of energy.

Forget it, it's a meeting ceremony.

Angus raised his hand and murmured in a low voice: "SnowTime."

Groups of white opaque crystals began to gather on the high ceiling, and they became more and more prosperous, as if they wanted to bury all the people below.

But none of the people present made a sound, including Wo Jin, who was the loudest on weekdays—he noticed the subtleties that were slowly missing from the ice clouds with sharp eyes.

Just for a moment, the white clouds exploded in an orderly manner, without a sound, and the whole world was submerged in the endless whiteness.

"...It's snow."

The knight raised his head in fascination, his eyes could only see the flying things floating around, as if he was staring shyly at him, and in the blink of an eye, it was blown away with the wind.

It's hard to see snow on Meteor Street.

Even in the extremely cold winter, the air pollution that exceeds the standard is enough to instantly turn the white crystals that have not yet landed black, not to mention that they will be greedily absorbed by the barren land as soon as they fall.

Maggie stretched out her hand, watching the snowflakes of various shapes lightly land on her palm.

Like now, I can personally feel the existence of snowflakes.

She feels very happy.

"SnowTime is one of my abilities."

Angus spoke softly. He didn't want to disturb and spoil the scene. He could understand the joy of the people in front of him.

After all, when Wenner first saw this ability he had developed, he happily fed him three candies.

Maybe, not everyone experiences what you think is normal.

The author has something to say: Cherish everything you have—by a poor little TAT who had a fever yesterday and lay dead all day, and is still dizzy today, and began to miss a healthy body

I actually don't know what I want to express... In short, health is the most important thing!