[Hunter] Spider No. 8

"Wenner."

Angus eagerly stepped forward, then stopped suddenly. He began to look uncertain, with hesitant eyes.

——Wenner is dead, he buried it with his own hands, and he has already remembered all of this.

What is this person in front of him?

"Hey, what are you dawdling about?" Wenner straightened up impatiently and walked towards Angus, "Isn't today's task not completed?"

Winner never calls his name.

Angus remembered Wenner's rare and serious face after asking about his title: "The exchange of names has an extraordinary meaning in Meteor Street. Only companions can exchange names."

"What is a companion?" Angus, who had just arrived at Meteor Street, asked curiously with his big blue eyes blinking.

"It is an existence that can give life."

"Hey—" Angus said with an exaggerated drawl: "Is there really such a thing in this world?"

Wenner seriously reached out and touched the head of the cub in front of him, while Angus subconsciously turned sideways to avoid the hand that wanted to come a second time.

"There will be, one day you will understand."

"Hey, what's going on with you today?" Wenner scratched his head resentfully—tsk, his hands are greasy.He unceremoniously grabbed Angus who had been retreating, together with the oil in his hand.

"..."

Although I have long been used to it, I am still a little speechless.Angus reluctantly accepted Wenner's long-lost, warm hand.

Great.

The person in front of him is not cold.

"Wenner." Angus rarely obediently rubbed his dirty arm sideways, and murmured, "I miss you so much."

"Why, why do you say such things suddenly!" Wenner was stunned for a long time, then trembled viciously, rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, and rubbed Angus's tenderness vigorously with an uncomfortable face. The top of the hair: "Stop acting like a baby! Have you finished running laps!"

"I don't run laps anymore..." Angus stretched out his hand in a daze and tried to grab Wenner's clothes. "Since you died, no one has run laps with me."

"..."

Wenner frowned.

"Although I don't want to admit this fact... But you have indeed been killed by Zambini, master."

"master……"

Wenner sighed and hugged the bitter child tightly in his arms, and the weight of the gradually wet clothes was about to crush him: "I said, I talked to myself when I came up, and now I'm still crying I am dead, are you out of your mind?"

"Even if I was really killed... Tsk, just thinking about it makes me angry." Wenner curled his lips and continued to suppress the tense Angus: "Even if I am really dead, then Don't take revenge on me either."

"Don't worry, I won't let that happen."

"Apprentices should grow up well under the blessing of their masters."

"I haven't seen you go find your companions with my own eyes. I won't die."

"do not Cry."

Kuroro approached Dornu step by step without haste.He looked at Dornu who was retreating in a panic, turned the dagger in his hand and said softly, "Are you still showing your true face?"

Dornu was taken aback.Panting for breath, he stopped his back steps, grabbed the unconscious Angus with his face full of veins: "Do you want him to die?"

"Although I don't know who you are...but I can probably guess your purpose." Kuroro calmly inserted the dagger back into his boot: "Revenge?"

"……To shut up."

"The real Dornu should have died." Kuroro blinked, his dark pupils were so dark that people couldn't see the direction clearly: "He died in the civil strife in District Seven."

"……you shut up."

"Is it because we didn't bring back important water sources? Or because of the battle in District Seven or Nine?"

"No, it should be a betrayal that has been planned for a long time. After all, even if Dornu is injured and his wings are broken, he will not die."

"shut up!!!"

Kuroro, who was almost at a loss, looked indifferently at the unknown man disguised as Dornu who suddenly became furious. The man tightened his grip and squeezed Angus' neck tightly in his hand.

"I'm very puzzled. This should be your own problem in the seventh district. Why did you find our Phantom Troupe?"

The pretender clenched his fist tightly: "If it wasn't for this brat..."

"If it wasn't for this brat! Our district chief wouldn't have gone to District [-] to fight Zambini! We wouldn't have been injured! Avella, Aceh, and Miller wouldn't have died either! It was all because of this brat's design." A messy mistake!"

The pretender's eyes were red like a ball of dazzling burning fireworks. The desire for hatred and killing intent in his heart broke through the sky, and even the air had been twisted into balls of dangerous and monstrous anger.

"I'm going to kill this brat!!"

"Then kill him."

Kuroro smiled indifferently and said, "Do it."