Holy shit... I almost met my ancestors
Jorar, the once refined man, now had more white hair. He respectfully addressed Ian, his voice trembling, and presented the parchment-wrapped object with both hands.
Ian breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.
Look... look... the way they talk...
Who could possibly do that?
They were so polite and respectful; if Silva had done that sooner, they wouldn't have ended up like this.
But...
Ian turned his head and looked at Silva.
"I've already said, what you did to Dreyn made me very unhappy, and it made us very unhappy too. Of course, since Dreyn is alive, you don't deserve to die..."
"We Dawn fear no one. We are fair, treating everyone who tries to hurt us equally, and we believe in an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"
"So..."
He glanced at Jorar beside him, Jorar understood the implication and quickly offered the sheepskin package. Ian casually took it and continued.
"He may be spared the death penalty, but he will not be spared any punishment!"
"Don't blame us for doing to you again what you did to Dreyn!"
After saying that, he beckoned to Feitan and handed him the Silva doll.
"Feitan, this guy is yours to deal with..."
"There's no need to hold back. Just return the favor to Dreyn for whatever injuries he sustained!"
"Even if... the Zoldyck Family wants to come back for justice later, we'll accept it!"
"Leave it to me, Ian!"
Feitan happily took the doll; he'd been interested in this gadget for a while now, and besides, who was Zoldyck Family...?
He wasn't familiar with Feitan at all...
"Crack!"
As soon as Feitan took the doll, he immediately followed Ian's instructions and, based on Dreyn's injuries, broke off two of the doll's fingers.
Located below.
Silva seemed to be undergoing some kind of invisible punishment at this moment, with two fingers of his right hand strangely pointing upwards until they were completely broken.
However, his face remained expressionless.
For the Zoldyck Family's flexibility, this pain is nothing...
Even if he were to fully endure the torture that Dreyn had suffered, it would be nothing more than an intensified version of pain tolerance training for him.
After hearing Ian's words, he actually breathed a sigh of relief.
If you survive, it's just a minor injury; you'll recover eventually!
And more importantly, this miraculous survival wasn't without its own rewards!
The young man named Ian and his forces before us are clearly a rising star!
Although he made contact with them as an adversary.
However, since the misunderstanding could be cleared up, he still gained the advantage of being the first to contact the other party.
For the Zoldyck Family clan, this opposing team is clearly an excellent potential partner.
This time.
He needed to go back and discuss with his father how the Zoldyck Family clan should treat this team that was about to step onto the Nen user and even the world stage.
The strong deserve the investment and friendship of the Zoldyck Family clan.
Just like Netero, the current president of the Hunter Association, his father said that his great-grandfather had accepted a mission to assassinate someone.
To this day, the other party maintains a fairly close relationship with the Zoldyck Family.
Seeing Silva obediently accept the torture Feitan.
Ian stopped paying attention to the other person; he was now a hot potato to him, and he just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible!
If the Zoldyck Family clan really wants revenge, it will take at least a few days.
If that's the case, once he has more tools, he won't show any mercy to this clan anymore!
He looked down at the sheepskin package in his hand, somewhat curious.
Before that.
He had already heard Xia explain that the Xierku Family and the Zoldyck Family were able to connect because of some close relationships between their previous generations.
When I heard Ian, I immediately thought of Maha Zoldyck Family.
When he saw the Seals that only he could understand, which read "125,101 kills in his life".
He was basically certain of his judgment.
That old man, who looked like an alien, had a very weak presence when he first appeared in the comics, but he still left a deep impression.
Therefore, he was somewhat curious when he saw the family treasure that Jorar had taken out.
As for why the other party had hidden this item before, that's another story.
Ian didn't care.
It's only natural for people to consider their own families.
Gently turning the parchment open, Ian's eyes were met with a yellowed, old musical score.
Ian has no knowledge of music theory.
Naturally, they wouldn't understand the tonal patterns and the meaning of the notes above.
"The so-called treasure is just a musical score? Is it meant for Nen users to play?"
Ian was thinking this, but... the next second!
Holy crap... Dark... Dark Sonata!!?
He realized it immediately.
He quickly closed the parchment in his hand, a look of fear flashing across his face. He threw the parchment package away and shook his hand vigorously, as if afraid of getting it tainted with bad luck!
"Smack!"
The parchment fell to the ground, and everyone looked at Ian with confusion.
"What's wrong, Ian!?"
Machi quickly asked, while giving Jorar and Xia a cold look.
If these people dare to harm Ian, she will show absolutely no mercy!
"Cough cough... It's nothing, this thing is a bit strange!"
Realizing his reaction had been too strong, Ian looked somewhat embarrassed, then glanced at the package on the ground with a complicated expression.
However, he suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something, and his expression gradually became serious.
"Jorar, are you sure this has been passed down through generations in your family?"
Jorar, looking embarrassed as he wondered why Ian had suddenly thrown away the family treasure he had handed over, immediately replied when asked.
"Yes, this sheet music has indeed been passed down through the family, and my grandfather mentioned it in his notes."
"Do you know what instrument it plays?" Ian asked.
"Um... it should be violin. Because of this sheet music, I myself became a violinist," Jorar said awkwardly.
Ian ignored the other person's concealed personal thoughts and simply said in a low voice.
"Um... has anything strange ever happened to your family?"
Jorar was puzzled, but quickly answered anyway.
"Well... aside from the fact that my grandfather is Nen user, nothing else seems to have happened..."
Ian was having a bit of a headache.
He just wanted to play it safe and develop his character properly, but he never expected to encounter something like this.
That's settled then.
The hot potato in my hand has turned from one into two...
The Dark Sonata, in the original work, is a forbidden musical score created by the legendary Demon King. It consists of four independent movements, for the flute, piano, violin, and harp.
Once the music played or heard from this sheet music is played, the consequences can range from mild physical changes to immediate death.
Without a doubt, this thing is absolutely related to the Dark Continent.
Whether the score was truly created by the "Demon King" is unknown, but it was certainly created by some creature with extremely strong Nen Abilities.
After all, the ability to alter the appearance of living beings and cause mutations simply by hearing their voices is terrifying.
In the original work, the "Melody" refers to an attempt to play a flute piece with a friend while drunk, which resulted in the friend's immediate death and the author's own transformation into an ugly, groundhog-like creature.
That's why Ian quickly threw it away.
Who knows if this thing is a radiation catalyst? The methods are too despicable. They turned a beautiful woman into a bald, mutant groundhog. Ian wasn't this cruel.
It's easy to imagine how wicked the people who created these musical pieces were.
Meanwhile, the others also came over.
Chrollo looked at the discarded parchment with some curiosity, and was about to pick it up to take a look when Ian quickly stopped him.
"Hey, whatever you do, don't touch this thing..."
Then, not caring, he explained where the thing came from.
When you hear that, once you hear the music played in this movement, you will often mutate into a monster or even die.
Chrollo's expression changed, and the others also looked horrified, staring incredulously at the package on the ground, avoiding it at all costs.
Upon hearing this, Jorar broke out in a cold sweat and his legs went weak.
Our ancestors... what kind of rubbish did you leave behind...?
That was close...
He was a violinist, yet he managed to resist the urge to play this piece...
Otherwise, I almost would have met my ancestors...