Here Comes the Chicken Soup~!!!

"Perhaps I should give it a try."

Chrollo suddenly raised his head as well and met Mog's gaze.

"If it can really be done."

"Don't worry~~~"

Mog smiled again. "In the near future, you won't regret this choice."

Chrollo clasped Mog's hand.

The scene seemed to freeze in that moment.

The afterglow of the setting sun draped itself over the two of them.

It reflected a dazzling gleam, as though it too bore witness to this moment.

The sight of the two talking and shaking hands fell into the eyes of everyone present.

It would be etched deep into their hearts, impossible to forget.

"Although I don't know what exactly happened..."

Sarasa, young but precocious, watched the scene and spoke softly. "But judging by the result~~~"

A smile slowly bloomed across her face.

"It seems pretty nice, doesn't it~!!"

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Pulling Chrollo over to his side had not been a spur-of-the-moment whim, but it had certainly been planned for a while.

Among the most outstanding figures in Meteor City, even in the latest chapter by that old thief Togashi, there was still only Chrollo.

His future appearances had long proven just how exceptional and talented he was.

Father Zhol's judgment and high regard for him had indeed been well-founded.

Since Mog had encountered Chrollo in his childhood, before he had yet grown up,

he naturally had to recruit him to his side as soon as possible.

Only at a time like this, before Chrollo had turned dark following Sarasa's death,

and before he had developed his own wisdom and independent thought, while he was still immature, was there a good opportunity to win him over.

To put it simply, Chrollo was clever now, but he was still young.

There were still ways to bring him in.

And it was not just Chrollo whom Mog would be bringing over.

Franklin, Pakunoda, Shalnark, Shira, Sarasa, and the others around him

would all come along with Chrollo.

One pull, and he got a whole group.

Most of the future Phantom Troupe's elite would be gathered under Mog's banner~!!

Chapter 45: Here Comes the Chicken Soup~!!!

"I want to play the bad guy, the ultimate supervillain!"

Under the sunset's lingering glow, Uvogin's booming voice noisily assaulted everyone's ears.

After Chrollo joined them, Uvogin was delighted.

He greatly approved of Chrollo's performance today.

Originally, he had merely begged Mog to help him save face, but he had not expected them to really get to make it.

They had even brought Chrollo in on it!!

What was this called?!

This was called a union of the strong!!

And with Mog's miraculous methods, Uvogin firmly believed they could definitely make it well!!

So what was there to hesitate about?!

Of course, he had to strike first and snatch up the role he wanted~!!

With Uvogin taking the lead, the others began asking for roles as well.

"You can wait on the roles. The script hasn't even been finalized yet, so the specific characters naturally haven't been decided."

Chrollo took it upon himself to calm everyone down.

"But rest assured, if we start filming, every one of us will definitely get a role."

Well, there would definitely be roles.

Whether they suited their preferences was another matter.

For a moment, several of them exchanged looks, faint sparks seeming to flicker between them.

As night gradually fell, everyone returned to their homes for safety's sake.

However, they agreed to meet again the next day at Nobunaga's house.

"You know where we live, right?"

"I know the place, but Nobunaga's house isn't that big, is it? Will there be room for us all to sit if we meet there? And you said you all live there? Can it even fit everyone?"

"Hahahahaha, as for that, you'll know when you come tomorrow~!!"

Uvogin and the others left laughing, leaving Franklin and the others rather confused.

But since they had said so, they would find out when they met tomorrow.

Shalnark, Franklin, Sarasa, and the rest bade each other farewell as well.

Of them all, Sarasa was the most excited. She eagerly wanted to see what tomorrow would bring.

She had a feeling that perhaps, starting tomorrow, their lives would undergo an entirely new change!!

"Do you really plan to work with him, Chrollo?"

On the way back, Pakunoda voiced her concern to Chrollo.

"Yeah. I want to make something that belongs to Meteor City too."

Chrollo wore a smile. "And I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of sparks will fly if we work together."

"I believe..."

Chrollo seemed to think of something, and his face brightened again.

"It will definitely be very interesting!"

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Early the next morning, Chrollo and the others arrived at Nobunaga's home promptly—one could even say impatiently.

After Nobunaga greeted them with a yawn and let them inside,

"Where are they? Didn't they say we were gathering here?"

Shalnark craned his neck and peered inside first, only to find Nobunaga alone.

"They all live upstairs."

Nobunaga pointed at the staircase beside him.

"Upstairs?!"

Shalnark froze. After seeing the stairs leading upward, he seemed to think of something and immediately stepped back outside.

Yep, it was still a one-story house, with no other floors at all.

"No upper floor, but there are stairs..."

Even Shalnark could not make sense of it for the moment.

Especially when Feitan and Phinks were the first pair to come down the stairs, it became even more bewildering.

"Yo, you got here pretty early."

Phinks raised a hand in greeting, while Feitan still looked as indifferent as ever.

"There really is an upper floor?!!"

Shalnark stared wide-eyed.

His mouth hung open in surprise, making the chipped corner of his tooth look especially comical.

"How did you do this?!"

He rubbed his eyes, still unwilling to give up as he went back outside to look again.

Outside, it was still only one story, but inside~~~

"You're here."

Machi came downstairs calmly, while Uvogin was still shrieking away.

"Everyone's here already, huh? What, are you all so eager to be slaughtered by this great villain, Lord Uvogin?!!"

Everyone automatically ignored the idiot and turned to look at Mog, who came down last.

"You're all here."

Mog exchanged pleasantries. "Have you eaten breakfast?"

Breakfast...

What a niche word.

In Meteor City, being able to fill one's stomach was already quite good. Who cared about breakfast, lunch, and the like?

Usually, they went hungry one meal and ate their fill the next...

That said, after entering this house, they really had caught a whiff of something fragrant.