"Painful Bloodthirsty Apostle Is Still Reborn"
Over the course of fifteen minutes, in the cool night breeze, Gelman gave a concise account of what had happened on Greed Island since their return on September 28.
Like prayer beads strung along a timeline, the confrontation in the meeting hall, the secret negotiations with Chairman Netero, and Granny Lin Nie's arrival unfolded like scenes in a painting.
"That's good, then." Ging's battered cap had been lost earlier, when he entered the Ancient Labyrinth, and his thick black hair was greasy from going unwashed for days. "Granny Lin Nie being on our side is a good thing."
"Even though she's getting on in years, just having her stationed on Greed Island will help steady everyone's nerves. At least we don't need to worry about our rear for now."
He had plenty of water to wash his hair with. For example, he could use the "Specific Card: Pot of Spring Water," which could produce 1,440 liters of water.
The reason he hadn't washed his hair was simply that he couldn't be bothered to bathe.
The smell clinging to Ging drew a round of silent complaints from Biscuit and Menchi. They sat with Shizuku in a corner atop the labyrinth's tower, looking thoroughly disgusted.
From that corner, they could still hear what the two men were saying, and join in if necessary.
"Gelman." Ging stroked his chin; naturally, he hadn't shaved his stubble, and it was starting to grow into a short beard. "Granny Lin Nie told us about Chairman Netero's current situation on purpose, didn't she?"
"Is she hoping we'll do something?"
First Beyond, then Biscuit. Most of the Twelve Zodiacs had already been away from the Hunter Association, and now even the last few had been sent elsewhere.
It was obvious something was