"Eat your food! Can't that meal of yours plug your mouth?" Hisoka rolled his eyes at him, then lowered his head to continue eating.
Rebuked, Luo Ye stopped talking as well, quietly beginning his meal too, yet inwardly still finding it quite wondrous.
He hadn't expected the young Hisoka to be completely different from the one who grew up.
No, Luo Ye gave Hisoka's brightly colored clothing a disdainful glance, sighing to himself that his aesthetic sense was still just as poor.
Luo Ye simply stayed on, after all Rondo had paid way too much.
In the past he had always thought about finding a good job with room and board provided, never expecting his wish to be fulfilled right here.
Living in a villa with servants to wait on him, sumptuous meals and afternoon tea, without even needing to work—this overwhelming fortune had finally fallen upon him.
For the sake of this pampered life, Luo Ye felt that he could accept it even if Hisoka truly was a bit hard on the eyes.
On the other side, Feitan brought Shalnark back. "This is the Shalnark you mentioned. I've brought him back for you, when are we leaving Meteor City?"
Chrollo closed his book, looking speechlessly at the bruised and battered Shalnark holding his left eyelid next to them. "Are you sure he came back with you voluntarily?"
Why did he get the feeling Shalnark had been beaten all the way here by him?
Feitan crossed his arms, wearing a cold and arrogant expression. "You only told me to bring the person back, you didn't say it had to be voluntary."
Therefore, he was the one who hadn't made himself clear, so it couldn't be blamed on him.
Chrollo: "..." How should he put it, this was really hard to