Who had a death wish bad enough to try trafficking Chrollo?
They would be better off selling themselves than selling him.
Seeing that his warnings seemed to have done little good, the young sailor could only shake his head at the sailors behind him.
Cordis had closed his eyes to rest again.
The young sailor went back to his work as well.
Time flew by. When Cordis opened his eyes again, the ship had already docked.
A fierce wave of heat washed over Cordis. Dust filled the air here.
Every gust of wind sent sand and dirt swirling wildly.
Naturally, Cordis had no intention of letting that filthy dust sully his body.
The first thing he did after disembarking was buy a black silk scarf from a vendor and wrap it around his head.
For some reason, the sun here seemed more dazzling than anywhere else.
Cordis loved basking in the sun, but not this kind of sun.
Even a Nen user like Cordis could not withstand the relentless waves of heat.
He could hardly believe anyone managed to live in a place like this.
Only after pulling a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and putting them on did he finally feel a little better.
He took out his phone to check the address again.
It was hard to believe that the leader of the infamous Spider actually lived somewhere like this.
He slowly made his way toward Chrollo's residence.
According to the young sailor, there should be a small town not far away.
Sure enough.
Before he had walked very far, an unremarkable town appeared before Cordis.
Actually, calling this place a town might have been a stretch.
After all, it looked nothing like the towns Cordis had seen before.
It was more like a sprawling little mountain