"Chrollo! Do you have a cold constitution?"
"A cold constitution?"
Chrollo hadn't expected Cordis to think of something as bizarre as a cold constitution even in the world of Hunters.
Just as Chrollo was wondering what exactly went on inside Cordis's head,
a rustling sound put them both on alert.
Cordis wanted to go investigate, but Chrollo reached out beside him and stopped him.
"Don't make a sound or move in a moment. Preferably, don't do anything at all."
Cordis looked puzzled, clearly unable to understand why Chrollo would say that.
But he soon found out why.
A group of people in strange clothes burst out of the woods nearby, carrying fishing spears.
The man leading them let out a roar toward the sky when he saw Chrollo and Cordis, then charged at them.
Cordis instinctively readied himself for combat.
But then he saw Chrollo letting those people loop ropes around him.
After thinking for a moment, Cordis abandoned his own preparations to fight.
[Hahaha! Now our tribe won't have to sacrifice two of our own!]
That was...
The language of the Tass. Cordis had learned it from books long ago, so it seemed these people belonged to the Tass.
The leader walked toward Cordis, casually scooping up a handful of mud from the ground.
Just as Cordis wondered what he was going to do,
Chrollo quietly warned him from beside him.
"This might be some kind of ritual. Bear with it."
Cordis nodded.
Then the leader smeared the entire handful of mud over Cordis's face.
Cordis hadn't expected this supposed ritual to involve smearing mud on his face.
For a moment, he even forgot to close his mouth.
Quite a bit of mud ended up inside it.
He spat several times, but plenty of mud still remained.
Just as