"My answer…"
Moses sat cross-legged, looked at Ging opposite him, and said: "It only represents my personal feelings and opinions on this book, and has no reference value."
"No."
There was a gleam in Ging's eyes, and he said seriously:
"Your perspective is interesting. For questions without correct answers, answering from the perspective of an 'observer' is a new approach. For me, being able to talk to you about this tonight as a fellow enthusiast is truly a blessing. It's a worthwhile trip."
"Me too."
Moses smiled.
Like-minded people are like this. As long as they share common interests, they can quickly get closer through communication.
"In fact, there are parts of this book that I dislike."
Moses lightly flipped through the pages of the book.
Ging looked at Moses and said with a smile: "Is it the 'sense of disillusionment'?"
"Yeah, is it the same for you?"
"Yes, but even so, I think Swamp Man is a good book."
Ging slowly stood up and looked up at the dark sky.
In the bustling city, the night sky always seemed devoid of stars.
"I don't deny that."
Moses also stood up, holding Swamp Man in his hand, and half-jokingly said:
"But sometimes I wonder, if the 'phenomena in the book' were to happen in the real world, what kind of scene it would be. The me in front of you might be a Swamp Man, but I wouldn't even know myself."
"Haha, that's the charm of fantasy novels. Once you are immersed in them, you will inevitably have similar thoughts."
Ging let out a hearty laugh.
He recalled the past when he indeed had no resistance to fantasy books for some time, and was completely stuck in them.
Moses turned his head to look at the moth under the streetlight not far away, thinking a little deeply, and nodded in agreement: "Yeah."
"Kester, I'd like to invite you for a drink, will you come?"
Ging ignored Moses's age and extended the invitation with a smile.
Having come all the way to Swardani City, even though he missed the book signing event, meeting a like-minded fellow enthusiast wasn't a wasted trip.
He was in a good mood now, so before running away, he wanted to chat with Moses in another place.
"I am underage, so I can't drink."
Moses wanted to go back to continue training, so he declined Ging's invitation on the grounds of being underage.
But Ging didn't care at all and said: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me."
"Worry about you?"
This mismatched response made Moses think for a moment.
Looking at Moses, who seemed slightly confused, Ging said cheerfully: "It's no big deal. At most, it's just a fine, or maybe a few days in jail. By then, I can even exchange ideas with the people inside."
"…"
Moses immediately understood what Ging meant.
'This guy…'
'He knew that encouraging underage drinking was an illegal act, but he was willing to bear the consequences of breaking the law just to do what he wanted to do now.'
'I can only say that he is a very carefree guy.'
"It's time for me to go home, so I won't be going."
This time, Moses straightforwardly refused.
He already knew that there was no point in refusing politely. Only direct rejection could make the carefree guy in front of him to give up his idea.
"Alright."
Seeing that Moses didn't want to go, Ging no longer insisted, and could only express regret.
Moses nodded towards Ging.
"Goodbye."
He bid a simple farewell and turned to leave.
"Yeah, goodbye."
Ging watched as Moses walked away.
They chatted happily just now, but before parting ways, they tacitly decided not to exchange contact information.
If they were truly 'people from the same world', then they would meet again sooner or later.
"Let's go to the old street and grab something to eat."
After giving it some thought, Ging decided to grab a bite to eat on the old street before taking off. After all, it had been a long time since he had been there, and he was feeling a bit nostalgic.
Thinking about it and doing it immediately was one of Ging's principles.
He soon came to the old street and headed straight for a barbecue stall filled with smoky but lively atmosphere.
"Boss, let's start with…"
"Ging?"
Ging was just about to order when he was interrupted by a sudden voice.
Among the crowded outdoor tables, a man with a fierce appearance and a braid behind his head that resembled a tiger's tail, was looking at Ging in disbelief.
This man was none other than Kanzai, a member of the Zodiac Twelve.
"What the hell!"
With a mouth full of grease, he held a skewer of chicken butt, his eyes widened and he exclaimed in shock: " You, the stinking pig who's always absent from meetings, actually came to Swardani City three days in advance for this meeting???"
"…"
Ging heard Kanzai's loud voice, but chose to ignore it.
'It's really unlucky to meet this stupid tiger with only elementary-level math and language skills when I'm trying to have a meal.'
Seeing that Ging ignored him, Kanzai, who had always had a bad temper, abruptly stood up, not caring about the gazes from the surroundings, and pointed the half-eaten chicken butt in his hand towards Ging.
"You damn stinky pig, you clearly heard me calling you, and you definitely saw me, right? Yet, you're still there pretending to blind an eye!!"
Kanzai had a bad attitude and cursed loudly.
'It's turning a blind eye, you stupid tiger...'
Ging complained in his mind, but still ignored Kanzai and looked at the various roasted meats stained with oil on the grill, unable to hide his regret.
'Gotta slip away now.'
Unwilling to have any interaction with Kanzai, Ging decisively turned around and left.
"Hey."
Seeing this, Kanzai quickly chased after him.
But as soon as he took a step, he saw Ging's figure disappear instantly.
"That damn bastard, he runs so fast!"
Kanzai stopped in his tracks, gnashing his teeth.
"Even this guy came, and he came three days in advance... The Zodiac Twelve's meeting this time seems to be not so simple."
Looking at the empty direction where Ging disappeared, Kanzai muttered to himself:
"I remember Beans mentioned a few words casually. It seems that this meeting is related to Post-Mortem Nen... But can't we just leave that kind of matter to Nen Exorcists to solve it?"
This man, who is also a member of Zodiac Twelve, never doubted Ging's motive for coming to Swardani City three days earlier.
He naively believed that Ging, who came to Swardani City at this time, could only be here to participate in the Zodiac Twelve's meeting, and has no other reason.
…
After leaving the shopping mall building where the book signing event was held, Moses called Biscuit, but the call didn't go through.
'At this time, maybe she's still queuing up to buy that handsome boy magazine.'
Seeing he can't call her, Moses sent Biscuit a message to have dinner together later, then went to the nearest hotel to get a room and started his daily training.
"Oh right... I should give Cheadle a call."
Moses, who is in the midst of releasing his Nen with all his might, suddenly thought of Lisha's instructions.
And he also wanted to inquire about the situation on Cheadle's side.
'I wonder if the Hunter Association has hired a powerful Nen Exorcist...'
'I'll call her after draining my Nen.'
…
In a certain research room in the Hunter Association Building.
"Haven't you bought a mobile phone yet…"
Someone muttered absent-mindedly.