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Machi's Nen ability, "Nen Stitching," allowed her to quickly connect blood vessels, bones, muscles, and nerves in a body in an extremely short time, achieving immediate functionality.
This ability was extremely rare, but Machi had grown up in Meteor City and had not undergone any systematic education.
This meant that all her knowledge in this area was self-taught, which also indirectly proved Machi's genius in medicine.
Such a person, if they only remained in a group like the Phantom Troupe, acting as a thief, it would be too much of a pity.
"Prepare the airship. I'm departing for Meteor City."
Illumi turned and walked towards the elevator. A hand formed from shadow took the stemmed glass and gently placed it on the coffee table.
"It's already booked, the flight for 14:05 this afternoon."
Iksanpe's gloomy voice sounded from behind him. Phrôde put down the book in his hand and rose, following behind Illumi.
Illumi pressed the elevator button, entered the elevator, descended from the 51st floor to the basement, got into a black car, and left Umbrella Biohazard Industrial Park with Phrôde.
As for Greed, he was the security manager. The company currently had no guards and needed to remain at the company headquarters.
Though, at this stage, no one would make a move on them anyway.
The southernmost tip of the Yorbian Continent, Meteor City.
A group of boys and girls gathered together. Some sat on piles of trash, others stood beneath them, either reading or staring blankly.
"So boring."
A spiky-haired boy sat on a heap of trash, gazing up at the sky, complaining idly.
"You're loud. Why don't you go find someone to fight?"
A samurai-dressed boy with downcast eyes retorted to the spiky-haired boy.
"Huh!?"
Suddenly, Uvogin, sitting on a trash pile, seemed to discover something. He stood up from the pile, placed his right hand on his forehead, and peered into the distance.
"What are those people doing?"
"Ah? Are you going crazy again?"
Nobunaga heard Uvogin's voice and said impatiently.
"I said, those people seem to be from the Elder Council, right?"
"What are they doing?"
In Uvogin's line of sight, a group of people dressed in church attire were gathered around a group of children, seemingly talking about something.
"Hm? Let me see."
Nobunaga heard Uvogin's question, rose with a puzzled expression, and looked in the direction Uvogin was staring.
"Those people seem to have been appearing frequently recently in places where there are many children in Meteor City."
A moment later, the group of children seemed to have finished communicating with the people in church attire, and followed behind their leader, walking back in the direction they came from under their protection.
"It seems to be the wish of an elder from Meteor City, who said that someone is willing to adopt children from Meteor City."
A black-haired boy with bangs sat on another pile of trash, holding a book, reading it with relish, and incidentally answered Uvogin and Nobunaga's questions.
"Really?"
As soon as Kuroro spoke, Uvogin immediately turned his head, looking at everyone present with an excited smile.
"Then we can also go—"
"Idiot!"
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a purple-haired girl, who looked at Uvogin with an "idiot" expression and said.
"How can we, without nationality or ID codes, be adopted by anyone?"
"Ah, is that how it is."
Uvogin, hearing Machi's words, raised his right hand and scratched the back of his head, looking foolishly honest.
"Haha, idiot."
Nobunaga "pfft"ed and laughed, nudging Uvogin's waist with his elbow. The latter angrily brushed his arm away.
"As far as I know, the Meteor City Elder Council annually sends talent out to the world."
At this moment, a blonde girl with shoulder-length hair and a cold, sensual appearance spoke her thoughts. She had her arms crossed over her chest, wearing a fitted, elegant suit with a classic V-neck and a white inner top, her legs long, giving her a sensual and mature look.
"But something like sending children out this year has never happened before."
"Hearing you say that, it feels even more off."
Facing Pakunoda, a burly, flat-topped young man with exceptionally long earlobes stood, rubbing his chin, deep in thought.
"Hmph, maybe they sold them to some mysterious organization."
Beside him, a short, black-haired boy with a middle part, wearing a black coat with his collar turned up to cover his mouth and nose, sneered.
"The Meteor City Elder Council shouldn't do such a thing," Machi said with great certainty.
"Then, what if this Meteor City elder was originally from some mysterious organization?"
Kuroro, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, posing a possibility that stunned everyone for a moment.
"Hey, hey, that would be too terrifying."
"What kind of mysterious organization would even pay attention to Meteor City?"
Uvogin's mouth stretched into a wide smile, but his eyes glowed with excitement, as if he had found something fun.
At this time, there were only seven people in Kuroro's group. Two years later, they would form the world-renowned Phantom Troupe.
"Hey, you few."
And at this moment, the people in church attire noticed them and walked over.
"One, two, three... a total of seven people."
A nun, dressed in black church attire, leading the group, walked over and smiled gently at Kuroro's group.
"Someone is willing to adopt children abandoned in Meteor City. Would you like to come with us?"
She seemed to want to move the seven children in front of her with her gentle attitude, but unfortunately, Kuroro and his companions were not ordinary children.
"Not interested."
Uvogin directly refused. Nobunaga and the others also refused one by one. The nun could only look at the last boy.
"May I ask, who is adopting us?"
Kuroro snapped his book shut, looked at the woman, his expression calm and his tone even.
"Eh~ I don't know that. I only know it's a very rich wealthy person."
The nun was stumped by Kuroro's question, but her face immediately broke into a gentle smile. She came closer to Kuroro, knelt down.
"Do you want to be adopted?"
"If you're adopted, you can go to the outside world, eat all sorts of delicious food, and wear all sorts of beautiful and cool clothes."
Kuroro closed his eyes and stood up, ignoring her. He turned and walked away without a word, and the others followed suit.
The nun looked at their retreating figures, startled. It was her first time encountering such difficult children.
"Oh, right, do any of you know a purple-haired girl named Machi?"
The nun suddenly stood up and shouted, causing Kuroro and his companions to halt abruptly. Machi, in particular, turned to look at her directly.
"Don't know."
Although shocked, Machi replied coldly.
"Eh~ your hair is purple. I thought..."
The nun looked at Machi, her expression slightly disappointed, but still smiled and said to them.
"If any of you have heard of a purple-haired girl named Machi, you can come to the Elder Council. There will be a reward."
The nun finished speaking to them with a smile, then turned and left with the group of children and church people.
"Machi, did you have relatives after all?"
Feitan's narrow eyes squinted, looking at Machi, and asked.
"No, I am very certain that I have no relatives left in this world."
Machi's tone was very firm.
And even if she did have relatives still alive in the world, from the moment she was abandoned, they had no relation to each other whatsoever.
If one were to speak of related people, it was the companions around her.
On the other side, the church nun's expression was excited, and she hastened her pace towards the church.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
The nun, stepping quickly on the hard tiles inside the church, rushed into the magnificent hall, her expression excited.
At this moment, inside the church hall, an old man in a valuable suit with white temples stood in the center of the hall, with his back to the main door.
"Elder Dusana, I found her, I found her..."
The nun's figure rushed in from outside the main door, leaning on the edge of a wooden chair, panting, and looked up at Dusana.
"Elder Dusana, you instructed us to find a girl named Machi, and I found her."
Dusana, who had been sitting in the center of the hall with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. A red glow flashed in his eyes. His mouth stretched into a grin, and he slowly turned, expressionless.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, although she didn't admit it."
The nun leaned on the edge of the chair, panting for a while, catching her breath, and said excitedly.
"But the moment I called her name, they all reacted."
"And that purple-haired girl was 100% consistent with the description you gave."
The nun's tone was certain. Although Machi believed she had hidden herself well, the experienced nun still detected something amiss from her face.
Dusana's face broke into a satisfied smile. He walked over to the nun, reached out and cupped her chin, making her face flush as her chin slowly lifted.
"Very good, you may go rest first."
"Later, someone will have you lead them to find that girl. The promised reward will be sent to your home."
"Yes, yes, thank you, Elder Dusana."
The nun quickly retreated a step, bowed repeatedly to Dusana, then turned and left in a hurry.
"Not bad, I just arrived and already have a result."
Two figures, one large and one small, appeared from the right side of the church hall. They were Illumi and Phrôde.
They had traveled from Pegorose by airship to Barusa Island, then made their way to Meteor City, a journey that took over half a month.
"Are we going now?"
Envy, maintaining Dusana's appearance, asked Illumi. While speaking, he deliberately glanced at Phrôde, who returned a cold smile, making Envy's face stiffen and his body go rigid.
"No, let's observe first."
"If her bond with her companions is deep, it might be a bit troublesome."
"We'll need to employ some methods."
Illumi walked in front of Envy and patted his shoulder.
"First, let's go see those children."
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