Chapter 471: Chapter 471 Moses Lost Contact
Afterwards, just like how he had inexplicably arrived at the ruins before, as the light cocoon dissipated, Milluki, with his upper body naked, now found himself standing in front of the loan shark shop.
The brief yet terrifying ordeal still made him feel as if he was in a dream.
"I'm back..."
Staring at the brightly lit sign above the shop, Milluki muttered to himself, still feeling a lingering sense of fear.
It was unbelievable-
He had somehow walked through the gates of hell, and yet he still had no idea what had happened.
The only thing he could be thankful for was that Moses was standing next to that terrifying creature and that he had the quick wit to bring up Killua. Otherwise, who knew what might have happened?
"Wait, the bag of gold coins!"
Now that he was out of danger, Milluki began to calm down and immediately remembered the gold coins he had tossed aside, feeling a deep sense of regret.
"Why didn't I think of putting a few gold coins in my pockets at that time?!"
Milluki touched the pockets on both sides of his trousers, feeling like crying but without tears.
He had been so excited while gathering the coins that he had only focused on stuffing them into his shirt, completely forgetting to put some on his pockets.
"Let's just go home."
Milluki sighed and no longer had the interest to take out a loan to buy the out-of-print game cartridge.
Once he got home, he'd have to pass on Moses's regards to Killua.
…
Back at the ruins-
With Milluki gone and the screams of ordinary people no longer echoing through the space, everything fell into a deathly silence.
With no outsiders interfering, Moses and Mamon quietly faced each other.
At this time, Mammon had already retracted his Aura.
This signaled that he wasn't going to resort to violence, but that didn't mean Moses could take advantage of the situation to get more benefits.
After all, being unpredictable wasn't a trait exclusive to humans.
"Give me an answer."
After a moment, Mammon spoke first.
All he wanted was to maintain the current status quo. Whether he could achieve that depended on Moses's decision and attitude.
"Alright."
Moses looked at Mammon and calmly said: "I promise you, I won't interfere with anything you do here."
"Good."
Mammon nodded in satisfaction.
Moses agreeing so readily was the outcome Mammon had most desired.
Otherwise, he would have had to resort to certain more forceful measures.
If possible, he didn't want the 'similar entity' residing within Moses to be caught in the crossfire.
After all, he respected any way of striving for survival.
"Then, you may leave."
Mammon folded his wings and said calmly.
Hearing this, a look of surprise appeared in Moses's eyes, and he asked tentatively: "Aren't you worried at all that I might break my promise?"
"If I were concerned about such a thing happening, I wouldn't be standing here talking to you as an equal, but would be solving the problem directly at the source."
Mammon spoke with a blank expression.
Moses remained silent for a moment after hearing this, and sighed in his heart: 'What a strange visitor from the Dark Continent.'
However, he never had the intention to deceive this mysterious creature, nor did he plan on leaving just yet.
"I will keep my promise and not disrupt the status quo, but..."
Moses collected his thoughts. A smile flashed across his face, and he said seriously, "I don't have to leave immediately, right?"
"Hmm?"
Hearing Moses's words, Mammon looked puzzled.
Moses directly stated his intention: "You also know how to use Contract, right? How about we exchange some knowledge?"
"…"
…
At Kukuroo Mountain.
When Milluki returned home, the first thing he did was to go to bed.
It wasn't until noon the next day that he woke up, feeling refreshed.
The terrifying experience at the ruins was now a part of history, something he no longer needed to revisit.
In any case, he wasn't planning to leave the house anytime soon unless absolutely necessary.
"Gotou, have you seen Killua?"
After leaving his room, Milluki caught the butler, Gotou, and asked him about Killua's whereabouts.
"Young Master Killua just opened the testing gate and is on his way back."
"Oh, perfect."
After getting the information he wanted, Milluki headed straight for the mansion's entrance.
About half an hour later…
Milluki saw Killua approaching from the distance.
Killua also noticed Milluki, but his eyes showed no emotion whatsoever.
He completely ignored Milluki's existence and walked past him toward the mansion's entrance.
Seeing that Killua ignored him, Milluki's eye twitched slightly, but he managed to hold it in.
"I met Moses. He gave me a message, which is why I'm here waiting for you."
Milluki said cryptically, standing with his back to Killua.
Killua suddenly stopped, spinning around to look at Milluki's back, with his eyes bright with curiosity.
"What message?"
He asked anxiously.
Milluki slowly turned around. Seeing the anxious expression on Killua's face, he squinted, and said: "He just asked me to say hi to you. Look how excited you are."
Swish!
In an instant, Killua appeared behind Milluki, and his right hand had turned into a sharp knife that pressed against Milluki's neck.
"Explain everything, word for word."
Killua's cold voice sent a shiver down Milluki's spine.
…
Swardani City, Gourmet Competition.
Menchi and Shizuku worked together, using their innovative toxic cuisine to breeze through the competition and ultimately win the championship of the once-every-four-years Gourmet Competition.
However, before the 'Champion Trophy' was awarded, the top three contestants of the competition will have to prepare an all-day banquet for the various elites and billionaires who attended the competition in the next week.
This was the real reason why the Gourmet Competition attracted so many high-profile attendees.
Otherwise, what's the point of just watching the judges eat?
It can be said that this banquet that will be held in seven days is more important than the competition itself.
This explained why Menchi and Shizuku have not yet informed Moses of the good news of them winning the championship.
After all, they hadn't received the championship reward yet...
Of course…
They had no idea that Moses was already aware of the outcome through event subscriptions, nor did they know that he was currently in the ruins where no signals could be received.
"Once this troublesome banquet is over, I should be able to get my Single Star title..."
Menchi wished time would speed up to the moment she could receive her trophy. But before that, she had to worry about the banquet menu.
Although Netero had said that this banquet is an opportunity to gain a lot of connections, Menchi really can't muster up the slightest interest in it.
Right now, all Menchi wanted was to return to her master and share the good news.
"Oh, you wanted to exchange the champion reward for achievements in the corresponding field."
When Netero learned of Menchi's request, he immediately looked a bit troubled.
Later, when faced with Menchi's question 'Is it not possible?', Netero answered with a mischievous smile.
"It's not impossible, but the two of you will have to play some volleyball with me first. Hoho."
"…"
And so, Menchi and Shizuku were tricked into playing volleyball with Netero for a whole day.
This process was naturally utterly grueling, and they spent the entire day being toyed with by Netero.
Menchi and Shizuku suffered, but Netero was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.
Day by day, time passed.
The banquet for the elite guests and billionaires went off without a hitch, and Menchi, thanks to winning the Gourmet Competition's championship, successfully earned her Single Star title. She also became the youngest Single Star Gourmet Hunter in the history of the Hunter Association.
Finally receiving her Single Star title, Menchi wasted no time in dialing Moses's number.
However-
No matter how many times she tried, she couldn't get through.
At first, she thought Moses had simply set his phone to Do Not Disturb.
So, Menchi and Shizuku returned to the ancient city, but they couldn't find Moses anywhere.
And from then on, they were unable to contact him at all.