Early the next morning.
Law asked Machi about Chrollo's address, and then imdiately headed towards East District.
Before leaving, Law didn't want Machi and Uvogin to be sad all day because of this matter, so he reassured them and promised that he would handle the matter himself.
It is hard to say whether this was reckless bravado or not, but because of this gesture of goodwill, both Machi and Uvogin felt guilty.
If both of them were not currently incapacitated, they wouldn't have let Law shoulder the burden alone.
Not long after Law left, Nobunaga woke up from hunger.
After Uvogin explained the situation to Nobunaga, he was in a daze for a while, then he ate sothing quickly and went back to sleep.
He thought about this problem very seriously and finally ca to the conclusion that he should heal his injury as soon as possible, so he had to continue sleeping to make his injury recover faster.
In this regard, Uvogin was helpless. He shared Nobunaga's sentint. So, even when lying on the hospital bed, he wasn't idle, and tried to sense and control his Aura.
He vaguely felt that using Aura could speed up the recovery of his injuries.
This idea ca naturally to him, and it was in line with the direction of his future path in Nen.
If they couldn't afford the ongoing dical expenses, the most practical survival strategy in teor City was to just go ho and fend for themselves.
Moreover, compared with the subsequent dical expenses, Machi and Uvogin are more worried about the problem of food.
They don't know how long it will take for their injuries to recover, and considering the teor City's outrageous prices, that is what they were really worried about.
.....
As Law walked down the street, he saw fewer disdainful or mocking glances than before. It seed that the effect of scaring Marza had begun to take effect.
Still, this matter was irrelevant to his current task.
The journey was uneventful. Following Machi's detailed instructions, Law turned into the alley according to the numbers on the houses and soon arrived at Chrollo's residence.
It is a two-story independent house with an area of less than 60 square ters.
The house was perfectly square, with no distinctive features, and its exterior was painted in muted yellow and white tones.
Law glanced at the number on the upper right side of the door, and after confirming it, he knocked on the door.
A mont later, the door opened, and it was Pakunoda who opened the door.
Seeing Pakunoda, Law was a little surprised and greeted her.
At this mont, he couldn't help but think, 'People in teor City sure are precocious. They started living together at a such a young age...'
"Co in." Pakunoda didn't know what Law was thinking, and stepped aside to let him enter.
Law nodded slightly and stepped inside. As soon as he entered the house, he saw Chrollo sitting on a chair by the window, reading a book.
The faint sunlight shone through the window onto Chrollo's body, casting a thin halo on his focused and serious face.
Bang!
Chrollo abruptly closed his book as soon as he noticed Law looking at him. Then, he looked up at Law and said calmly: "Sit down."
Law didn't stand on ceremony. He walked to the sofa and sat down, facing Chrollo.
The sparsely furnished room made its compact size feel even starker.
In front of the window, there is an European-style armchair, next to which stands a copper lamp stand with a barrel-shaped lampshade on it.
There was only one sofa, which is where Law was sitting. It could probably seat three people. In front of the sofa was a simple coffee table. And apart from that, the only furniture that could be seen was bookshelves.
Almost every wall is filled with bookshelves that are nearly as high as the ceiling and are filled with books.
As Chrollo had once ntioned, he truly loved reading.
Law glanced around at the bookshelves and secretly clicked his tongue, 'If the kitchen and bathroom hadn't taken up part of the space, there would probably have been two more bookshelves. Was the second floor also filled with books?'
Chrollo put down the book and looked at Law quietly without saying a word. He didn't even ask why Law was there.
The two looked at each other for several minutes in silence.
Law had a feeling that if he didn't speak, Chrollo would remain silent for a long ti, so he got straight to the point and stated his intention directly: "Do you have any ways to make money quickly?"
"No." Chrollo replied without hesitation.
Law was stunned for a mont, then stared at Chrollo, and continued to ask: "Then where did you get the three million Jenny?"
Chrollo calmly replied: "I earned it."
"How?" Law imdiately asked.
Chrollo didn't bother hiding the truth and replied directly: "If you help the Elder bring back the item he likes, he will pay you accordingly."
Hearing this, Law's eyes lit up, 'That sounded simple enough.'
"Are you worried about Machi and the others' dical expenses?" Without waiting for Law to speak, Chrollo put the book on the windowsill and asked directly.
"Obviously." Law said.
"Why are you worrying about it?" Chrollo asked puzzledly.
Law shrugged and said, "I am indebted to Machi."
Chrollo shook his head and said calmly, "That's not what I ant. Machi and the others' injuries have already been treated, so even if they're forced to leave the church in two days, they'll be fine. So, why are you worrying about this?"
Law's eyes widened and he complained directly: "Are you sick?"
Thud...
Pakunoda placed a red ceramic mug heavily on the coffee table, making a dull sound, which startled Law.
Law glanced at Pakunoda, who stood there like a protective mother hen, and imdiately chuckled awkwardly.
Pakunoda didn't spare him another look and turned to bring the tea to Chrollo.
Chrollo took the English-style teacup from Pakunoda, lowered his head and took a sip, then looked at Law and said calmly: "teor City has its own way of survival. Struggling to stay alive after getting hurt without relying on others is the norm here."
Law frowned and said, "How can I just leave that kind of injury alone?"
"Your way of thinking is flawed." Chrollo countered, pausing briefly before continuing: "Rather, it's your mindset that doesn't align with teor City."
Since you are sick or injured, you have to stay in the hospital until you recover?
Such notions didn't apply in teor City, especially under constrained circumstances. In this place, preparing for the worst was the norm.
The church is a place for treatnt and also a place for collecting corpses.
Making the best use of everything is one of the principles of teor City, so even a corpse will be squeezed out of its value.
In a place like this, one couldn't expect divine intervention. They can only rely on themselves for survival...
Law felt that he and Chrollo was not on the sa channel. He also knew that teor City was unique, and Machi had hoped that he could adapt to this place as soon as possible.
However, Law will not adapt to teor City. He had his own ideals and ways of doing things.
His previous thought of making the world adapt to himself wasn't rely a pipe dream.
"Help get in contact with the Elder. If there's sothing he wanted for his collection, I can evaluate it. I may not know everything, but I'm confident in distinguishing genuine items from fakes." Law didn't want to get entangled in aningless conversations and went straight to the point.
Chrollo's lips curled slightly and he said calmly: "The Elder is already aware of your appraisal skill and so you don't need to help you. But it's late April now, and until September, the Elder won't acquire any new items."
"What do you an?" Law asked with a frown.
"The Yorknew Auction." Chrollo said.
Law's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew about the Yorknew auction.
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