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Paknoda had also arrived at the scene earlier.
The four of them settled down here first.
“Matchie told me that she has already disembarked from the airship and is on her way here.”
“Finks has also contacted me. He and Feitan have entered the city and will be heading here soon…”
The knight-errant remarked, "Neither Uvogin nor Nobunaga have contacted me."
"However, I think those two are the ones who need to worry about time the least."
Everyone in the Phantom Troupe knows that Uvogin is the most punctual person.
It's not the agreed date yet, and Uvogin will definitely arrive before the last minute.
"As for Franklin..."
"I am coming."
Before the knight could finish reporting to Mog, Franklin's signature deep, resonant voice rang out from the entrance.
His increasingly robust and muscular figure entered first.
Then, behind him stood the man with the peeling skin, his body wrapped in bandages, his face peeking out with curious eyes.
"Is this the new member you mentioned to us before?"
The chivalrous man's equally curious gaze fell upon the man who had peeled away, scrutinizing him from head to toe.
And then~~~
“Finx will definitely have something in common with him.”
The knight-errant stripped away the man's clothes and came to the same conclusion as Franklin had given him.
Paknoda, who was standing next to her, nodded in agreement.
"The Juddon people..."
Kuroro also slightly closed the book in his hand, looked at the bandages peeled off Ripper's body, and his eyes flickered slightly.
The unique upbringing methods used by the Jutundu tribe, the physical damage inflicted upon them from childhood, the inhuman torture they endure, and the resulting physical deformities...
In Kuroro's view, this was the perfect [Constraint and Oath].
The unique characteristics of this ethnic group, resulting in a harsh lifestyle from childhood, are practically the best kind of constraint imposed on them in advance to cultivate their powerful abilities.
The ability gained in exchange for this kind of constraint is absolutely incredibly powerful.
Even Chrollo couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity; what if this Judont man possessed Nen...?
What incredible Nen abilities they must be able to develop...
"Are you the Peeling Ripper?"
Mog received the message from Franklin on his way here.
"I heard it was Elder Babagra who introduced us, and Franklin has already done a preliminary examination for us..."
Mog looked at the tall, two-meter-tall, peeling man and said:
"Franklin was very pleased with you, so he asked me to bring you over."
"Of course I have no objection to this, and besides..."
Mog glanced at Franklin again and said with a smile, "He also said he wanted me to come and take a look to confirm."
"However, in my opinion, this is no longer necessary."
"Since Franklin says you have no problem, then you naturally have no problem."
"Welcome to the Phantom Troupe."
Mog's direct confirmation of joining the group surprised the Peeling Ripper, who had been silent and observing Mog.
"Was it really that simple and casual that I was allowed to join?!"
Peeling Rift asked in disbelief, "Isn't there any other kind of entrance exam or anything?!"
"Didn't Franklin already do all that for us?"
Moghun said nonchalantly, "Even Franklin approves of you, so naturally we have no objections."
"That's right~~~"
The knight and Paknoda both nodded in agreement.
There were no problems, including with Kuroro.
The character, sense of responsibility, and serious attitude of the elder brother Franklin.
The entire Phantom Troupe is something everyone can see for themselves.
If he says there's no problem, then there really isn't a problem.
"It was so easy..."
Peeling back the bandages from Liefu's eyes, he stared blankly.
To be honest, he passed Franklin's test 3.2 when he followed Franklin from Meteor City to this side.
I also heard some of Franklin's accounts of the Phantom Troupe's basic information.
The most powerful among them is none other than the leader of their entire Phantom Troupe.
Even on the road, Franklin restrained his emotions.
However, Peeling Ripper could still hear the undisguised admiration for their commander in his words.
Upon arriving here, everyone present came into view of Peeling Ripper.
At first, he subconsciously thought that the man sitting on the stone steps, holding an ancient book, with a cross mark on his forehead, was the leader of the Phantom Troupe.
After all, his demeanor unconsciously gave people the impression that he had the qualities of a leader and was the head of a team.
But later, Peeling Rift also noticed that other people's attention was mostly focused on that seemingly ordinary man.
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Franklin had told the Phantom Troupe that their Phantom Troupe was essentially a "dual-king system," with two leaders, a captain and a vice-captain.
However, what he didn't expect was that the man who seemed to have more of a leadership presence was actually just the deputy regimental commander.
Because the first person Franklin saw when he walked in was that ordinary-looking man.
Then, when the man spoke to him.
It was only then that Peeling Rift realized that he was the true leader of the Phantom Troupe.
"The deputy commander has a strong presence, but the commander doesn't attract much attention, does he?"
This was the first impression that Borohir had after his initial encounter with the Phantom Troupe.
He didn't know much about the structure of the Phantom Troupe.
Moreover, not only him, but many other forces in the outside world had never even heard of the Phantom Troupe.
Most of the rumors about them circulate within Meteor City itself.
However, there are at least three or four versions of rumors that Peeling Ripper has heard since he arrived here.
It is clear that the Phantom Troupe is still very mysterious and unknown to outsiders.
He had originally come here with Franklin hoping to get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg.
After witnessing it firsthand, it certainly broadened his horizons.
However, this was somewhat different from what he had imagined the Phantom Troupe and their leader to be.
"Everyone was so young, like a bunch of little kids playing house."
Peeling Rift felt a slight disappointment.
This was in stark contrast to his imagined image of an incredibly powerful warrior and a strongman.
The difference is definitely quite significant.
"However, the fact that they trusted their companions so much that they immediately let me join without any doubt shows a truly open-minded attitude..."
Even the most ruthless and estranged men have to admit it.
Franklin accepted himself easily simply because his test results were normal.
His trust in his companions and his open-mindedness were things he greatly admired.
In terms of personal charisma, this young man certainly lives up to his title as the leader of the Phantom Troupe...
"By the way, I recently acquired some nice little gadgets, do you want them?"
As Peeling Ripper pondered, Mog's voice continued to ring out.
Then, he looked up and saw Mog take out some things with his backhand.
Peeling Rift: "???"
The eyes beneath the bandages widened slightly.
"Our leader is a very talented inventor."
Franklin, who was standing next to him, chimed in at the opportune moment, explaining, "He always manages to come up with a lot of interesting inventions that are very convenient for our operations."
An inventor?!
As a pure combatant, Peeling Ripper felt that this profession was so foreign to him.
However, this did not stop him from instinctively taking the items that Mog handed him.
Those were a pair of very peculiar-looking boxing gloves.
"I don't need it."
The swordsman waved his hand and said, "I don't like fighting with my fists."
The same goes for Paknoda; Kuroro accepted it.
On the one hand, having novel and powerful equipment is much better than having none at all.
You never know when you might need it.
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