Two deals later, it seems like both boys had offered the same thing.

Raphael found it humorous when Gon and himself, re-joined with the others. Both boys had somehow come to the same conclusion, without necessarily speaking to the other. They both had offered to buy lunch for the two that assisted them, one less than the other, with their deal on the wooden trove.

When Gon told Killua about the deal, Killua was shocked.

He followed his friend's comment by saying he had offered the same deal to Zephile.

So here they were now, a banquet between them, each picking whatever they want from the multiple choices of dishes.

Killua and Gon were sitting on one side, while Raphael and Zephile were stuck together, the man's bag between them.

Raphael was forced into a corner, which he didn't really, mind. Here's pretty much, here for a free meal since he had no way of getting out of it. It was Gon's deal, plus the boy wanted to ask him questions… maybe after, he shovels food down his mouth like he had been starving for days.

"So, Zephile-San…" Gon eventually spoke up, no longer shovelling food down his mouth. The man perked up, "I feel bad, so we'll pay your original fee."

Killua was in the middle of chewing his food, choking once he heard his friend offering to pay the fee. Why did Gon have to be like this, when Zephile had already agreed to the deal for a free lunch instead, "Why are you offering that again when he had already agreed to this? What are you going to offer Raphael-San, the same kind of deal?"

Raphael had barely reacted to their conversation until he heard his name being uttered. He wants no kind of deal on top of what was already being offered.

"Just Raphael. I'm not going to accept anything on top of this Killua, so hopefully Gon understands that too. Besides, I'm not that much older than you…" The teen hadn't looked up his entire statement, eyes still focused on what was on his plate.

Killua snorted, "How much older?"

"Thirteen…" He found himself looking up, his gaze meeting the younger boy's "Turning fourteen next month."

"So, two years, technically one and a half."

"Sounds about right…" The teen hummed in agreement, still eating food between every line.

Now that the conversation had quieted down, the man took the opportunity to cut into the exchange. He wasn't about to accept another deal on top of this one, given that Raphael had already rejected all offers. Zephile accepting any kind of payment would be considered selfish. With a sigh, the man stopped Gon "No, really… it's okay."

Gon visibly deflated, slumping back into his chair.

Everyone was silent, neither one prepared to continue any kind of questioning.

It took a while, most of the plates having been cleared of food before any form of discussion continued "How about a different deal…" Zephile once more piped up, "Instead of payment, I want to ask you something. What tipped you off to bid on these items?"

The two boys looked at each other, Gon the one "You think it's okay to tell him the truth?"

Raphael now looked up, a frown forming "If you have to ask… it's probably unwise to say anything."

Killua looked at Raphael, a slight glare being sent in his direction. If he was being honest, he'd rather tell the man the truth, than pay any amount of Jenny. Although, the method they found these items… involved Nen, "Well, I think it's safe. It beats playing him if I'm being honest."

"It involves Nen." Gon remarked casually on the well-kept secret in the hunter's world.

Raphael's jaw dropped for a multitude of reasons. First, the fact Gon was willing to utter it so casually in a passing conversation, not once… but twice. The second is the fact the boy continued to explain away the whole premise.

He was taken aback, unable to believe the absurdity of the entire situation.

Yet, he was unable to find a moment to stop it… to force Gon to stop going. Nen is supposed to be a secretive art, not something that everyone should be aware of.

At one point everyone had finished eating, the table finally having been cleared of the empty plates, with only their drinks now remaining.

Raphael now has questions of his own, reasons to press the boys for answers. By the time everything had been said, Raphael could only utter a single word "Seriously…"

"Huh?" Killua raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean? Didn't you learn the same thing?"

"It's supposed to be a secret art, something not everyone knows."

Killua shrugged at the idea. It's not like they were teaching him how to unlock Nen, just the premise, "We only told him the premise, not the method so it should be fine."

Defeated, the teen's face fell into his arms, while he couldn't find away to argue against the idea, she should've put forth some pushback on the idea. However, he didn't have any other points to argue. He supposes as long as Zephile understands just the premise… Zephile learning to unlock Nen on his own, isn't a possibility. Sure, he could stumble across a Nen Master or Trainer after obtaining that knowledge, but to learn and teach yourself Nen, it wasn't possible…

Unless he's a genius and then that would make his talents more innate. He still wouldn't be able to teach himself the whole concept tree, but he'll eventually be able to at least unlock Ten via constant unconscious practice, even if he never learnt what Ten was.

Zephile having thought about the whole premise gave a simple nod to no one in particular, "I see…" His eyes now returned his focus to the three children who all seemed to learn and master the art of Nen to various degrees, "If what you have told me is the truth, that would explain why you brought the statue, having no idea what it was in the first place. So, now brings up the important question" The man leaned forward, his head propped up in his hand, "Why exactly, do you need so much money?"

Now that Raphael thought about the situation, it would make sense. Why bother using Nen to fish for items that can catch a pretty Jenny? Sure, the knife, much like Gon had caught his eyes… but if he had won it, he hadn't planned on selling it back for more.

It's something he would've kept and tried to study. Try to find out who the creator was…

"We can answer that…" Killua raised a hand, silencing the conversation "However, not for free. After that, you have to answer our question."

Raphael butted into the conversation, "I have questions of my own… so why not a round-robin style questioner? We'll go Zephile, Gon, myself then Killua?"

"Huh?!" Killua frowned "That's not very fair for me…"

"It wouldn't be fair if it's Gon, you then me… Plus, Zephile has already asked the first question. It'll be mean to say he goes second or last."

"Killua, I think it's fine…" Gon pressed a reassuring hand to his friend's shoulder, "We should also be allowed to question you too." The boy directed his attention at the teen when he asked the question, a giddy smile, full of expectation, unlike his friend who seemed to bristle at the idea.

Raphael sensed a hint of jealousy coming from Killua, "I wouldn't think otherwise…"

"Everyone in agreement?" Gon asked the table, everyone coming to terms with the situation. Although Killua seemed to be a little bit down since he's forced to be last.

Since Zephile hadn't made any pitch into the new terms, he agreed to the idea "I think that would be fine."

Killua held out his hand, gesturing to no one in particular "There's an item we need to buy at the auction. It's very expensive, so we kind of need a lot of money for it."

"Oh…" Zephile's eyes glistened. What item could they possibly need "Which one is it?"

"Uh, uh…" Killua wiggled his finger at the older man, "It's Gon's turn now." Killua turned to his friend, "You mind if I take this one?"

Gon shook his head "I don't mind…"

Killua pats the box, the one holding the jewellery, "You estimated that this treasure was worth three hundred million, correct? What I want to know… is could we get that much at the trade market?"

"That's an interesting question…" Zephile folded his arms across his chest, thinking about possible scenarios where the kids would ultimately get scammed, even knowing how much the treasure is worth "It might be difficult, given that they deal in hard cash…" The man offered a small frown, "If you were to show up with the items abruptly, you'll definitely, get short-changed, ripped off from a decent or good deal."

"Damn…" Killua's expression fell.

Raphael interrupted Killua's sour mood, "Given that you know Nen, it's safe to assume both of you are Hunters?"

"I am!" As the man's eyebrow was raised at the news, Gon pointed at himself, giddy about the question "We completed the exam this year…"

"That would explain your Nen…"

"Huh?!" Killua twitched; anger evident on his face. He wanted to shut this smug teen up, "Like you're any better!"

"You know it's Gon's question now?"

Killua turned to Gon, "I'm going again…"

Gon frowned, "Killua… that's not fair. Let me have a turn."

Killua crawled into himself, pouting from the rejection. I wasn't going to lambast him… I was only going to pry him for an actual response.

"I know you didn't mean to be rude," Gon returned his attention to the teen. He was upset at the treatment he was receiving, but given the circumstances, Raphael might have not intended to be rude about it. He was merely stating a fact which would be obvious he has had way more training than they had.

Plus, Raphael comes off as being more versed in Nen if he was trying to hide his presence from someone like Killua "but it came off as such."

"My apologies…" Raphael leaned back, sincerely upset with the situation. His accusation wasn't meant to come off as derogatory, "I didn't mean to come off as mean." He was trying to merely acknowledge the boy's state of aura, how it was strong, while also being weak.

It was something that came with experience, which the two seemed to lack at the moment.

"It's fine…" Gon opted to smile instead, rather than continue to remain upset at someone who apologised, "What did you mean by our Nen?"

"I can tell from a glance you're strong… but your aura temperament is… not lacking per se, it's unrefined. To me, you're newish and given that you completed the secret exam most likely a few months ago, I wouldn't be surprised. It takes years of practice."

"Then when did you do the exam?"

Raphael pointed at Zephile, "His turn now…"

"Thank you," The man offered a smile at the teens. He found himself eventually turning to face the boy across the table, "I guess I'll repeat my earlier question. What is the item you need at the auction?"

"A game called Greed Island," Killua uttered casually in response to the question.

Had the teen been drinking, he most likely would've choked on his drink… or at least spat it out. He hoped none of them saw his reaction. Little did he know, blue eyes were scrutinizing his reaction.

"That ridiculously overpriced game? I was hoping for something a little more… entertaining."

Gon gestured to the pot, "We know you won the pot. How much would one of those weird-looking pots sell for?"

"Huh?" Zephile found his eyes lingering on the box, frowning at the question. It wasn't worth anything if he were being honest… it was nothing more than trash, rubbish he wanted off the market "Huh? This thing…" Resting a hand against him, he insulted the pot "It's not even worth the clothes off my back."

"Huh?" The two boys were exasperated by the news. Then why did he keep bidding higher and higher on it?

Killua wanted to press him harder on the question, but with a quick nod of understanding, he passed that question off to Gon. He has a different question for Raphael.

Raphael sat back up, "I'm curious to know about your categories… but I don't think this is an appropriate conversation for here." He instead points a finger at Killua, "Since you didn't say anything, I'm going to assume you're not a Hunter, yet." He then turns to Gon "So, I'll instead ask you this… what type of Hunter are you?"

"A Pro Hunter!"

Raphael snorts at the idea, chuckling loudly "You're Rookie Hunters at best."

Killua fires back, "Oh, yeah… Like you're any better, Mr High and Mighty."

"I am… if only a little in terms of training. For your information, the question I meant is what type, of Hunter are you? I'm a Lost Information Hunter for example. I try to gather details of stuff that's impossible to find. I don't bother with baseless rumours. I dig into the nitty gritty and hunt down the truth until I find that last clue that leads me to my goal."

As Killua's eye twitches in annoyance, Gon hums over the information, his hums getting louder until eventually he sticks up a finger, "I'm an Adventure Hunter then!"

Raphael falls back, only to slap a hand across his forehead, groaning rather loudly at Gon's intense sincerity. He would've found the whole thing laughable, if it weren't for the fact that, that type of Hunter doesn't exist. Not in terms of an end goal. Most specialise in a specific category, with a few or more branching into multiple types.

He knows his father is a Blacklist Hunter, but he also knows at one point… he used to be considered a Jackpot Hunter. He needed money for a good cause, a way to save enough money to buy the orphanage he lived at out of debt.

Killua prodded the teen, now smiling from how frustrated Raphael had gotten from the answer "He's got you there…"

"No, he doesn't. So, wipe that Cheshire grin off your face." When Killua pouted, Raphael pointed a finger at Gon, "Every road is an adventure until your end goal. A hunter is always seeking a specific goal… Mine is to search for knowledge that others do not have. Yours is…?"

"Then, I guess…" Gon murmurs loudly, "I'm a Hide-and-Seek Hunter."

"You mean a Lost Hunter…?"

"Yeah, that!"

Why did Gon have to be so basic at times like these? The question now is, how does he probe for more details "What exactly have you lost?"

"Sorry, but I get a question now." Killua interrupted the boy, "I have one for you and it's about Greed Island. You reacted, why?"

"For one… I know it's expensive." Raphael tried to easily dismiss the question, but Killua wasn't having any of it. He wasn't about to say he has access to the game, since he has only been given permission. So, he needed to make up a white lie, "I know that multiple copies are being brought out by the same guy, and he's rich as hell… so you might be in a pickle when it comes to getting a copy."

"Do you know who?" Gon asked eagerly.

"I know his name… but I don't have direct contact, unfortunately. His name is Battera."

Raphael held a finger out to Zephile, "Is it okay if he gets another question? I think his eagerness got the better of him, so he ended up wasting his on me."

"Sure, it was supposed to be my turn anyways. Why would you want to purchase a ridiculously expensive game? Last time I checked, the game was worth six billion."

"The asking price is eight point nine billion."

Raphael interjects, "With a billionaire involved, it's bound to skyrocket in price."

Killua frowned at the news, a thumb now being gestured to Gon's direction, "We're looking for his father, Greed Island is that clue…"

A clue to Gon's father's whereabouts, is in the game I'm now playing huh…? "Don't suppose you could tell me the clue."

Killua frowned, "No can do. It's our turn to ask that question."

Gon broached the question they were both thinking "Why did you choose that pot then?" Killua continued for his friend, "If you knew it was worth junk, but the wooden trove was the real deal… why, go for the pot then?"

"That's the problem…" Zephile ran a thumb over his prize, "I made this pot?"

"So, you're a crafter as well…" Raphael was quick to join in, "and a Pro-Appraiser?"

"Not really." Zephile sighed, "Here's the thing. It wasn't an original work, but rather… a replica." Turning to the pot, the man unwrapped it. Carefully, he placed it on the table, the man continued to look at his previous work not with disgust, but rather sadness. To him, it wasn't a good replica "It was a counterfeit I created. You see when I was dead broke, this was my method to make Jenny. Once I became an appraiser and began earning money that way, I stopped making counterfeits…"

Looking once more at his creation, his expression faltered, looking rather glum at his prize "Now whenever I see one of my creations floating around in the market, their shoddy design… I try to buy them so that they're off the market."

"How much would a real one cost?"

Raphael interjected, "I already gave you guys a lifeline. My turn now." Killua's eye twitched from the reaction, yet the teen didn't care. He pointed a finger at Gon, "What was the clue he left behind?"

"A clue to his location. A memory card for Greed Island, and a ring."

That's no good… if the ring is what I think it is, it's pretty useless to me, "Have you tried checking the local convenience store, instead? He probably went out for a box of ciggies…"

Killua snorts loudly, understanding the reference immediately. He eventually breaks down into laughter as Gon blinks owlishly, "I don't understand…"

"Gon…" Killua tries to calm down his laughter, eyes brimming with tears, "He's making an age-old reference…" Shifting his eyes, he drew his attention to the older boy, "You're saying his dad left him for good, that he doesn't want to be found…"

"But why ciggies?" Gon interjected, rather confused at what Raphael and Killua were going on about "What exactly are ciggies?"

"Sorry, it was a slip of my tongue. It's slang from back home. It means cigarettes."

"I don't think he smokes. At least… I don't think he does."

This makes Killua cracks up even louder, "Gon, that's not the point… He's saying if he doesn't want to be found, he won't be found…"

"No!" Gon pouts. He brought his hands up, slapping the table out of annoyance, rather than anger. He didn't want a joke… he wanted answers "I want to know why he left me. Not some joke response… I want to understand why he became a hunter, and why being one was way more important than caring for me. I want to find Ging…"

Raphael ignored everything. The obvious hurt, the jokes that led up to that scenario. The fact if he was put in Gon's shoes, knowing who his father was and how he deeply cared about his wellbeing in his toddler years right up to his early teens… He could only imagine what it was like to feel deprived of that type of fatherly affection he was freely given.

But the thing his mind couldn't stop focusing on was one word… Ging. "Ging…" Raphael froze at the news, "Ging… as in Ging Freecss?" Wait, there's not gonna be any other Gings… that's a very unusual name.

"That's the one!" Gon beams brightly once more.

Raphael fell back in his chair, unable to believe his eyes and ears. The person looking for the legendary Pro Hunter is none other than his son. The teen's expression eventually hardened "Give up…"

"Huh, why…"

"I enlisted a very influential Nen hacker… We teamed up and tried to crack the Hunter database that held his private information. You know what we saw when he broke past the first firewall… a boundless world of firewalls… His details are so protected, I wouldn't be surprised if there are hundreds of firewalls just for the letter 'G' in his name… and I'm talking one instance of his name."

The teen fell back into his chair, still in disbelief that Gon would even attempt to find someone like that, whose details were so secretive, not even a Nen hacker would be able to bypass all his protections "He's so hidden, you'd be lucky to find a single clue about him, other than what everyone already knows." He's powerful… Elusive… and a Ruins Hunter…

"But I do have a clue… the ring and memory card…"

If Gon and Killua want to try to find Ging with the clue they have at their disposal, so be it. He's not going to try to stop them. He's only trying to point out the rather absurd difficulty of the goal Gon has ahead of him "I'm just letting you know if it's a clue from him, it's probably a dead end…"

Gon frowned, "Well, even if it's a dead end, I'm still going to keep looking!"

Raphael found himself smiling at the news, "Then…" Looking up, he met the boy's fiery, unrelenting gaze, "I wish you luck because it's not going to be easy."

Gon beamed brightly, even having been insulted before having been wished luck. He was being genuine, he could tell that much because even with his jabs, a part of him reminded him of Killua. Although, he was much closer to his friend, than he was with Raphael, "Thank you."

Killua pointed a finger at Zephile, "It's my turn. How much would that piece of junk sell for?"

"Sorry, but I stood by and listened as you asked each other multiple questions. I get a turn now. What does everyone know about Ging? What exactly does he do…?"

"He's a Pro Hunter!"

"Understatement of the year…" Raphael interjects dryly.

"Huh?!" Killua bristles, "Like you would know more."

"I know as much as you…" Raphael pouted, "The only difference I'd say is he has connections, powerful ones at that… and he's a Ruins Hunter."

Killua grunted in annoyance, somewhat pouty at the clarification. They already knew that, given how difficult he would be to find in the first place. Since the main topic had already been settled, pressing for more information about Ging or Greed Island from Raphael would be pointless.

So instead, he focused on Zephile, "Again, but how much would a real one cost?"

"Forty to fifty thousand…" Zephile dismissed, not wanting to talk about his previous job before becoming an appraiser. He disliked bringing up that part of his history, nor did he like to acknowledge how much he made by making cheap knock-offs of the real thing that somehow manage to convince a few Pro-Appraisers.

Having crossed his arms, the man thought about the situation. Pro Hunters are quite infamous for their work… He knows of a few Pro Hunter appraisers, not personally, but he knows of their existence.

Ging is Gon's dad, which happens to be a Pro Hunter. His son seems to be following in his footsteps… maybe he too should follow in Gon's "A Pro Hunter, huh… I know of a few in the antique world and suffice it to say… none of them is normal in the slightest. And going by Raphael's information, I'd say you're in for a rough ride when it comes to finding Ging. How, do you two, plan on finding him alone?"

"I'm a Pro Hunter! I'll find him no matter what."

"A Rookie Hunter… remember." Raphael was quick to interject, "Though given what I've seen so far, it won't be long before I'd have to call you a Pro Hunter."

Gon gave a wide smile. At least now, the teen was willing to consider the option, even if he was still adamant about calling them Rookie Hunters.

"Seriously…" Zephile feels a little bit disappointed at the news. He was hoping for some grand plan, an obscure fact other than the clues they already have at their disposal. But given that Gon stated, even if it was a dead end, he was willing to keep going no matter what.

He supposes Raphael had already brought up this information in an earlier question. But still, hearing it from the boy's mouth is quite a shocking revelation. Technically, he's at a table with two Hunters, but still… what exactly does he do with this information?

Raphael interrupts the boy, "I've got a serious question for you…" He leans forward, now smirking at Killua, "I've seen you bristle. Get annoyed. Pout, among other things… I just gotta know…" The teen thinks about asking if they're a couple, but stops short. He wouldn't want to out someone. If they're not coming out, there's either a legitimate reason not to do so… or maybe he's just misunderstanding their very close bond, "I gotta ask… are you jealous that Gon is trying to befriend me?"

When Killua turns into a sputtering mess, it confirms his suspicion, "You don't have to worry."

"Huh?" Killua freezes at the statement, his eyes now turning to his friend who's openly staring at the guy.

"I don't think Killua is jealous."

"Are you sure about that, Gon…" Raphael remarks with a teasing lilt. He cheekily smiled at the boy who was now flabbergasted by the situation.

"I would never…" Killua stutters from the accusation. He can't believe Raphael would accuse him of trying to stop Gon from doing anything he wants to do "Gon is free to make other friends."

"But would you share them with him? As in a friend of his, is a friend of yours?"

"Of course…" Killua paused, "Why wouldn't I? We already share two friends."

"Well…" Gon interrupts the two boys fighting over his friendship to some degree, "I may make other friends, but Killua will always be my number one, best friend."

Killua short-circuited by the revelation; face as ripe as a tomato. He hid his face behind his bangs, uttering what Raphael could only assume was a remark about Gon's cheesy stupidity.

Still, the genuineness of Gon's words made him smile. He'd kill to have a friendship like Killua did with Gon, a bond that the two got along with each other so well, even if there's some teasing involved between the two.

Raphael held out his hand, "Gon pass me your phone. I'll put my number in it."

"Huh, why his phone and not yours…?"

The boy turned to Killua, a neutral expression now gracing his face "Because I'm going to leave it up to Gon. If he wants to pursue a friendship of information… I'll be willing to leave it in his hands."

Gon eagerly handed his phone over, Raphael now holding the tiny beetle in his hand "What a cute phone." Entering his number, he handed it back to Gon, "If you need assistance, feel free to reach out-" The teen stopped when he heard his phone chime, "Sorry… one second."

Pulling out his phone, he saw a message from an unknown number.

I would like to be friends! =)

Raphael looked from his phone back to Gon, seeing the boy smiling brightly. The teen sighed, "You didn't have to message me immediately… not while I'm still right here." The boy shook his head in bemusement. He wasn't expecting that, to see Gon message him the moment he gets his number, that he wants to be friends, "Well, I guess I'll have to keep an eye out for your messages, Gon."

Saving the boy's details, he gestured to Killua "Don't suppose you have other questions for me…"

"Yes, I do… Earlier I asked a question. When did you do the exam?"

Raphael drew a thumb across his chin, "The 286th Hunter's Exam. So, one year before yours."

"So, you were one year older than us when you completed the exam…" Killua hummed at the fact. Then he'd be well versed in Nen than we are, by at least by a year. They'll need to be a little bit cautious of Raphael, to not make an enemy out of him.

Gon turned to Zephile once more, "I guess that means it's your turn now."

Zephile thought long and hard about his situation, the predicament he's in now "I guess I have only one more question then. How can I assist you?" The shock on the boys' faces said it all, "If you're going to go to the trade market, you're going to need an appraiser. You could even say that with an appraiser, it'll be easy…" He found himself now grinning at the two boys, "to turn a profit. I'll even let you set the price you want to pay me. How about that?"

Raphael heard his phone buzzing once more. The teen was forced to read his new message.

Hey, I'm free, kid. Meet me at these coordinates in about ten minutes.

Raphael entered the coordinates, finding the place within a twenty-minute walk. Looks like it'll be a trial of some sort. Possibly a test. That… or he's strayed pretty far from his original location. He was about to interrupt the conversation, to excuse himself, but Gon's words interrupted his thoughts "I have one last question for you. Why do you want to help us?"

Zephile broke out into a sincere smile, eyes now closed from the question being asked of him. He had a few reasons, but there was one that truly stuck out from the rest. Opening his eyes once more, he looked at the boy, "Because hearing you say that this piece of junk caught your eyes, made me happy."

"It's not a piece of junk!" Gon reaffirmed, eyes now bright, "It definitely, holds a piece of your Nen. Everyone has some aura… but given the fact you've had no training, and that it's incredibly difficult to access means you're incredibly skilled!" The boy brought up his hands, only to bring them back down to the table "It takes a long time of training and concentration, but you managed to use it so effortlessly when it came to making that pot! You have a lot of talent, so don't bring yourself down!"

Gon had been so adamant about the situation, that both Raphael and Zephile considered his next line to cause them whiplash, "It's still a weird pot though…"

Even with the light jab, the man took a moment to take a sip of his coffee, replaying the words in his head. Even if Gon hadn't said that, he was still willing to help the kids. But now that he has, it's cemented the idea that he needs to help them.

He was being praised for work in a part of his past career he looked down upon. He closed his eyes, reminiscing on his history "Hearing that… My eyes don't deceive me. When you've been in my line of work for as long as I have, you tend to start appraising those you work with."

Opening them, he looked at Gon, "I've gotten good at telling who is a better person to work with, able to judge them by their character with ease. It's not just merchandise, but it's sellers and buyers too. Appraising humans is almost impossible when it comes to comparing to my line of work in antiques. When I saw you, I knew that… I wanted to work with you right away. That's my answer. The question is…"

The man gestured a hand to the boys, "What's going to be yours?"

The two agreed, now nodding at one another. Gon shifted his gaze back to the man "We're looking forward to it." The boy then turned to Raphael, "And we want to work with you as well."

Killua frowned slightly, "Zephile was the one that had a long spill with why he wants to work with us, not Raphael."

Raphael opted to hold out a hand, ready to shake on a deal "How about I offer a similar deal? As I said, I'm willing to help with any information seeking. I'll try to pull some strings, and see if I can get in contact with that Battera fellow. How about that?"

"Yeah!" Gon eagerly shook the teen's hand.

"With that, I have to unfortunately leave." Raphael placed a couple of thousands of Jennys on the table, before moving out of his seat. Jumping over Zephile, he turned to the boys one last time "Cya!" With a wave he was out the door, heading towards the coordinates.

Killua vaulted over his friend, moving towards the door. He spotted the teen running up the side of one of the buildings. Grasping onto the roof ledge, Raphael pulled himself up. The moment he was back on his feet, he was gone in seconds, zipping down the rooftops. Shit, he's fast… Looks like there's a lot more to that teen than what he was projecting.

He'd be a good ally, I guess…