Chapter 22: Emerich and Chris

In the blink of an eye, the two thugs of the Skeleton Gang had their throats twisted.

An Epsilon-level psyker, unless encountering a regular army head-on, is almost a 'demon'-like existence to ordinary people!

Of course, before officially taking action, he didn't forget to destroy the surveillance.

"Toast not eating, eating punishment."

Alvin sneered, searched a few dozen Crowns from the bodies of these two scum.

Putting the few dozen Crowns into his pocket and taking back the nutrient solution, he stepped straight into the South District, the territory under the jurisdiction of the Skeleton Gang.

The Underhive areas basically don't have much difference; they all look the same; in the dirty alleys full of sewage and radiation waste gas, you can see corpses starved to death everywhere, as well as hopeless, skinny scavengers, whose movements are as slow and stiff as zombies.

Alvin knows that the reason for doing this is to save as much physical strength as possible and avoid consumption.

In his predecessor's memory, ever since his mother died of illness, he often did this, struggling to maintain the days of eating three meals every three days.

Alvin, who had changed his outfit again, found a dirty alley with almost no one: "It shouldn't be discovered here; hide for a few days, wait for Tuck's side."

Tightening his loose, ill-fitting robe, he lowered his head and walked into the alley.

The siblings were curled up in the dirty alley; for the 'outsider' who suddenly appeared, the slightly older boy suddenly raised his head.

On that dirty face, a look of nervousness was revealed.

Mixed with ferocity and vigilance in his eyes, it was like a beast defending its territory, staring dead at Alvin who broke in.

"I have no malice."

He lowered his voice and said in a hoarse tone: "I won't disturb you, and I won't go over."

After saying that, Alvin didn't explain anymore and curled up in the corner of the alley; the wide robe could completely block his figure.

Although he was still a few meters away from the siblings, the vigilance in the boy's eyes still didn't relax.

Alvin knew the reason for the other party's vigilance.

Many times, in the eyes of the Underhive scum, the scope of food... is very large!

Especially for a boy like this, just living was already trying his best, let alone bringing a girl?

You must know that in the eyes of some scum in the Underhive, such a combination is equivalent to... spare food!

In Alvin's memory, he had also appeared several times when he was a child, almost starved to death, and had the experience of being eaten by some scum.

The Underhive has never been a greenhouse; it is a place more cruel than the forest!

And what is funny is that in such a cruel environment, looking at the entire Warhammer universe, the millions of planets under the rule of the Imperium of Man are already considered relatively good.

If there is hell, then congratulations... this is it!

Under the cover of the hood, Alvin observed the siblings, who were obviously hungry for a long time.

Both of them were basically left with only skin and bones, without any extra muscle; the girl held in the boy's arms had not eaten for a long time, and her breathing was light and weak.

Hesitating for half a second, Alvin finally threw the nutrient solution in his arms over.

He comforted himself in his heart that it was just the 'rent' for staying temporarily, and besides, this thing was not that valuable to him now.

He couldn't just watch the two of them starve to death and ignore it, right?

He is scum, but at least within his ability, and without harming his own interests, helping this pair of siblings is still fine.

The boy stared at the nutrient solution thrown over, revealing a look of hesitation on his face.

He was very hungry, his eyes were full of bloodshot, but looking at the nutrient solution close at hand, he restrained that desire and stared at Alvin vigilantly.

In the harsh environment of the Underhive, there is rarely kindness for no reason.

"Eat."

Alvin appreciated the child's calmness and said in a hoarse voice: "That child is about to starve to death."

"Tha... thank you..."

The boy confirmed several times that the freak in the alley had no malice, and then carefully picked up the nutrient solution.

He unscrewed the cap of the nutrient solution, looked at the milky white nutrient porridge, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and although he was very hungry himself, he still gently brought the nutrient solution to the girl's lips.

Careful, gentle squeezing, transporting the milky white nutrient porridge into the girl's mouth.

The unconscious girl swallowed greedily, and soon ate a tube of nutrient solution; her pale face improved slightly, and a touch of ruddiness appeared.

Until the younger sister finished eating, it was the boy's turn.

Rolling slowly from the bottom of the nutrient solution, not letting go of a little bit of nutrient porridge, trying hard to lick the trace amounts of milky white thick liquid remaining.

Looking at the boy's actions, Alvin felt as if a stone was blocked in his heart, heavy, and he couldn't speak.

"You, what are your names?"

He asked a question on a whim.

"Emerich."

Seeming to be because of the nutrient solution, the boy's vigilance was not so heavy, and he said softly: "My name is Emerich, she is my younger sister, named Chris."

"Oh."

Alvin fell silent, his mind was very messy, and he didn't know how to continue.

"Thank you, if it weren't for you, my younger sister... might have starved to death." The boy lowered his head, looked pitifully at the younger sister in his arms, and thanked him sincerely again.

"You, aren't you hungry?"

Alvin opened his mouth, but found he could only ask this nonsense.

How could he not be hungry?

Such a tube of nutrient solution, in the case of eating sparingly, can indeed provide an adult for seven days.

But, at the end of the day, it can only satisfy one person.

"It's okay, my body is very good, not easy to get sick!"

A smile appeared on Emerich's dirty face.

Yeah, body is good, not easy to get sick, so... more able to endure hunger, right?

Alvin was inexplicably irritable; reason told him that there were too many such situations, and even if he had the heart to manage, how many people could he help?

Moreover, he himself is not safe now, where does he have the ability to help others?

But, the emotional side, or the slight sense of morality left over from his previous life, made him unable to turn a blind eye.

The collision of sensibility and rationality was like two little people arguing in his mind!

'You can help them for a while, can you help them for a lifetime?'

'But you clearly have the ability to help them!'

'Hypocritical! Hypocritical! What do you think you are? A savior?'

'No, I am just... an ordinary person!'

The confrontation ended, and Alvin couldn't bear to see the Emerich siblings, who had the same experience as him but were more difficult, starve to death.

Forget it, just treat it as repaying the scavenger who saved him back then.

Once when he was about to starve to death, a kind lame scavenger gave him the last ration, but he himself starved to death.

Because he had received help, Alvin chose to help this pair of poor siblings.

He sighed, took out 30 Crowns of coins, and threw them over: "Take it to buy three portions of nutrient porridge; it should be enough for you to live for a while."

30 Crowns, in the eyes of many scavengers in the Underhive, is a considerable amount of funds.

Emerich widened his eyes, revealing an unbelievable expression, and stammered: "You... you... really give it all to me?"

"Don't misunderstand, it's not convenient for me to go out."

Alvin found an excuse for himself and said: "Three portions of nutrient porridge, including my share, understand?"

"Un, understand, thank you!"

Emerich picked up the three coins and looked at him nervously: "I, I will never tell anyone that you are here!"

"Hmm."

Alvin responded softly.

In fact, he didn't care whether Emerich would tell others his whereabouts.

There are many people taking refuge in the Underhive; even if Emerich tells it, the Skeleton Gang will not suspect him in the first place.

Moreover, in the surveillance, he was wearing a robe, and his face was blocked by a hood; this kind of dress is not too common in the Underhive and cannot be considered a feature at all.

"Pl, please, help me look after my younger sister."

Emerich gritted his teeth, hesitated, and gently placed the younger sister in his arms in the alley.

This kid... is unexpectedly a bit smart!

Alvin was a bit surprised; how could he not see that the kid leaving his younger sister behind was a 'guarantee' that he would not leak his tracks.

Moreover, a child using Crowns to buy nutrient porridge ultimately has the risk of being targeted.

Leaving his younger sister behind can both show his 'determination' and avoid danger, which is simply killing two birds with one stone! ===== CHAPTER 23 =====