Chapter 23: Valerius

Emerich, clutching 30 Crowns, turned several corners and came to a bar.

Yes, even in the Underhive, there are leisure places like bars, of course, most of them have close ties with gangs.

The boy naturally wouldn't enter from the front door; for someone with his identity

The backyard was filled with corpses that had been played to the point of being unrecognizable, basically all girls, generally very young.

"Yo, isn't this Emerich?"

A gang member in the backyard, with crossed white bones tattooed on his arm, saw the boy come in and grinned: "It's not work time yet; could it be that you've thought it through?"

"No, it's not, Lord Bali." Emerich lowered his head humbly and didn't look at those corpses.

He had a job; every once in a while, he would come to this bar controlled by the 'Skeleton' Gang to transport the corpses of girls who had been sent to big shots to be played to death, and send them to the Corpse Guild.

The pay for this job is not high, and it can only be exchanged for supplies enough for one person to be half-full.

"I said long ago, as long as you sell your younger sister to Lord Luke, you won't have to live so hard." Bali squeezed out a lewd smile, patted the boy's thin shoulders, and educated him with the tone of someone who had been there: "At that time, I will say a few good words for you; maybe it can make you an official member of the 'Skeleton'."

Emerich didn't make a sound, but the head he lowered had flames of anger surging in his eyes.

"Really boring, always like a dead person."

Bali sneered, used to this guy, and said boringly: "Let's see how long you can hold on, hum hum."

"Lord Bali, I, I am here to buy nutrient solution." Seeing that the other party didn't continue the topic, Emerich felt relieved in his heart and hurriedly stated his purpose.

"Hmm? Buy nutrient solution?" Bali was a bit surprised, looked Emerich up and down, and said suspiciously: "Where did you get the money, kid? Do you know how many Crowns nutrient solution is?"

"I, I have money, Lord Bali." Emerich took out three coins, with a face value of 10 Crowns each.

Bali narrowed his eyes, took the 30 Crowns from the boy's hand, pretended to ask sternly: "Where did you get this money? Give me an honest account!"

"Lord Bali, I picked it up from a dead scavenger." Before coming, Emerich had thought of an excuse.

Picking it up from a dead scavenger is not a strange thing; at most, his luck is relatively good.

"Hmm..."

Bali really didn't doubt it, his eyeballs turned, and he grinned: "Kid, good luck; where did you pick it up? Next time take me to make a fortune?"

Emerich scratched his head innocently: "Okay, Lord Bali, but I don't know if I can meet it again, he he he."

"Wait here."

Bali left a sentence and turned into the bar.

Not long after, he came out again and threw two tubes of nutrient solution over: "Here, the nutrient solution you want, hold it well."

"Two, two tubes?" Emerich widened his eyes and said anxiously: "Lord Bali, it should be three, three tubes!"

"Three tubes? That was before."

Bali sneered and put on a helpless look: "My price here is 15 Crowns a tube; take it or leave it."

"Then, then give me back the money, I'll go buy it elsewhere!" Emerich plucked up the courage and begged humbly: "Is that okay? Lord Bali."

"Go to your mother, little stutterer!"

Unexpectedly, Bali raised his eyebrows and suddenly became furious, directly punching Emerich in the face.

Emerich was knocked to the ground by a punch, his head was dizzy, but Bali rushed up again, kicked him hard in the abdomen, and stepped on him from time to time, cursing: "I gave you face? Dare to ask me for money; just two tubes, you f*** take it or leave it!"

Seeming to be beaten all year round, Emerich curled his body for the first time, protected his internal organs and head, and silently endured Bali's violent beating.

A moment later, Bali seemed tired of beating, looked at Emerich, who was curled into a ball and shivering, with disdain, and spat directly: "Get lost, I'm in a good mood today, I won't count it against you."

Emerich silently bowed his body, supported the wall, and left the bar backyard step by step.

He knew very well, where was there any price increase?

It was simply Bali seeing money and secretly deducting 10 Crowns.

In the boy's eyes, the anger became more and more vigorous, but he desperately gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound!

He didn't dare to offend Bali, because the other party was an official member of the 'Skeleton'; if he wanted to mix in this area, he had to listen to the other party.

Unless one day, he could become a senior member of the 'Skeleton', then he would have a chance to take revenge!

Emerich carefully wiped his hands clean, respectfully held the two tubes of nutrient solution, and handed them to Alvin.

The boy was very nervous, so much so that his eyes were full of self-blame, and he stammered: "So, sorry, they said... the price went up, 30 Crowns can only exchange for two tubes of nutrient solution."

Alvin stared at the boy's face; there was a bruise on it, obviously beaten.

He wasn't without experience in similar things; after thinking about it, he roughly guessed the reason and sighed silently in his heart.

Damn gang, no matter where it is, it's the same... if only they could die out!

Emerich thought he didn't believe it, stammered, and was a bit anxious: "I, I didn't lie to you, it's true."

"I know." Alvin lowered his eyes and pushed the two tubes of nutrient solution back: "Given to you, don't give it to me."

"That, how can that be?" Emerich seemed to be in a hurry, and he stammered: "You, you, you helped us a lot, I, and Chris can't..."

"Let you hold it, hold it, less nonsense."

Alvin interrupted the boy, his tone was quite tough, and he said coldly: "I don't lack nutrient solution, understand?"

"Tha, thank you!"

Although the attitude was very bad, Emerich knew that the other party was a good person.

"No need."

Alvin turned his head coldly.

He had already helped as much as he could, and the rest... he was powerless and could only rely on themselves.

The atmosphere in the alley fell into silence again.

Emerich curled up in the corner again, looking at Alvin from time to time, looking like he wanted to say something but stopped.

After the five senses were amplified by psionics, he could clearly feel that he was being watched, and Alvin was really helpless: "What else do you have?"

"I, I want to ask your name." Emerich said very softly: "I, don't have any malice, really."

"Why do you want to know my name?"

Alvin didn't think the boy had any malice.

"Because, you saved me and my younger sister, you are a good person!"

Emerich plucked up the courage, his eyes full of innocence and simplicity: "When I grow up, I want to repay your kindness."

After a long silence, Alvin said slowly: "Alvin, my name is Alvin."

"What about your surname?" Emerich tilted his head and asked curiously: "Mr. Alvin, don't you have a surname?"

"Surname... you ask this, it really makes me a bit strange."

Alvin rubbed his brow, his thoughts drifting back to the word his mother repeated before she died.

"Sorry, Mr. Alvin, I didn't mean it."

Emerich waved his hand in a panic, guessing that he had touched the other party's sad thing: "Actually, many people don't have names, right?"

Yeah, there are many people in the Underhive who don't have a 'name' since they were born.

"No, just remembered a little thing."

Alvin smiled and shook his head, his eyes moved, and he murmured: "My name is 'Alvin Valerius'."

Valerius is his father's surname.

Of course, since the day he was born, he had never seen that cheap father, who was likely to have died in some garbage dump in the Underhive. ===== CHAPTER 24 =====