Chapter 1003: Demon Child Weight Class (1/2)
”Eventually, I escaped and hid.” Krune smiled as he continued, ”Your end of the deal would be to get me a legal identity and give me a stay here. Simple, right?”
”A hero…from below…” the old man muttered as he sighed. ”I can understand why that might have happened.”
He looked at Krune before continuing, ”Other than the City Lord, there are very few families that still maintain clear records of what happened during the first generation. My family is one of them. Only we would have been able to understand your situation. As for the rest, anything that arrived from outside is treated as a demon.”
”That makes sense now.” Krune nodded, looking at the old man, intending for the other party to give his word.
”It'll be done once I get back on my feet.” The old man said before introducing himself, ”I'm Wrister Ralk, current head of the Ralk family.”
He then pointed at his granddaughter, continuing, ”This is Flita Ralk, future head of the Ralk family.”
”I'm Krune.” Krune smiled in response. ”But for safety's sake, use the name Pestlor when you address me.”
”We'll do that, Sir Pestlor.” Flita nodded immediately, performing a formal bow.
”Arrange an accommodation for Sir Pestlor,” Wrister ordered soon after as Flita exited the room to make the arrangements immediately.
Now that only the two of them were left in the room, Krune frowned as he asked, ”You seem pretty strong. Why are there only the two of you in such a large mansion?”
By mansion, he meant the thirty-story skyscraper the family lived within. At present, it was devoid of any people. Having such a massive structure empty was indeed off-putting. Thus, Krune decided to ask about it first.
”Without me, there's no one to stop my enemies from gobbling up my estates. They either bribed the greedy employees or threatened the loyal ones from coming here. They wanted me to perish as soon as possible,” Wrister said in anger.
”Once you're fully healed...” Krune smiled as he continued, ”Have fun dealing with them.”
”Hahaha.” Wrister laughed aloud after that. ”I really am glad to have encountered you.”
”Don't mention it.” Krune smiled politely. ”It's a simple trade. I'll completely heal you while you'll help me settle in this place and grow stronger.”
”How long will it take you to completely heal me?” Wrister asked.
”Hmm, judging based on the amount of time I need to replenish my energy and the rate at which you are healing, I must say…about a year or two?” Krune gave an estimate after a quick calculation.
”That would be too late. We wouldn't be able to stall for that long,” Wrister expressed his worry, soon thinking of something as he looked at Krune and asked, ”What is your weight class?”
”Demon Child,” Krune blushed as he said that. ”Last time I checked, I was around 100 kilograms.”