Chapter 72: Who Are You? (1/2)

As Arion walked towards Marcos, he also recognized the other youngsters gathered around him as the ones who bullied him as well in the past.

Marcos was having a good time boasting about himself to his lackeys when he saw a handsome boy coming over his way.

He thought that maybe the boy was just going to pass by him, but seeing how he was looking at him, he felt that the boy was looking for him.

But seeing how tall and well-built he was, Marcos felt that he should be older than him and wondered what this guy wanted.

”Marcos, right?” Arion asked with a smile.

Marco crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall and said, ”That depends who's asking.”

Arion scoffed inwardly, although on the outside, he maintained his smile as he took out his pouch filled with some pranar and said, ”Oh, I am Rion. I was looking for Marcos to give him some pranars as thanks for indirectly helping me. I was in a pinch recently, and one of his friends said that I should thank Marcos for helping me out.”

Marcos had a baffled expression, but he quickly hid it upon seeing the jiggling of the pranars in Rion's pouch and also seeing how friendly and nice he seemed despite looking bigger than him.

Arion also noticed that Marcos had the badge attached to his sleeve, which he also had got as a participant in the Ironheart test.

'Good. It seems like you are destined to get your ass whooped in the future as well,' Arion inwardly smirked.

”Oh, of course, of course. I am Marcos, indeed,” Marcos replied with a beaming smile as his eyes glinted with fervid greed upon seeing the pouch of pranars.

He had no idea who this Rion guy was and why one of his 'friends' would even help this guy out. But all his questions went out the drain because of the pouch of pranars dangling in front of him.

Even his lackeys felt their vision going green with jealousy upon seeing Rion happily offering Marcos a few pranars.

They could imagine how precious a single pranar was when it was to earn some money on their own at their age unless, and of course, they resorted to extorting from other kids, which was what they often did.

And if they couldn't find any, they would thrash them up to vent their frustration which was what Arion used to suffer since he never carried any pranars with him.

Marcos continued with a foolish smile, ”I won't be rude and accept this happily,” Marcos happily reached for the pouch.

Arion gave him the pouch and saw Marcos greedily pocketing it and laughed inwardly.

”Actually, my friend also wants to thank you with some pranars as well since it seems like you also helped him out in some way. But he is waiting just around the back since he is uncomfortable with giving you something in public. Hope you don't mind?” Arion asked in a low voice.

Marcos wondered if he won the goodwill of any gods to think that things were looking really good today for him. Out of nowhere, he was suddenly rich by a few pranars and might even get more, according to what this nice boy said.

Marcos felt like he had to befriend this guy and put his hand over him, and said happily, ”Of course, not. Please lead us, brother. It's only right that I should be before him in case your friend wants to thank me.”

Arion glanced at Marcos' hand over his shoulder and said as his lips curved, ”Sure. You all can follow me.”

Arion had a pleasant smile on his face as he led Marcos and his three friends to one of the old broken-down toilets.

”A toilet? Why would your friend be here?” Marcos asked with a disgusted expression.

Arion chuckled with a glint in his eyes, ”Actually, my friend is quite shy and someone who worries about everything. I believe he has something more precious to give to you which he didn't want anyone else to see.”

Hearing that, Marcos took a look at his lackeys but then felt that they were alright since they wouldn't dare to go against him to fight over something valuable.

Arion had been in this building many times, so he knew that there was an unused toilet here that had yet to be repaired.