Valshius

Emerich clutched 30 Krone, and after a few twists and turns, arrived at a bar.

Yes, even in the Underhive, there were recreational places like bars, though most had close ties with gangs.

The boy naturally wouldn't enter through the front door, not with his status.

In the backyard, piles of corpses, mutilated beyond recognition, mostly girls, generally very young.

"Yo, isn't that Emerich?"

A gang member in the backyard, with crossed bones tattooed on his arm, grinned at the boy's entrance, "It's not work time yet, did you finally come to your senses?"

"N-no, not at all, Master Bally." Emerich lowered his head humbly, not looking at the 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 be played to death by big shots, and send them to the corpse guild.

The pay for this job wasn't high, only enough to exchange for half a person's worth of barely enough supplies.

"I told you a long time ago, if you just sell your sister to Master Luke, you wouldn't have to live so hard." Bally squeezed out a lewd smile, patted the boy's thin shoulder, and educated him in an experienced tone, "When the time comes, I'll put in a few good words for you, maybe you can become a full member of the "Skeleton"."

Emerich didn't say a word, just lowered his head, his eyes filled with angry flames.

"So boring, always like a dead man."

Bally chuckled, used to this guy, and said boringly, "I'll see how long you can last, heh heh."

"Master Bally, I, I'm here to buy Nutrient Solution." Seeing that the other party didn't continue the topic, Emerich breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and hurriedly stated his purpose.

"Hmm? Buy Nutrient Solution?" Bally was a little surprised, looked Emerich up and down, and asked suspiciously, "Where did you get the money, kid? Do you know how many Krone Nutrient Solution costs?"

"I, I have money, Master Bally." Emerich took out three coins, each with a face value of 10 Krone.

Bally squinted his eyes, took the 30 Krone from the boy's hand, and pretended to ask sternly, "Where did you get this money? Tell me honestly!"

"Master Bally, I found it on a dead Scavenger." Before coming, Emerich had already thought of an excuse.

Finding it on a dead Scavenger wasn't anything rare, at most just better luck.

"Hmm."

As expected, Bally didn't suspect anything, his eyeballs rolled around, and he grinned, "Kid, not bad luck, where did you find it, take me to get rich next time?"

Emerich scratched his head with a naive look on his face, "Okay, Master Bally, but I don't know if we'll meet one again, heh heh heh."

"Wait here."

Bally dropped a sentence and turned to enter the bar.

Not long after, he came out again and threw two tubes of Nutrient Solution over, "Here, the Nutrient Solution you wanted, take it."

"T-two tubes?" Emerich widened his eyes, and said anxiously, "Master Bally, it should be three, three tubes!"

"Three tubes? That was before."

Bally sneered, putting on a helpless look, "The price here is 15 Krone a tube, take it or leave it."

"Then, then give me back the money, I'll go buy it somewhere else!" Emerich mustered his courage and pleaded in a low voice, "Is that okay? Master Bally."

"Go fuck yourself, you little stutterer!"

Who knew, Bally raised his eyebrows, suddenly furious, and punched Emerich directly in the face.

Emerich was knocked to the ground by the punch, his head dizzy, but Bally rushed up again, kicking him hard in the abdomen, and occasionally stomping hard, cursing, "I gave you face? Dare to ask me for money, just two tubes, take it or leave it!"

Seeming to have been beaten for many years, Emerich curled up his body at the first moment, protecting his internal organs and head, silently enduring Bally's beating.

After a while, Bally seemed to be tired of beating, looked contemptuously at Emerich, who was curled up in a ball and shivering, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm directly, "Get out, I'm in a good mood today, I won't bother with you."

Emerich silently arched his body, supporting the wall and leaving the bar backyard step by step.

He knew very well, what price increase?

It was simply that Bally saw money and opened his eyes, secretly deducting 10 Krone.

In the boy's eyes, the anger grew stronger, but he desperately bit his teeth, not making a sound!

He didn't dare to offend Bally, because the other party was a full member of the "Skeleton", and if he wanted to survive in this area, he had to obey the other party's words.

Unless in the future, he could become a senior member of the "Skeleton", then he would have a chance to take revenge!

Emerich carefully wiped his hands clean, and respectfully held 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, "S-sorry, they said the price went up, 30 Krone can only be exchanged for two tubes of Nutrient Solution."

Alvin stared at the boy's face, which had a bruise on it, obviously he had been beaten.

It wasn't that he hadn't experienced similar things, after a little thought, he roughly guessed the reason, and sighed silently in his heart.

Damn gangs, they're all the same everywhere. I wish they could all die!

Emerich thought he didn't believe it, stumbling and a little anxious, "I, I didn't lie to you, it's true."

"I know." Alvin lowered his eyelids slightly, and pushed the two tubes of Nutrient Solution back, "It's for you guys, you don't need to give it to me."

"T-then, how can that be?" Emerich seemed to stutter easily when he was anxious, "Y-you, you, you've helped us a lot, I, Chris and I can't"

"Just take it if I tell you to, stop talking nonsense."

Alvin interrupted the boy, his tone quite tough, and said coldly, "I don't lack Nutrient Solution, understand?"

"Th-thank you!"

Despite his harsh attitude, Emerich knew that this man was a good person.

"Don't mention it."

Alvin coldly turned his head away.

He had helped as much as he could; the rest was beyond his ability, and they could only rely on themselves.

The atmosphere in the alley fell silent once more.

Emerich curled back up in the corner, glancing at Alvin from time to time, looking as if he wanted to say something but couldn't bring himself to.

His senses were amplified by Psykana, allowing Alvin to clearly feel that he was being watched. Alvin was truly helpless: "Is there something else?"

"I... I wanted to ask your name," Emerich said softly, "I... I don't have any bad intentions, really."

"Why do you want to know my name?"

Alvin didn't think the boy had any ill intentions.

"Because you saved me and my sister, you're a good person!"

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

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

"What's your last name?" Emerich tilted his head, curiously asking, "Mr. Alvin, don't you have a last name?"

"Last name... now that you mention it, it does sound a bit foreign to me."

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

"I'm sorry, Mr. Alvin, I didn't mean to."

Emerich waved his hands in a panic, guessing that he had touched upon something painful: "Actually, a lot of people don't have names, right?"

Yes, there were many people in the Underhive who didn't have "names" from the day they were born.

"No, I just remembered something."

Alvin shook his head with a smile, his eyes flickering slightly as he murmured, "My name is Alvin Valshius."

Valshius was his father's last name.

Of course, he had never met that cheap father since the day he was born; in all likelihood, he had probably died in some garbage heap in the Underhive.

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