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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."

"Hahaha!" Wrister began to roar in laughter immediately as tears streamed out of his eyes. He then looked at Krune and said, "Please don\'t misunderstand. I\'m not making fun of you."

"It\'s fine, I can understand," Krune sighed as he replied in embarrassment.

"No, I mean..." The old man smiled widely as he explained, "If you can heal me to this extent at Demon Child level, wouldn\'t it be faster if you just grow stronger?"

Upon seeing Krune\'s frown, he asked in a hurry, worrying, "Do your abilities rely on something other than stamina to function?"

"No, it\'s stamina-based," Krune said, watching Wrister sigh in relief.

"Then, it\'s doable. Plus, you only need Tier 1 Essence to grow stronger. Those are dirt cheap for someone like me." Wrister smiled. "We haven\'t faced any financial losses yet. So, we have more than enough funds to bolster your growth."

"That\'s good." Krune nodded, watching Flita enter the room right this moment.

Wrister looked at her and said, "Bring in 50 Tier 1 Essence, as well as a weighing machine. Let\'s check Sir Pestlor\'s weight class."

"Alright," Flita replied and left the room, soon returning with a tiny rectangular machine and a box full of tiny spheres that looked no different from grapes. Upon seeing them, Krune gulped visibly.

Flita placed the weighing machine on the floor, motioning for Krune to stand on it. The moment he stepped on it, she involuntarily burst out laughing, saying, "You\'re such a big man, but your weight is puny."

"A weight of 102 kilograms…" Krune muttered, feeling embarrassed upon hearing Flita\'s parlous laughter. Weight was the most stressed aspect of Layer 2. As it formed the core of their logical concept, they judged people accordingly. This was why, after she saw Krune\'s height and figure, she assumed he would be a heavyweight.

It was not to mention the healing energy he had exhibited. Subconsciously, she had assumed him to be a powerful figure. And by powerful, she thought he would weigh a lot. But in actuality, Krune was inferior to even a Demon Child. The heaviest Demon Child even reached 150 kilograms.

When she saw Krune was inferior in weight to even that, she lost her mind, laughing uncontrollably. Eventually, reality hit her that she was making fun of her savior, quickly shutting up as she apologized to Krune.

However, her gaze focused on his focused expression. Looking at his tough and ripped muscles and his large body frame, before involuntarily looking at the number once again, failing to control her laughter any longer. "Even a child has more weight than…him, kukuku."

Finally, she patted her stomach, feeling some pain after laughing for so long, immediately getting up as she corrected her expression, bowing to Krune. "I\'m extremely sorry to have laughed at you."

However, when she bowed, the number on the weighing machine was displayed closer. When she saw the ripped nerves on Krune\'s legs, the sharp contrast between that and the pitiful weight caused her to kneel and break into laughter even more.

"…" Krune looked at Wrister, lifting his right hand as he clenched it into a fist, asking, "Can I smack her on the head just once?"

"Please go ahead." Wrister sighed, nodding as he added, "Give her another on my behalf."