9 Dibly, The good guy. (2/2)

Ozul turned to his side just to see an old lady with a kind smile spread over her face.

”Dead.”- Ozul gave the ever-stoic answer. He knew his mother was dead and did not consider Edward as his father. So, he had no family.

”Oh! Poor boy... I'm so sorry... Why are you looking so lost? Do you have somewhere you need to go?” Tenderness started overflowing from her as she heard that he was an orphan. The boy was genuinely pitiful; he lost his parents and is also disabled!

”I need prosthetics.”- Ozul kept his answer short and straight.

'Hmm... a kind heart, huh!'- Ozul was internally evaluating the old lady. She was the first human to consider him after a whole minute of search!

'Difficult times indeed, Humans are truly becoming more and more heartless *sigh*.'- Ozul thought while shaking his head a little.

”Hm... you need prosthetics, huh.” - After thinking about it, The old lady motioned him to follow her.

Ozul did not ask any questions and just quietly followed after her. Anyways, she did not seem suspicious. If she had any other intentions, Ozul would know in the blink of an eye. He has this kind of sixth sense where he can feel emotions, to some extent, at least.

The old lady at the moment only showed sympathy directed towards him.

Ozul hurried after her; the sunlight was itching him.

Thankfully, it did not take much longer when he was standing in front of a seemingly low-profile house.

”This is Mr. Smith's house. He may have retired now, but he was a famous blacksmith before. He also knows a thing or two about making prosthetics. Don't worry; he won't take any of your money. At least not when I am here.”- The kind old lady introduced the owner of the house. She reassured him about money problems while showing an evil smile.

They knocked at the door before an old man appeared. He had a bushy beard along with a fat belly.

Mr. Smith's eyes lit up, and he laughingly greeted the old lady.

”Hey, Miss Carol! You look only more beautiful as the days pass. What brought you to my humble abode?”- Mr. Smith asked the old lady now named Miss Carol. Smith was rubbing his hands and with a flattering smile plastered on his face.

If it was not visible, the old guy was definitely pursuing the old lady.

”Hoho... You jest, Mr. Smith. As for why I am here. It is because I need a favor. Surely you won't reject this old heart, right?”

Evidently, Carol may be old, but she had her fair share of experiences. She kept the Smith guy at bay using polite words. She then hooked the fish using her old heart as the leverage!

Just as expected, Mr. Smith was hooked.

”Of course not, Miss Carol! How could I reject someone so 'close' to me.”- Mr. Smith was smitten by old love. He thought they were close.

So close, that he was still calling her Miss!

”Fufu... I knew I was not wrong about you, Mr. Smith. Do you see this boy? I would request you to make his prosthetic limbs. It shouldn't be any difficult for you, I assume?”

Carol explained while hinting how someone like Smith should be up to the task.

”Haha... these bones may be old, but if that's what you want, then I can't back down now, can I?” - Mr. Smith answered while lifting his head a little. He wanted to impress Carol; Now was his chance!

Carol showed her charm and was smug about it as she eyed Ozul, showing her 'prowess'.

Ozul nodded in approval. He had seen how she hooked the 'bait'. She was a genius! Luckily, Old Carol was on the Ozuls side.

After that, all three of them went inside the house...