Chapter 172 - What The...? (1/2)

When the door flung open, the first thing that hit Hecathe was the smell.

The strong smell of something dying.

Hecathe immediately covered his nose and walked inside cautiously as he tried to spot Marvin.

The boy was not really hard to spot as Hecathe stepped on something lumpy with his first step alone and realized that this was no special carpet but was Marvin himself.

”Oh...” Hecathe muttered as he crouched down near the boy's head and tried to understand whether the dying smell was coming from him or not.

It was a bit hard to distinguish but in a few minutes, Hecathe was able to confidently conclude that the cause of the horrendous smell was not this man who was lying unconscious on the floor.

”Yo,” Hecathe nudged Marvin as he tried to wake the boy, ”Get up. Are you planning on dying here or something?”

Marvin groaned but didn't move an inch nor did it look like he could comprehend anything that Hecathe had said at the moment.

Hecathe sighed as he put the first-aid kit aside and decided to move the boy first.

”Come on It's time to get your wounds treated,” Hecathe spoke as he pulled the boy up and supported him to sit up.

”Eh....?” Marvin muttered in his groggy voice and it could be clearly seen that the boy was still not completely awake.

Hecathe's face cringed up a little as he saw the boy's wounds.

LeiLei had certainly understated it...

Hecathe could finally understand why Marvin had passed out with a single punch alone.

”That's why you shouldn't go mess with her like this,” Hecathe commented with a sigh.

LeiLei had punched the man flat on the nose and it almost looked like the punch had broken his nose.

Marvin opened his eyes slightly as he tried to see the person that was trying to help him.

”Alphius...?” Marvin muttered in a half-asleep manner and Hecathe pursed his lips into a thin line as he heard the boy calling him this name.

Hecathe slapped the boy's face lightly as he spoke, ”Open your eyes widely and look carefully at me. I am Hecathe and I don't like it when people mistake me for someone else and especially not when I'm being helpful.”

Marvin opened his eyes a bit more and just as Hecathe had instructed, he took a closer look at Hecathe's face.

”Hecathe...?” Marvin asked innocently as he tilted his head and Hecathe nodded his head in satisfaction as he heard this.

”That's right. I am Hecathe.”

Marvin chuckled softly as he heard this and slowly came to his senses as he asked, ”What are you doing here?”

Hecathe rolled his eyes and smacked the back of the boy's head as he spoke, ”Why else would I be here? Of course, it is to treat your wounds. Why would you get yourself this beaten up when you could've just avoided it?!”

Marvin shook his head with a sigh as he heard this, ”My father had always told me that when a woman beats you, you should not avoid it.”

”I see,” Hecathe nodded his head as he responded, ”Your father was full of trash.”

”...”

”No offense, by the way,” Hecathe added casually and Marvin didn't know if he was supposed to laugh or cry as he heard this.

Hecathe took out the disinfectant and started treating the wound on Marvin's face.

”You know how to do this?” Marvin asked with surprise.

”This is not rocket science. Of course, I know,” Hecathe clicked his tongue as he responded, ”Now stay quiet and let me do my thing. Stop distracting me.”

Marvin pursed his lips into a thin line and listened to Hecathe.

He was quiet as he calmly let Hecathe treat the wounds and only when it stung did he flinch a little.

Treating and wrapping the wound took about ten minutes, but when Hecathe was done, Marvin suddenly grabbed his wrist with a frown.

”What happened to you?” Marvin's eyes narrowed down on Hecathe as he asked, gesturing towards the wound on Hecathe's palm that had been wrapped.