Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods-Chapter 101: Expensive Merchandise

Ark stared at the child in front of him and dismissed his dagger.

"From uncle to big bro huh?"

It was the same boy he had chased into the hallway in the first place, the one who had and was still calling him a pervert.

The boy’s eyes were glowing with admiration.

"I never knew big bro was a curse bearer!"

"Don’t call me big bro, call me Ark."

"Okay big bro Ark!"

Ark sighed and turned back to the hall, then he waved his hand at the boy.

"You can go now, I have something to investigate."

The boy shook his head and then walked forward in the direction of the incident only to be held back by Ark.

"What do you think you are doing?"

The boy stared down the hall and back to Ark.

"I’m investigating."

"Investigating what? What do you know about ghosts?"

A smug smirk appeared on his face as he folded his arms across his chest.

"More than you big bro."

’This kid...’

"Is that so, tell me then."

The boy shook his head.

"My knowledge is priceless, what do you have to offer—woah!"

Ark hoisted the boy up into the air, just before he could finish and began taking him away from the hall.

Initially, the boy remained smug, but when they got outside and he realized he would be unable to join the investigation he finally spoke:

"Wait, wait! I’ll tell you."

Ark paused, "Is that so?"

The boy nodded and Ark put him down.

The smug smile appeared once again on his face as he quickly hugged a pillar. His eyes narrowed to slits.

"My information ain’t free old man, you’re gonna have to pay."

Ark tiredly sighed. ’Are all eight year olds this devious?’

There was no way to tell if the boy actually had any information about the ghosts, but he had been living here far longer than Ark.

If anything strange had happened during that time, he might have noticed it, even if it was something that sounded insignificant it could just be what he needed to verify if this was indeed the work of an apocalypse beast...

Or if the woman had simply seen wrongly.

Ark turned to stare at the rain, feeling the cold wind blow against his skin and the occasional splash of water.

’It’s not like I’m in a hurry.’

He looked over to the boy and he instinctively hugged the pillar more tightly.

"What do you want?"

The boy’s smile broadened...

**

"Giddy-up Donkey! Hiyaaa!"

Ark was running to and fro along the pathway with the obnoxious child on his back. The boy had requested a piggyback ride but the amount of vile words that had come out of his mouth so far had been alarming.

"I much rather prefer to be a horse, don’t reduce my self esteem any further."

"Be quiet donkey!" The boy said as he dug his foot into Ark’s back. "Horses are fast, if you want to be upgraded to a horse then go faster you mule."

"M-mule?!"

’Now that is even worse than the first one.’

A dark smile found its way to Ark’s lips. "Fast right? I think I can do fast."

He held onto the boy firmly and took the first step forward. The air whispered past his ears as he sped past the passage, closing the distance from side to side within seconds.

The boy let out a yelp and grabbed onto Ark’s neck to stop himself from falling, his finger digging deep into his collarbone.

Everything became a blur in the boy’s field of vision, the rain sounded weird and it was hard to keep sight of anything, all he could hear was the whistling of the wind past his ears, and all he could see was the neck of the person who was carrying him.

"Stop! Stop! You’re a horse!"

Ark finally slowed down, a rush of air blowing past them as he did.

’In his whole life... never did he believe that being called a horse would be the least bit satisfying.’

He let the joy down and the child almost stumbled, a goofy smile on his face as he gave Ark a thumbs up. "That was excellent, big bro!"

Ark placed a palm on his face.

’Doesn’t this child have any fear?’

"I’ve paid for the information so tell me, what do you know about ghosts?"

The boy leaned into one of the poles and stared into the rain.

"What do I know about ghosts? Keh..." He scoffed and turned to face Ark lifting up a single finger.

"What do you want to know? You have one question."

"You little scammer, didn’t I pay for everything ?"

The boy shook his head.

"You don’t read the T and C."

Ark looked slightly confused.

"T and C?"

This time it was the child’s turn to look disappointed.

"Big bro... the terms and conditions."

"Oh, so corporate scam?"

The boy nodded. "Pretty much."

"Alright then..."

Ark was not even sure the kid had anything to offer, but there was a slight chance that he did, so he thought of the most important question he could ask the child.

"Have you seen the ghost before? And if you haven’t, how many ghost sightings have been reported?"

The people had been far too casual about what had happened, meaning they were already used to it.

The boy nodded slowly.

"Good question. No, I have not seen the ghost before, but there have been 10 ghost sightings so far."

"Most people have seen it in this house, and half of them have been in that exact corridor."

"Many people don’t believe in the stories so they keep using the path... Wait, I made a mistake."

The boy put his finger to his chin and turned, as though to make himself appear more mature.

"Not ten... there have actually been eleven." He raised his fingers into the air, only to frown when he realized he was missing one.

Then he began waking away.

"Elven sightings— and one death."