83. What If!

Sylvester did not randomly pick the boy to give money to. Instead, he looked for the one who looked the most vulnerable and hurt. So when he saw one boy with a patched tunic and pants, he felt some pity. 

"Lord Bard! You're lord bard, right? I want to…" 

'What the fuck is this?' Sylvester did not curse much, but at that moment, he felt a sudden rush of smell in his nose and mouth that curses came out themselves. 'Why am I feeling such a strong odor of death? It's like that cave years ago!'

Bitterness, so much so that it could affect one's mind and suffocate—Sylvester was alarmed. 

Just then, he noticed the kid running toward him. Hands protruded out as if wanting to hug, but they didn't appear to be spread wide enough to embrace a man of Sylvester's stature. It was strange to do to a stranger, whether a kid or not.