Chapter 909
In the end, the man still could not bring himself to strike, and he threw the stone off to the side, then collapsed to the ground, sitting there limply.
The person lying next to him on the ground still had only the faintest trace of breath. Ron walked over. The slumped young man looked at Ron as he approached, a wary expression appearing on his face.
"I don't mean you any harm," Ron said, raising both hands. "I saw what just happened. You're a good person. You clearly had the chance to kill that man, but you chose to give it up. Aren't you worried that once he recovers, he'll take revenge on you?"
The young man glanced at Ron, then at the person on the ground, and let out a sigh. "I don't even know how things ended up like this. The two of us used to be such good friends. I don't know what I did wrong for Evan to attack me. And I don't know why I actually wanted to kill Evan just now."
Ron stopped two or three meters in front of the young man. "You two are friends?"
"Yes," the young man answered.
"But he wants to kill you."
"I know. But there has to be something wrong somewhere. Evan isn't that kind of person."
"Hmm, it is your decision."
Ron looked at the young man lying on the ground. He had seen clearly what had happened just now. The man on the ground had genuinely tried to kill the sitting youth. The young man should have understood that as well, so his words now were a bit self-deceiving.
But that had nothing to do with Ron.
"Interested in making a deal?" Ron asked.
"What kind of deal?"
Ron used his aura to simulate the presence of an Ascension Relic. "You just need to answer one question for me—have you ever seen something like this? In exchange, I can treat your friend. In his current state, if he doesn't receive treatment, I'm afraid he won't live much longer."
The young man's eyes lit up. "You're a doctor?"
"No. But I know a few methods of treatment."
"Alright."
He then focused seriously on the direction of Ron's palm, carefully sensing it. After a short while, the young man shook his head. "I'm sorry. I've never seen anything like that. This kind of aura is very special. If something like it existed on the first level, someone would definitely have found it already. But I've never seen it. It should mean that this thing doesn't exist on the first level."
Ron nodded. "Alright."
He took out a knife and began treating the wounds on the man called Evan, who was lying on the ground. Ron was not a medical-type Nen user, but he had fought in so many battles and had been trained by the Zoldyck family since childhood. For an assassin, treating wounds and performing emergency first aid were also essential courses.
Very soon, Evan's wounds had been cleaned. Ron directly took thread from Evan's clothes, used aura for a simple sterilization, and then began stitching up Evan's larger wounds. Gradually, Evan, whose face had been a bloody ruin, recovered a normal appearance under Ron's treatment. It could not really be called normal—he now at least looked like an ordinary patient who had suffered severe external injuries.
"Water."
Evan forced his eyes open.
"Coming."
The young man hurriedly picked up a water bottle and brought it over.
Evan looked at him and opened his mouth. "I'm sorry."
A very soft voice sounded, mixed with a muffled tone, because at that moment Evan was drinking water. The young man's pupils contracted and a look of joy appeared on his face, probably feeling that the two of them had already reconciled and that everything from before was in the past.
"It's fine, I was at fault too," the young man said.
Ron looked at the young man, then at Evan, and turned to leave. He went back to his previous spot and closed his eyes. Natsu's figure appeared, standing guard for Ron through the night.
Suddenly, a sharp scream rang out. Ron opened his eyes and saw that the young man from earlier was already lying in a pool of blood, and the one who had struck him down was Evan.
Ron shook his head. He had already hinted to the young man in his words before, reminding him in an indirect way. But the young man did not believe him. Ron had met people like this on the human continent as well. Saying they were too trusting of others did not quite cover it.
To be precise, they were simply too foolish.
Their relationship had already reached the point of them wanting to kill each other. How could he really believe in complete reconciliation?
This was not some ordinary quarrel; it had escalated to the level of attempted murder. A shattered mirror never becomes whole again. Even couples who remarry still have cracks in their hearts that cannot be mended, let alone two men in a situation like this.
Ron withdrew his gaze. Evan looked at the young man's corpse, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Reconciliation? There was no such thing. These things are so much better when they belong only to me. I already had the thought of killing you.
You, on the other hand, just haven't figured it out yet. When you finally did figure it out one day, no one could say whether you'd stab me in the back. I don't dare take that risk. You dying is the best outcome."
Evan seemed to feel it still was not safe enough. He picked up a stone from nearby and smashed it down hard on the young man's head.
Crack!
The young man's entire head burst apart. After that, Evan's gaze turned toward where Ron was, his eyes flickering uncertainly.