Kapitel 65: Corpse Crafter

"I am still injured, damn it." I hissed while tightly clutching my head.

"Crossing the Wastes all alone, it's a good thing you contacted me; if it were your parents, they..." He suddenly paused.

I let out an awkward smile. I doubted my parents would have cared. I had insulted one of the most powerful families in the alliance in front of most of the powerful people in the alliance. Even reaching out to help me would have been a stain on their reputation.

That's why I had contacted Uncle Mordek; out of everyone in my family, he was the least likely to care about flimsy things as a reputation.

Uncle Mordek lightly coughed to dispel the awkwardness before slowly taking out a skewer-like tool and stabbing it inside one of the carcasses.

"And what happened to your leg?" He asked after pausing for a while.

"It was a duskwraith that attacked me while I was sleeping," I answered, pushing my wheelchair a little bit closer.