The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

He jumped to his feet and fell to the ground, crying, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Milluki was terrified. This person was a powerful expert whom his father had specifically instructed him to take charge of, and his strength was at the elite level, on par with his eldest brother! Who could imagine how terrifying he was? It was as if he had sat right on his eldest brother's face!

Kuroro was clearly not happy.

He propped himself up with one hand and stared at Milluki for a long time. Even without Nen, the oppressive aura of someone who had been through countless battles still lingered around him.

It was a kingly aura that couldn't be trifled with, having no effect whatsoever on an invincible being like Saiki Kusuo, but for Milluki...

Mi Ji was speechless, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

Kuroro didn't retaliate; he had more important things to do than complain. He closed his eyes and focused on his body.

Without the ability to read and write, it's much more difficult to examine one's physical condition. Kuroro moved his arm and felt some injury to the bones in his right arm.

I felt a little dizzy, but my body instinctively released the force, so I shouldn't have suffered any serious internal injuries from the impact.

An ordinary body is indeed very inconvenient and requires a high level of alertness.

Kuroro reflected, shifting his feet. If his foot hadn't been injured, he could have dodged it in that split second.

The left hand is the dominant hand; raising it a little higher would be better.

As for neglecting head protection, that was the biggest mistake.

Kusuo Saiki: Why does this person only look for the cause within himself?

If it hits him, that would be a real problem for Miki.

Kusuo Saiki stepped forward, walked between Milluki and Chrollo, and reached out his hand to Chrollo.

He doesn't usually interact with people, but this time it was Milluki's fault, and as his older brother, there was nothing he could do but help out a little.

Kuroro ignored the hand and got up on his own. When he stood up, his body slumped. It turned out that the ankle of the leg that had recovered earlier was sprained.

Kuroro gripped his ankle and finally took the issue seriously.

Kusuo Saiki reached out, and Kuroro, anticipating the situation, straightened the chair. Kusuo Saiki then slapped Kuroro onto the chair.

With that slap, Kuroro found that his headache was gone, his hand injury seemed to have never happened, and there was no swelling when he shook hands again.

The only bad thing for Kuroro was that his leg, which hadn't recovered well a day ago, was now lame.

Just sit in the chair, Kuroro.

Milluki, still flustered, suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Book!"

The book appeared before him, and he searched through it until he found a card.

Healing Card, Healing Bandage - C14: Reduces localized injury and speeds up recovery.

Holding the card, he bowed sincerely to Kuroro at a 90-degree angle: "Really! I'm so sorry! This card has a healing effect, although only on a localized area..." Milluki looked Kuroro up and down and concluded that his head was more important.

Let me bandage your head for you!

This is great; it's exactly one of Kuroro's usual looks, and it doesn't feel out of place at all.

Unfortunately, after his recent recovery, Kuroro's mind is no longer in trouble.

Kuroro reached out and took the card. After reading the information on the card, he nodded: "I want to use it to bandage my foot. Can you unlock the card for me and I'll bandage it myself?"

At this moment, Kuroro had completely shed the oppressive aura he had just displayed, now appearing as a kind older brother, a completely different person.

This surprised Miki, but also made him feel much more relaxed.

“GAIN!” A bandage appeared.

Kuroro took the bandage from Milluki's hands and bent down to skillfully bandage himself.

While the three children were still worried about Milluki's recklessness, Kusuo Saiki no longer cared. He remembered that Alluka and the other two had run over to find him.

Chapter 118 Who is the female ghost?

Alluka slapped her forehead: "Ah! I almost forgot!"

"Brother, brother, we've encountered a homeless man!"

"The homeless man asked us a lot of questions."

"Answering questions will definitely get you a great card!"

“Brother Nanxiong must know far more than we do.”

Kusuo Saiki never expected that his life of giving up would still be considered great in the eyes of his younger brothers.

"Brother Nanxiong!"

"Help us answer that..."

This kind of game must be boring for him, and given Kuroro's luck, it's hard not to suspect that he'll die in the blink of an eye.

But with three pairs of eyes fixed on him, Kusuo Saiki was somewhat defeated.

"Huh? Isn't Mr. Kuroro coming along?" Alluka asked.

Have some consideration for their legs, Alluka.

Alluka turned around and saw Chrollo, whose leg had just been bandaged. She covered her mouth and carefully uttered through her fingers, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chrollo... I forgot about your leg injury."

"It's alright, you guys go have fun. This kid doesn't have to stay here either," Kuroro said generously. "As for the issue of him hitting me, you've already given me these straps, so we're even."

Actually, he didn't think he needed the kids' help.

He's a Nen user after all, which greatly increases the safety of crippled ordinary people.

Kuroro shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.

However, their departure wouldn't last long. Alluka and Kalto led the way, with Kusuo Saiki following behind.

Kuroro sat in his seat and began to think about something, while Milluki stood awkwardly behind him.

Zoldyck children rarely interact with other people outside the family. If a family member does something wrong, the other person can simply be whipped.

But what about the incident with outsiders? Miki really doesn't know what to do. Has the C-level card truly been paid off?

Miji was very particular about the fairness of transactions.

His Nen ability is trading; he can weigh and price. To hone this ability, he was brought along to many pricing events at home.

Therefore, he knew better than anyone else that the deal was unfair.

The consequence of unfair transactions is likely to be that the other party harbors resentment. Even if they don't seem to mind on the surface now, they will still plant a seed of unfairness in their hearts, which will affect the future.

Milluki, a firm believer in deals, gritted his teeth and stood before Kuroro.

"Um, Mr. Kuroro!"

Kuroro leaned back in his chair, propping his face up with one hand.

At this moment, the scattered gazes converged, fixed on the black-haired child.

He was about 1.56 meters tall, with a slightly chubby face, but not much, and a pair of big eyes that perfectly matched the characteristics of a Zoldyck family.

But are the Zoldyck family members really so indecisive?

Chrollo, who spent a lot of time with Illumi and Kusuo Saiki, developed some stereotypes.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I still feel it's a bit unfair to you. I hope you'll make a deal with me and offer one or two more conditions as compensation for the hurt I just caused you!"

The child was sincere, but Kuroro saw no point in the deal and didn't bother with it.

"Didn't I say? You gave me that card, so we're even." Kuroro truly harbored no resentment; his injuries had all healed, but that was Saiki Kusuo's private matter, and he'd better not reveal it to anyone else.

Even among the Zoldyck family, wasn't Kusuo Saiki hiding something during the hunting expedition?

“But…” Milluki took a deep breath and voiced his long-held suspicion, “You’re my brother’s friend, right!”

“Just like Illumi and that… Hisoka, they have a friend of similar strength, and their families only allow them to find strong people…” Milluki clenched his fist in front of his chest, wanting to look into the other person’s eyes to express sincerity, but he was still a little traumatized by the oppressive feeling just now.

My friend... he wants to find friends too, but it's so hard! So if something happens to the friends his family found because of him, especially if someone as reserved as Nanxiong gets into trouble, he might not have many friends left in his life! He'll feel guilty for the rest of his life!

"So! Mr. Kuroro, you'll forgive me because of my relationship with my brother, but I don't want to use your friendship with Nanxiong-san for me! It's a kind of, uh, drain! Sometimes the person involved doesn't realize it, but... Ah, did I make myself clear?! I hope you can accept my apology! Please don't forgive me because of my brother, I really beg you!"

Chrollo was genuinely surprised. So Illumi and Hisoka were friends? No, it was hard to be sure. This kid considered himself and Kusuo Saiki as friends; he might not even be able to grasp the relationship between Illumi and Hisoka.

“What you said surprised me… but Qi Mu and I aren’t friends. He’s helping me because of this deal. The friend you speak of, we Spiders…”

Kuroro stared intently at the child and explained many things to him.

To prove that he really didn't think Milluki should pay him anything more to make up for his mistake, Milluki also used his trading ability on Chrollo.

It was a tangible balance scale, almost perfectly balanced.

"It really is!" Milluki exclaimed in surprise, then he was also astonished that someone like Kuroro would fall so hard but not pursue the matter. The only explanation he could think of was, "Mr. Kuroro! You are such a magnanimous person!"

Kuroro chuckled dryly, goosebumps rising all over his body.

They're thieves, yet they're being praised as good people. Is this a derogatory term used in some specific context?

"I'm going to buy something!" Milluki said happily. "Mr. Kuroro, would you like some dessert? Or coffee?"

"I want both. Coffee with milk and sugar." Kuroro wouldn't refuse this.

The coffee shop was right next door. Milluki went in, and Kuroro was still sitting in his chair.

He resumed his thoughts, but before he could fully concentrate, a creaking sound came from one of the chair legs. Realizing the chair was unstable, he reached out to steady himself on the table, but the table toppled over first.

It turns out that the people who were thrown into chaos earlier were not the only ones who were injured.

Just as Kuroro was about to fall, a hand caught the chair, keeping the chair, which only had two legs, in place.

"Do you need any help, Kuroro, sir?"

A very cool voice came from above. Kuroro looked up and saw the outline of a white sun hat blocking the sun from above.

Long black hair cascaded down like a curtain. The person had a pale, doll-like face and empty black eyes. Kuroro was looking at the person with his head tilted up like that. If it weren't daytime, he would definitely think he was seeing a female ghost.

It wasn't his prejudice; it's just that Illumi really does look like a female ghost.

"Thank you," Kuroro said. "I really need some help. Could you help me stand up a little so I can jump to the other chair?"

"Oh." Illumi responded, using Kuroro's arm to pull him up.

Illumi helped Chrollo up. He was slightly taller than Chrollo, and he lowered his head to whisper something in Chrollo's ear.