Chapter 130: Deal Making


    Stepping through the mist the image of Kurome lingering over Bertk began to clear until he could see that Bertk, for all his prior confidence only now looked thoroughly pissed off. His mohawk severed just inches from his scalp with several shallow cuts dotting ces around his body. The most apparent wound being on his left arm where arge gash was run up from the back of his wrist all the way up to his elbow leaving the man only capable of weakly clenching his non-responsive fingers into a ball. His mace knocked off to the side sometime during his fight with Kurome.


    The girl herself had sparkling eyes as Parc walked towards her. Her skin a shade redder and dripping with a mixture of sweat and water that had condensed atop her skin.


    "Well done," Parcmented patting Kurome head right between her fake dogs ears. Kurome giggling like a love struck fool at Parc''s reward to her. As his hand contacted her head he felt against his palms that she was incredibly warm, "you''re a little hot aren''t you?" he questioned.


    "Mmm, thank you master," Kurome giggled and blushedsomething which was hard to notice with her scalded skin having not gotten exactly what it was he had just asked.


    Parc just shook his head in return, letting out his own little chuckle before turning to focus of the fatigued and scowling Bertk still with Yatsufusa to his neck already cutting into his skin ready to sever his carotid at any moment. Dropping to a squat Parc crossed his arms over his legs and intertwined his finger, a sharp grin to his lips as he said, "well, Bertk, it looks like you had fun."


    Bertk was quick to respond with a snort and a spitting of blood towards Parc sttering against his cheek. Kurome displeased with his actions drove the edge of her de deeper into Bertks throat, enough to make the man flinch away.


    "That''s rude, luckily, I won''t hold you to it," Parc hummed digging out a handkerchief from his satchel to wipe down his cheek, tossing the dirtied rag to the side before returning his hand back into his satchel to pull out a bulbous vile filled with a brilliant ruby liquid. Holding the bottle as if to disy it to the man Parc began to speak, "the human body holds about six litres of blood, for you, I''d say about seven, maybe eight due to your size. Lose a fifth of that the body shuts down and you go into shock, lose another two fifths and you will quickly find yourself dead in the ditches." ncing to the pool of blood around Bertk''s body he continued, "by now I''d say you''ve lost a good litre or so."


    A rumble sounded forth from Bertk''s throat, "I don''t need the bloody biology lesson kid. I can see you want something, get to it."


    "Alright, alright," Parc threw his hands up and rose back to his feet. His hand flicking to throw the vial towards Bertk who quickly and easily caught the slow-moving projectile.


    Casting the object in his hand a narrowed look, soon moving his gaze to Parc to ask, "poison I''m guessing? No content to just kill me, you want to watch me kill myself. Sick fucker, you and Carmine would be perfect together."


    Quirking a curious brow Parc shook his head, "oh no, far from, I have other manners of getting poison into your system, most are a lot more fun than making you drink it yourself. No, that there is a healing potion. Drink it and your wounds will close." Parc threw a quick nod to Kurome who returned it and pulled he de away, flicking the blood off it and returned it to its sheath hanging from her hip.


    Bertk''s lips curled in amusement and he let out a loud singr "Ha!" adding onto it his thoughts about this supposed healing potion, "you expect me to believe some brat like you figured out how to make liquid health?"


    ''It wasn''t that difficult,'' Parc thought. To make this version which was the generic healing potion he needed to use a lesser healing potionmade frommon mushrooms and slime gnd blend it with glowing mushrooms which could be easily cultivated or harvested from one of the numerous glowing mushroom caves he''d found during his time in his Terrarium. It was quite literally the easiest potion to make bar the lesser healing potion.


    "Fuck it, if it kills me, it kills me," Bertk bit the cork of the vile and tore it from the vile with a pop, spat it out to the side and threw his head back downing every drop of red ichor running down the sides of the vile. His eyes scrunched up from the vile sensation of the viscous fluid stuck to the back of his throat and threw the bottle to the ground shattering it to pieces.


    ''I could have used that again'' Parc sighed staring sorrowfully at the crumbled ss that once made his hand blow vial.


    Rapidly shaking his head side to side, Bertk felt all the hairs across his body stand on end as a powerful tingling sensation ran across his his left arm and the several areas where shallow cuts were, as if millions upon millions of ants were dancing the hokey pokey across his body. Drawing his gaze down to his arm Bertk was greeted to the incredulous sight of small tendrils of flesh and muscle raising out of his wound connecting both sides of the cut with the other, it stitched the wound shut until there was nothing but the excess blood he''d lost left dying his skin.


    Lifting his supposedly damaged arm Bertk mped his fist tight feeling his muscles were in tip top shape like a razor-sharp de hadn''t just severed the tendons in his arm. "What the fuck kid?" Bertk''s eyes diverted to Parc, wide and shocked.


    "I did say it would heal your wounds."


    "Yeah, no, I remember," Bertk pressed a hand to the blood-soaked ground and forced himself to his feet, "I''m just trying to figure out why the hell you gave a miracle serum like that to me."


    "You heard me, you might have use to me. You''ll be useless if your dead."


    "And what exactly is this use?" Bertk asked continuing to test his fixed hand for any irregrities, "If its getting you money I don''t see the point. You could make a damn fortune selling those things."


    "I could. Or I could keep them all to myself and pass them out to my allies My trustworthy allies that is." Parc''s expression went sly, Bertk realizing what he was insinuating immediately. A hint of interest quickly rose to Bertk''s brow and he nodded along.


    "Alright, I see what your getting at. I''m going to need more than a bunch of miracle juice to loosen my loyalties," he rubbed his thumb against his index and middle finger, the universal sign for some mary reward.


    Parc hummed, head bobbing to the side, "what would you say the most valuable mineral except for dust would be?" he questioned, genuinely curious as he had zero idea.


    "tinum, no doubt about that. Only metal around that''s got decent aura channeling in it." Bertk hummed out an answer.


    Parc smile grew stronger, his hand digging through his satchel to unveil in it arge ingot of pure tinum, "would this be enough for your loyalties then?"


    Like with the potion Bertk''s eyes bugged out at the tinum ingot, his mouth hanging wide as he reached out to pluck the ingot from Parc, sending a surge of aura through the ingot which grew a slight shimmer of pastel green that dissipated when Bertk retrieved his aura from it. "Well fuck me five ways to Sunday. Damn right it will." Bertk not so subtly pocketed the ingot into his outfit and held a hand out to Parc who took it into a hearty shake.


    "Keep tossing me those gems and don''t fuck with me and I''ll do what you want."


    "Perfect."


    ncing around the demistifying vige centre he soon caught sight of Carmine, her legs practically crossed with her shorts loose and dripping with a white fluid at the crotch. Slowly lumbering towards the three with a sai in hand and hand over her belly. Eyes locked firmly on Parc with pure, scathing at the fact she was drawn to such a horrible state that lead to her loosing their bet so handidly.


    "Want me to do anything about her?" Bertk cracked his wrists and neck, while not at peak performance he may be able to hold off a pissed off Carmine for a few minutes at least.


    "No, it''s alright," Parc responded already striding to meet Carmine at the middle. When they got closer Carmine stumbled into a lunge, ready to ram her tri-tipped sai into Parc''s chest. When her arm rose Parc''s hand shot out, catching her wrist while his other hand quickly came to her belly, pressing forcefully into the scarlet gem hidden just below her belt.


    In the seconds just after electricity spiked through Carmine''s body, her back arched, her eyes rolled into the back of her skull and her teeth ground together as a powerful surge of pleasure surged through her. Finally ending with her convulsions causing a gushing squirt to push out of her pussy, spritzing out her fluids and Parc''s seed over the ground before going limp.


    Kurome quickly rushed to them to catch her newpatriot before she could hurt herself and slowly lowered her down to lying on the ground unconscious. Patting his hand down over his jacket Parc grew a softer smile, watching as Kurome tended to her new ''friend'' by gently stroking her unconscious locks of red hair.


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