Make a Contract with Me and Become a Fifth-Tier Conqueror (2)

Clatter.

I set my spoon and chopsticks down on the table.

I poured him a glass of water and handed it over.

The middle-aged man sitting across from me was missing an arm, so I'd been helping him like this for years.

"Here you go."

"Kid, I've still got a hand and a foot, you know. Don't go doing things for me without asking... Anyway, is your little sister doing all right?"

"Her mental age is still a bit low, but physically, she's incredibly healthy. Even the doctors were surprised."

"You devoted yourself to her. Heaven must've lent a hand."

"It's thanks to you, Uncle."

"What did I do?"...