Organ rental company in another world

The Kingdom of Eton, capital city of Bathurn.

A one-armed, one-legged boy, leaning on a cane, hopped and skipped along the city's largest commercial street.

He was missing his right arm and left leg; his empty sleeves and trouser legs fluttered like flags as he jumped around.

Anyone would have thought he was just an ordinary disabled beggar, but this boy attracted a lot of attention from those around him.

It wasn't a look of disgust, but rather one filled with admiration and longing.

"Lord Norn! What are you doing here all alone? Stop right there, buddy!"

A man sitting in a carriage saw Norn on the street and was both surprised and delighted. He immediately told the driver to jump down.

"You look so pitiful. Where are you going? I'll give you a ride," the man said, helping Norn up.

Norn smiled as he looked at the man in front of him without saying a word. He wasn't pretending to be profound; he had simply forgotten who this man was.

Who is this guy again? He doesn't look familiar.

Perhaps sensing Norn's confusion, the man removed his top hat and explained:

"Excuse me, my name is Piscius, and I'm the owner of Château de Salon. The girl you rented your right leg to last week, I'm her father."

"Oh, I see!" Norn gave a practiced fake smile. "I wasn't planning on going anywhere, I was just bored at the hotel, so I came out for a stroll."

"I'm planning to go to a very nice restaurant. Would Lord Norn be interested in accompanying me?"

"Great, that's perfect, I haven't eaten yet either."

Norn nodded in agreement and was helped into the carriage by Piscius.

Two months ago, Norn was a college student who had just graduated and received an offer from a big company. He completed Earth Online ahead of schedule in order to save a boy who had fallen into the water.

Then, I was transported to this fantasy continent.

But Norn didn't have any system or the old man with the ring; his rebirth in another world only gave him one strange ability:

Organ transfer.

With the mutual consent of both parties, Norn can transfer his organs to someone else.

This ability seems useless at first glance, even a bit like a debuff, until Norn meets Duke Angrey, who has been troubled by the sheep's tail for decades.

Norn tried to shift the tone to Angre, and something amazing happened.

The effect of this transfer is not to conjure one out of thin air under Angre's crotch, but rather to combine the two swords and bring the quality of the organ to the same level as Norn's.

Thus, Angell regained its former glory, like rain after a long drought.

The next day, Angre was in good spirits and happily rewarded Norn with three hundred gold coins. Norn then discovered a business opportunity.

In Basel, there is a significant number of disabled people. Some want to race with children, some want to hug their lovers, and some want to see the world for the first time...

Norn's clients are these people; he prices different parts of his body and rents them out to these disabled people.

This track was unique, with no competitors, which allowed Norn to make a fortune and gain a good reputation, becoming a well-known figure in Basel.

But a good reputation doesn't mean everyone is as enthusiastic as Pisius.

Norn guessed that this person was being so ingratiating because he knew of the good relationship between Norn and Duke Angell and wanted to use Norn to get the Duke to take care of his business.

After a bumpy ride in the carriage, the two arrived at a restaurant called "Tikta".

Piscius had booked a private room, and Norn sat facing him.

A dazzling array of exquisite dishes were served, and Norn, holding a silver fork in his left hand, buried his head in eating.

Pisius, on the other hand, sipped his red wine leisurely, barely touching the dishes on the table.

When they had almost finished eating, Pisius picked up the bell on the table and shook it.

The door to the private room was pushed open, and two scantily clad women walked in.

No, I was eating. What's going on with these two?

One of the women sat on Piscius's lap, and Piscius kissed her hard, then turned to Norn and smiled:

"Lord Norn, after a meal, you should do some exercise to help digest. I've ordered one for you too, please don't be shy!"

Seeing another woman walking towards Norn, Norn could only helplessly wipe his mouth and then pull down his pants.

"I'm sorry, I can't accept your kindness right now."

Pisius got up and looked.

Good heavens, it's completely bare, there's nothing there.

"Lord Norn...you, you're actually a eunuch!?"

"What the hell! My darling was rented to a woman the day before yesterday. She said she wanted her husband to put himself in her shoes."

Norn wiped his mouth and said, "You play by yourself, I'm going to the window for a drink."

The woman left dejectedly, while Norn sat alone by the window, using the curtains to block out the erotic scene inside, quietly sipping his wine.

It wasn't until the strange noises inside disturbed Norn's concentration that he couldn't help but turn around and pull back the curtains.

This is truly immoral and disgusting! I must criticize it!

boom! ! !

As soon as Norn turned around, the door was suddenly kicked open, the loud noise startling the woman into screaming, and Pisius cowered in the corner.

Norn sobered up halfway and stared intently at the door.

Four soldiers, dressed in silver-white armor and fully armed, strode in.

Norn was stunned.

No, I've been here for over two months and I haven't heard of any crackdowns on prostitution.

Besides, is it really necessary to dress like this during a crackdown on prostitution?

Or did I accidentally offend someone, and now he's coming to take revenge?

Norn quickly pieced together his thoughts, which were now a jumbled mess from the alcohol, and couldn't recall any enemies he might have.

That means we have to crack down on prostitution.

Even if it's a crackdown on prostitution, he's not afraid!

Norn composed himself, finished the drink in his glass, and then slowly straightened up, supporting himself against the wall.

He pulled down his pants, revealing his bare lower body, and said boldly:

"See? I am a rootless person! They have nothing to do with me, arrest them if you want."

The soldiers looked at each other, stunned by the scene before them for a few seconds, before one of them finally spoke:

"Excuse me, are you Lord Norn?"

"Huh? Me, yes, that's me."

"That's great! We heard you can rent organs. Our leader would like to ask you for a favor."

Pisius sat on the ground, clutching his chest; the sudden attack had completely extinguished his interest.

But he dared not retaliate, for these men in white armor were all members of the Kingdom's army.

The atmosphere in the room instantly eased, and Norn waved his hand and replied, "I don't have time now, let's do it tomorrow."

"No, you have to come over now. Our commander said that if you don't want to, we'll take you over!" With that, the soldiers placed their hands on their sword hilts.

Seeing their firm stance, Norn had no choice but to back down.

"Alright, what do you want to rent? As you can see, the right hand, the left leg, and all the style are gone."

The soldier replied, word by word:

"Only rent brains."