Organ rental company in another world

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Norn almost choked on his words.

"If he's Homan, then who am I?" Norn asked quickly.

The sea urchin man was a little confused by the question and turned to look at Shared.

"You've been fooled. That guy isn't Homan at all. The one sitting next to me is." Sharred took a bite of jerky.

"So someone is impersonating me? What does that person look like?" Norn asked.

"That guy is pretty strong, looks like he could fight, but his appearance..." The sea urchin man frowned and thought for a moment, "...is rather sleazy."

"Looks like it's Mur." Shared put the last bite of jerky into his mouth and stood up.

"Let's go, Homan. I'll need to employ you for a while after we get back. I'm worried that Uru and the others will come back for revenge."

"You don't need to tell me, Arno and I will go and get our revenge ourselves," Norn replied.

"Great! I appreciate you. After this is over, just name your reward, and I'll definitely give it to you!"

After replenishing their energy at the sea urchin man's place, the three continued their journey back.

When news of Sharred's safe return to the surface reached the Guild Master, he excitedly tore up the obituary and personally led a group to the entrance of the dungeon to welcome them.

In no time, the news spread throughout the entire Motu Village.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

At night, on the dirt road winding around the mountain on the west side of Motu Village, a few lights drift slowly through the woods.

Leading the group was a fat, ugly dog-headed man, followed by several people, two of whom were pushing a trailer.

Uru carried a backpack full of blood crystals, his right hand resting on his newly bought scimitar, humming a nonsensical tune.

"This isn't the Kingdom of Eton, is it really necessary to be so secretive?" Uru asked, looking at the increasingly dark forest around them.

"Well, although this place is far from the kingdom, there are quite a few people who believe in the religion of Yaro, and the city guard captain is one of them," the kobold explained in a harsh voice.

"Is the buyer you found reliable? Can he handle so many blood crystals?"

"I don't know about that, but their reputation is absolutely guaranteed! I've worked with them many times, and their prices have always been very fair."

"Besides, I already told them in advance that there was a lot of goods this time, and asked them to prepare more money, otherwise I wouldn't have brought this stuff over."

The kobold pointed his filthy finger at the two trailers as he spoke.

"I hope so. If you dare to lie to me, you know what will happen to you."

Uru made some tough threats, but the kobold obviously didn't take them seriously; those who do this kind of dirty work all have some real strength.

In the morning, Uru heard the news that Shared and the others had returned.

He knew that Shared wouldn't let him go, and if he stayed in Motu Village, he would be found soon, and then Homan would come with his monster brother to settle scores with him.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, he was no match for Arno, so he planned to sell the blood crystals quickly and then escape to another place with the money.

After making some inquiries, he found the dog-headed man in front of him, who was called "Dead Guy".

After walking for a long time, the kobold pointed to an eye pattern on a large tree and said, "This is it. This is the place they set up for the transaction."

Uru looked around but didn't see anyone else: "Why haven't they arrived yet?"

"Wait a minute, do you want some wine?" The kobold took a bottle of wine from his subordinate, plopped down under a tree, and asked.

Uru, of course, wouldn't drink their food, his right hand gripping the hilt of his knife tightly: "Don't try anything funny with me."

"You're such a paranoid person! I've been doing this for over ten years. Ask anyone if I've ever committed murder or robbery. If I really wanted to steal your worthless stones, you wouldn't even live to see tomorrow."

The kobold spat at Uru, then tilted his head back and gulped it down.

After a long time, the chirping of insects was broken by the sound of wheels, and light appeared in the darkness in the distance.

Uru braced himself, his eyes fixed on the approaching flames.

Several men in black robes emerged from the woods, followed by a carriage piled high with wooden crates.

The dog-headed man, reeking of alcohol, stepped forward: "You guys are so slow! My clients are getting impatient!"

The leader in black robes ignored the kobold and asked directly, "Who wants to sell blood crystals?"

"It's me!" Uru walked up and took the opportunity to sized up the dark mages.

The leader was tall and thin, with extremely pale skin showing through his robes.

And the look on their faces was even more horrifying.

His eyes were one red and one black, and the lower half of his face looked as if it had been gnawed by a wild beast, with dark red skin exposed, two rows of teeth clearly visible without the cover of lips, and the bone of his jaw exposed.

Given his gaunt figure, Uru thought someone had dug up a corpse from the ground; he looked like a skeleton covered in flesh.

Uru took off his backpack, opened it, and a blood-red light emanated from it.

Upon seeing such an astonishing number of blood crystals, Falai's pupils constricted slightly.

Uru quickly closed his backpack. "So? Did you guys bring enough money?"

"We need to inspect the goods," Falai said, not wanting to repeat the mistake of mixing magic crystals with blood crystals.

Uru hesitated for a moment, then the kobold patted him on the shoulder: "What are you worried about? You think you can sell things without letting people inspect them? What's wrong with your brain?"

Uru thought it made sense and handed over the backpack.

Several men in black robes took the backpack, took out the blood crystals one by one to examine them, and estimated their value based on their quality and size.

A few minutes later, a man in a black robe whispered something in Fala's ear.

"I'm sorry, we only have enough money to buy about ten blood crystals this time. If possible, could you wait until we go back and get the money before we come back to buy the remaining two?" Farai asked.

"So how much money did you bring this time?"

"Sixty thousand gold coins." Farai pointed to the wooden crates on the carriage behind him. "Each crate contains ten thousand gold coins."

Sixty thousand gold coins... sixty thousand...

Uru could hardly believe his ears. He had spent most of his life as an adventurer and hadn't earned even a fraction of this amount!

His mind instantly conjured up all sorts of ways to spend money, like eating twenty steaks every day, buying a mansion with a yard, and having ten women serve him every night...

"What a wonderful life!" Uru exclaimed sincerely.

But how long can this kind of life last?

Shared will definitely search for his whereabouts to the ends of the earth. If he has really settled down in some prosperous city-state, how long will it take to find him?

To live a carefree life, the destabilizing factor of Shared must be eliminated!

"I can give you these two blood crystals, but you have to do me a favor."

Uru suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of these dark magicians.

"What is it?"

"Help me kill someone. He's in Motu Village. He's Duke Wald's son, Shared."