Organ rental company in another world

The demi-human girl awoke from her brief coma, feeling something darting around on her body.

As soon as she opened her brown eyes, she saw a strange man groping her body.

"Wow! That's a pervert!"

She screamed and kicked Norn's right cheek with all her might.

The effect was not obvious; Norn felt weak and even wanted to be kicked again.

Norn removed his foot, holding up a leather strap he'd ripped from her body, studded with numerous small, concealed weapons: "Who sent you? Why did you ambush me at night?"

The demi-human girl, seeing her defensive weapon gone, was filled with terror, her animal ears drooping: "Nobody sent me... I'm sorry, I just wanted to steal some money..."

"Steal money? What do you need money for?"

"Eliminate...eliminate the curse." As she spoke, the demi-human girl pulled down her collar, revealing a strange brand on her chest.

"I escaped from Hocklim in the south. I was a slave of a viscount who cursed every slave. If the curse wasn't broken before they reached adulthood, they would become mindless madmen."

Her tone became hesitant when she said the word "slave," and Norn could probably tell why:

There are very few mages who can cast curses. It usually costs around twenty gold coins to ask a mage to cast a curse on someone. It would be too extravagant to give this treatment to every slave.

Therefore, there are only two possibilities: either this demi-human is deceiving himself, or the girl may be a prospective sex slave.

Judging from her appearance, it is clearly the latter.

During his carefree days in Baserone, Norn had heard patrons in brothels praising the beauty of the hybrid offspring born from the union of a human and a demi-human.

They not only lack the fluffy body hair of purebred demi-humans, but also retain the cutest animal ears on demi-humans, and their cries are quite pleasant to hear.

The union of humans and demi-humans rarely produces offspring, making this hybrid sub-human race extremely rare. As slaves, they are incredibly valuable, and some people even travel to the Demi-human Federation specifically to abduct demi-humans in order to produce such slaves.

If this is their status, then it makes sense for the viscount to use a curse to restrict the slaves in order to prevent them from escaping.

Norn carefully examined the demi-human girl in front of him. She was petite with delicate features, and with fluffy ears on her head, she was absolutely adorable!

"How much do you want?" Norn looked at the shocking brand and, out of compassion for those who also bore the shackles of branding, asked.

She clearly hadn't expected Norn to ask that, and replied in a soft voice, "400 gold coins..."

Norn didn't say much. He bent down and pulled out the box of gold coins from under the bed. He opened it, and the box full of gold glittered in his eyes, leaving him stunned.

She found Norn distributing money to adventurers in the bushes next to the church. She learned that Norn had money, which was why he planned to steal. But she never expected that he had so much money!

The wooden box is a specially made box for storing money. Inside are wooden grids, with each grid holding eighty gold coins.

Norn took out five stacks in one go, poured them into a leather bag, and handed them to the demi-human girl.

"Take this, break the curse, and find a place to live a good life."

The demi-human girl stared in disbelief at the heavy bag for a long time.

She took out a gold coin and looked at it closely for a long time. The half-length portrait of the king on it was clearly visible. This was the first time she had ever looked at a gold coin so closely.

During the two years she escaped from the viscount, she stole everywhere to survive, and she could hardly afford to eat a full meal every day, let alone save money.

Now that I suddenly have so much money in my pocket, everything around me feels unreal.

"Um...my benefactor! Could you tell me your name? I will definitely repay this kindness!"

"Norn Pierre, and you?"

"Xia Ya! My name is Xia Ya..."

Glug~

Xia Ya covered her stomach in embarrassment, her cheeks flushed.

Seeing this, Norn placed a plate of black bread on the table in front of Xia Ya: "Eat."

"Thanks……"

Xia Ya wolfed down the hard, dry black bread, her eyes gradually filling with tears.

The next morning, Norn treated Xia to breakfast again before seeing her off.

Norn brought another piece of blood crystal to the run-down restaurant.

As soon as he entered, he was hit by the smell of cheap liquor and warm, sweaty odor, but Norn had already gotten used to it.

Unlike the first time he came, the one-eyed owner, who was wiping glasses at the bar, forced a smile on his wrinkled, dark face when Norn entered.

"Haha! Look who's here! My good friend, do you have something good to sell this time?"

As he spoke, he took a bottle of wine from the shelf behind him, poured a full glass without a single bubble, and pushed it in front of Norn.

"This isn't like the swill those guys drink; it's a bottle of fine wine I've been saving for years," he whispered to Norn, bringing his face close.

"You can drink it yourself." Norn took out a piece of blood crystal and gently placed it on the table.

When Norn brought out another piece, the boss's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "My god, bro, who are you? You actually have two pieces?!"

"Leave your address, and I'll send someone to notify you as soon as a buyer comes in."

Norn frowned. "Is nobody buying now?"

"My good brother, do you think this is black bread? How could there be people wanting to buy it all the time?"

Norn pondered for a moment, then said, "I have a condition: the buyer this time must be a dark mage."

Unexpectedly, the boss's smile froze instantly upon hearing this request: "As long as we can make money, it doesn't matter who buys it, right? Why does it have to be those weirdos?"

"I have my reasons. Can't I give you more money?"

"Of course not! Do you think a dark sorcerer is a prostitute on the street?"

Not only are they hard to find, but they're mostly crazy paupers. Do you think they'd honestly offer you money to trade for something? The word "trade" doesn't exist in their dictionary! You'll be brutally tortured and killed, then they'll take your blood crystal and fly away!

The boss pushed the blood crystal back to Norn, saying, "You'd better find someone else."

Norn walked out of the restaurant looking somewhat lost and dejected.

"Damn black magician! Damn Angre!" Norn touched his crotch, his nose stung, and he almost cried.

When he obtained the Blood Crystal, he thought he could become a perfect person again, but now it seems that this wish is still a long and difficult road.

"Forget it, let's go find Louisa and get the money first. It's not appropriate for us to stay here any longer."

Norn remembered Louisa saying that dark magicians might be an organized group, scattered all over the world, and that he might find them somewhere else.