Organ rental company in another world

"Let go of me! Give our young master's money back!"

The henchman whose wrist had been grabbed by Norn immediately reacted, struggling and yelling for Norn to let go.

The commotion attracted the patrons in the shop, and the bard's joyful singing came to an abrupt halt as all eyes turned to Norn and his companions.

Norn reached with his left hand toward his henchman's right hand, which was gripping the money pouch, and with a forceful pull, took the pouch back into his hand and released his right hand.

The assistant quickly pulled his hand back, and the red mark on his wrist was clearly visible.

"You say this money bag is yours, then let me ask you, how much money is inside?"

Norn turned to Hopis and held up the money bag, waving it in front of him.

"Hmph, I'm a generous philanthropist when I go out. I even give two silver coins to beggars on the street. With so many places to spend money, how would I know how much money I have left?"

Hopis could lie without batting an eye, and he recited the whole thing without stammering. It was obvious that he had done this kind of shady business quite often.

"You don't even know how much money you have in your pocket, yet you have the nerve to say this money is yours? You may not know, but I do. There are 26 gold coins in there!"

"There isn't a single silver or copper coin. No matter how wealthy you are, you surely know how many gold coins are in there, right?"

Norn didn't even believe himself after he finished speaking, because he didn't know how much money was inside.

Norn simply grabbed a few coins and tossed them into his purse before leaving. He had just made up the number of 26, but he figured Hopis wouldn't dare to verify it himself.

Norn's words caused quite a stir among the surrounding drinkers:

"Good heavens! 26 gold coins! I haven't saved that many in all my years, and he just carries them around all the time?"

"If it were me, I wouldn't even care how many gold coins there were; I'd remember every scratch on a gold coin. Who is this kid? He doesn't even care about gold coins?"

"I know him. He is the son of Sir Torres, and a captain of the guard under Duke William."

"The captain of the guard's son? I thought he was some young master from a wealthy family. He's shamelessly showing off. This money bag must belong to that young man."

……

Seeing the situation turning in Norn's favor, Hopius was at a loss for words. His two henchmen were watching him expectantly, hoping he would come up with a brilliant plan to break the deadlock.

Damn it, what brilliant plan could I possibly have?!

It's all because those two idiots were too clumsy and got discovered! Otherwise, they would definitely have gotten their hands on that bag of gold coins by now.

But even if you lose money, you can't lose face!

Hopius composed himself and resumed his arrogant demeanor:

"Consider yourself lucky. I'm in a good mood today and don't want to argue with you. Consider those twenty-odd gold coins a reward from me. Just don't do such shameful things again."

After saying that, Hopis looked at the two henchmen behind Norn: "Let's go!"

The three hadn't walked far when the waiter suddenly called out to them, "Sirs! You haven't paid yet!"

Hopis pulled out two gold coins, slammed them heavily on the table, and mimicked Norn's nonchalant manner: "Keep the change, the extra is yours!"

"Wait a minute."

Norn's voice came from behind the three of them.

I was inexplicably framed as a thief, and they made it seem like I was being given charity by them.

It felt like being fed a mouthful of shit; the good mood from the meal vanished instantly.

If Norn could tolerate this, he'd be a saint!

"Ouch! Boss, he hit me with something!"

One of the henchmen felt something hit his head. He looked down and saw a shiny gold coin clinking on the ground.

He quickly squatted down and stuffed the gold coins into his pocket.

The next second, Norn's fist, accompanied by a whooshing sound, was about to strike his face.

I'm hungry!

The henchman was sent flying by a punch, his head hitting the bar. Before he could recover, Norn straddled him, delivering high damage with both his left and right punches.

The henchman's cheeks were black and purple from the beating, and he kept howling in pain, but he soon discovered something delightful.

This beating wasn't for nothing! Every three punches Norn threw, he would pull a gold coin from his purse and toss it at him.

Earn a gold coin with just three punches! Is there really such a good deal in the world?!

This injury can be cured with a low-efficacy healing potion that costs 80 silver. As long as you don't die, this is a lucrative business!

So the patrons around saw a strange scene: a boy was riding on top of another boy and punching him violently, while the boy cried out "more and more" as he was being beaten.

Hopius stared at the comical scene with wide eyes, feeling a pang of jealousy towards his lackey.

Damn, this guy has already earned five gold coins in just a short while!

I'm so envious!

But he couldn't just go looking for trouble. He certainly coveted those gold coins, but saving face was more important.

His other henchman couldn't hold back any longer and immediately ran up and shouted:

"Stop hitting my brother! Come at me if you have a problem!"

Norn turned around, grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the ground, then stood up and continued to beat him.

The henchman who had been beaten up earlier, his face swollen, stuffed the gold coins into his pocket while cursing, "You bastard! Don't steal my business!"

Ha ha ha ha!……

The patrons around burst into laughter, and the entire tavern's customers gathered to watch the spectacle.

Hopis's face turned a deep shade of liver with rage, and he cursed inwardly: These two good-for-nothings!

To save face, Hoppis rolled up his sleeves, ready to teach this country bumpkin who had embarrassed him a lesson.

"You fucking get up! Stop bullying my little brother, come at me!"

Norn stopped what he was doing upon hearing this, and cracked his knuckles together:

"What? Are you jealous of how much money your little brother is making?"

"Pah! I just couldn't stand you bullying my little brother. Today I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Hoppis received personal instruction from his father from a young age. Although he wasn't very skilled, he was still confident he could beat up a country bumpkin.

He lunged forward and threw a straight punch at Norn's face.

Unexpectedly, Norn grabbed his fist with his right hand and squeezed hard, causing Hopis to grimace in pain.

Norn kicked him down again and then beat him up in the same way.

Hopis's face took a series of brutal punches, and even two of his teeth were knocked out.

However, he soon noticed something was wrong:

He's punched me ten times already, why hasn't he paid me yet?!

"Stop, stop, stop! Why are you only calling but not paying?"

"Money? I beat them up for business, but I beat you up because it's a duel with you. Didn't you ask to fight me?"

Norn then delivered another powerful punch, sending a white tooth flying with a red trail behind it.

Through his dazed and beating-filled vision, Hopius saw a familiar figure emerge from the crowd. Grasping at a straw, he shouted:

"Help me! Karentin! This madman is beating me to death!"