Organ rental company in another world

"Lord Norn, since you have too many assets, especially weapons and equipment, we can't set a price for them before they can be converted into currency at the auction house. Let's register an account for you first," the bear-man suggested.

"Okay, but you'd better take good care of my things."

"Of course! Our warehouse is heavily guarded, and entry and exit require inspection; no one can steal anything!"

The bear-man eagerly led Norn to the second floor, where the decor was even more luxurious than on the first floor. The floor was no longer carpeted, but covered with a large, smooth, white chalk stone. The light from the chandeliers was reflected, making the entire hall bright and airy.

They came to a counter where a man wearing an eye mask was resting in a hammock, with a bottle of wine and a wine glass on an exquisite wooden round table beside him.

"Cough! Cough cough!" The bear-man coughed twice in an attempt to wake the man, but the man just turned over and went back to sleep.

"Sorry for the commotion, I'll go call him." The bear-man awkwardly went behind the counter, stretched out his thick index finger and gently patted the man's face. "Wake up, work is on."

Upon hearing this, the man slowly removed his blindfold, stared at the bear-man's awkwardly smiling face for a while, then got up somewhat angrily and took out a notebook from the cabinet.

"Is this a withdrawal or an account opening?"

"Yes, Lord Norn. Where do you intend to place the mark?"

Seeing Norn's puzzled expression, the bear-man quickly explained, "This is a magician hired by our savings bank. He will leave a mark on your body, and you can then use this mark to withdraw money from other savings banks."

I see. That's quite safe. Norn originally thought they would give him a badge or something as proof, but now it seems this approach is safer.

"This will do," Norn said, pulling up his sleeve and pointing to the upper part of his right arm.

The man opened his palm and placed it on Norn's right arm.

"It might hurt a little."

Suddenly, a flash of blue light appeared on his palm. Norn felt as if he had been branded with a hot iron. Then, a large black tree tattoo appeared on his right arm. This was the symbol of the Demi-human Savings Bank.

The man then asked Norn for information while writing it down in his notebook, and at the same time, the palm of the hand he used to cast the spell was glowing.

"Alright, Mr. Norn, I've recorded all your information into the imprint. How much do you plan to store?"

"Let's start with 20,000 dragon coins," the bear-man replied.

"Twenty thousand...twenty thousand!?" The man looked up abruptly, staring at the bear-man's face, thinking it had misspoke.

"Is this amount enough? If not, we'll record it as 30,000. Your assets certainly far exceed this. Once we've assessed your savings amount, I'll immediately send someone to notify you to come and make the changes."

"Depositing 40,000, no problem, right?" Norn replied casually.

"Absolutely no problem!"

The man looked at their conversation and was somewhat confused. In the past, customers who came to deposit money and could deposit four or five hundred dragon coins were considered big customers.

People with tens of thousands in assets are usually from large families and have no need to save.

After confirming it several times, the man finally dared to write down the shocking number in his notebook.

Norn looked at the tattoo on his arm and recalled the burning sensation he had just experienced. The pain was very similar to the feeling when Angre cast a curse on him, which made him curious about the magic.

"You can register information using this mark? What's this magic called? If it's inconvenient to answer, then never mind."

"It's not inconvenient at all. This magic is called Labeling Spell." A proud expression appeared on the man's face. "I developed it."

"Mr. Liao Lisha was a top student at the Tandinger Magic Academy. This labeling spell was developed by him when he graduated. The savings bank took a liking to this spell and hired him with a high salary."

Under Mr. Liao Lisha's training, almost every savings bank now has staff who have mastered this "magic," greatly improving the security of currency savings.

With the bear-man's introduction, the man named Liao Lisha raised his nose even higher.

No wonder the bear-man was so respectful to this guy. It's true that in any world, people who have technical skills can get by.

"Can't this mark be removed?" Norn asked.

"Unless you cut the whole piece of meat out, it will stay with you forever."

"Hmm...it sounds a lot like a curse..."

As soon as Norn finished speaking, Liao Lisha's eyes lit up instantly:

"Yes, yes! It's a curse! It seems you're quite knowledgeable about magic. I developed this spell based on the principles of curse magic, adding my own understanding..."

Finally, Liao Lisha held Norn's hand and began to tell his story. The bear-man wanted to stop him from continuing, but seeing Norn's expression, he realized that Norn had clearly listened, so he didn't stop him.

Ah, it seems humans really do worship magic.

"Isn't my magic very useful? It costs very little magic power! Yet it can permanently imbue an object with information, and it's not difficult to learn! Even demi-humans, who are known as magic idiots, can learn it!"

I could have used this magic to become a distinguished alumnus of that year, to have my portrait hang in the hallways of Tandinger, but that monster just happened to graduate in the same year as me!

Liao Lisha's eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was trembling with sobs.

"What monster?"

"Luisa! That's the 'female Dante'! Normally, graduating and being able to pull out a fifth or sixth-tier spell is impressive, but that monster just pulled out a ninth-tier spell!"

"Could you tell me the specific name of that magic?" Norn asked curiously.

"It's called 'Reality Fraud,' and its specific effects are pretty abstract. It's something like creating a copy of yourself and bringing it into the same world. Ugh, how can such a completely useless spell be recorded in a book? Isn't that ridiculous..."

After that, Liao Lisha began to verbally attack Louisa, belittling how flashy and impractical her magic was, and how useful her own magic was.

Norn seemed uninterested and somewhat impatient.

Suddenly, he thought that since the other party had a great deal of knowledge about curse magic, why not ask him about the Killing Curse?

Even Louisa was powerless to do anything about it, but this man in front of her looked like a research geek, so maybe she could pique his interest in the curse and get him to help her find a way to break it?

"Liao Lisha, since you were able to develop this magic that will go down in history, you must be very knowledgeable about curse magic, right?"

Hearing Norn praise her like that, Liao Lisha smiled proudly again: "Of course, I practically read through every book in the academy library to find the right labeling technique."

"Could you please take a look at this curse for me?"

As he spoke, Norn turned halfway around, pulled down his collar, and showed Liao Lisha the brand on the back of his neck.