Organ rental company in another world

Under the mattress where Batel was sleeping, Norn pulled out two keys, one to open the iron cage and the other to unlock the shackles.

A few minutes later, all the iron cages were opened, all the shackles fell to the ground, and the demi-human girls cheered and rushed towards Norn, their words of gratitude flooding him.

"Alright, alright, if you're still hungry, go find something to eat. We'll go home in a bit."

Upon hearing this, the girls erupted in deafening cheers once again.

Norn saw that Pulsey, who had been stunned by the electric shock, had woken up, but his limbs were still very uncoordinated. He tried to stand up several times with his bound hands on the ground but could not.

"I advise you not to waste your time; your blood crystal is still in my hands."

Hearing Norn say this, Pulsey instantly became agitated: "If you dare touch them, you and your little brats will not live! Even with my hands tied, I can still use magic!"

"As long as you obediently come back to Miguang City with me, none of those blood crystals will be harmed."

As soon as Norn finished speaking, Pulsey felt his hand being placed on someone's shoulder.

"Hold on tight, come with me." Norn led the four of them to the carriage.

To avoid being searched, Batel and his men made a hidden compartment in the carriage using a partition, and Norn stuffed all four of them inside.

Finally, Norn had the demi-human girls move the remaining food onto the carriage. After making sure no one was left behind, Norn drove the carriage toward the cave entrance.

There were more than fifty demi-human girls in total. Due to the limited capacity of the carriage, Norn could only let the girls in poor condition get on the carriage, while the rest stayed by the side of the carriage.

Despite this, the joy of returning home kept them full of energy, and none of them complained of being tired.

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.

Inside a tavern in Miguang City.

Berto sat at a small table in the corner, with several bottles of wine and a half-eaten steak in front of him.

The tavern was bustling with noise, laughter, singing, and shouting that seemed to threaten to pierce the roof, but Berto seemed to automatically isolate himself from the cacophony, drinking one sip after another while his eyes remained fixed on a stain on the table.

Just then, a tiger-man sat down opposite Berto. It raised its slightly drunken eyes and realized that the newcomer was the owner of the tavern, who was also an old friend of its.

"Weren't you dealing with a human trafficking case? What are you doing here drowning your sorrows?" the boss asked.

"I canceled it yesterday, and I'm very free now."

"You've been investigating this matter the longest in the guard. Who else could take on this important task?" The boss said, picking up the bottle and pouring himself a glass.

"Don't talk about me, I'm a complete failure. All the leads have gone cold, and we'll never find those children again."

boom!

The tiger-man boss slammed his hand on the table, pointed at Berto's nose, and cursed:

"So you're just giving up? Leaving those kids here to drown your sorrows in alcohol? Where's your former courage?"

Berto was also furious. He slammed his wine glass down on the table, spilling the dark red wine all over his hands.

"You don't know anything! Do you think I don't want to save those children? My own Mira was kidnapped by those beasts, and I want to capture those humans more than anyone else!"

To catch them, I led my men to search the city day and night for carriages, questioning the parents of missing children, resulting in the deaths of several of my soldiers. I even…”

Berto wanted to say that he had secretly bought the Soul-Stealing Water from the black market to feed to Norn, but he stopped himself in time.

"What else do you want me to do? No one is in more pain than me right now. You have no idea what it feels like to lose your daughter!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Berto's keen eyes noticed the leather paper pasted on the wooden wall in the distance.

There was a smiling tiger-woman girl drawn in ink on it. Although it was a bit simple, Berto recognized that she was the boss's daughter.

Below the portrait was written a line: My daughter is lost. Whoever finds her, please bring her back to the tavern. I will give her five dragon coins as a reward.

Berto stared in astonishment at the serious-looking tiger-man before him: "Peccasie too..."

The tiger-man boss nodded heavily. "It disappeared three days ago. It just went out to play with its friends, but it never came back. I don't know if it was kidnapped by those humans."

The two felines quickly calmed down, silently poured themselves a drink, clinked glasses, and drank it all in one gulp without saying another word.

Before they knew it, both of them were drunk and passed out, and the surrounding noise disappeared as the other drinkers left.

Soon, only they and the cleaning staff remained in the huge tavern.

"Boss, boss, wake up! All the customers have left." A dog-headed waiter slapped the boss awake.

The boss got up groggily, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and just then a melodious bell rang outside, indicating that curfew was approaching.

It woke Berto and said, "Don't go back tonight, there's curfew now. I'll arrange a room for you..."

"Father!"

A childish voice rang out, and the tiger-man boss shuddered as if an electric current had passed through his body the moment he heard it.

It turned its head blankly and saw its daughter, who had been missing for many days, standing there covered in dirt.

"Father, I'm so hungry. Can you make me some meatballs?"

Is he still drunk?

The boss nervously pinched a few strands of his beard, fearing that everything before him was a hallucination created by alcohol.

He yanked hard, the pain was palpable, and his daughter was still standing there, laughing as she looked at him: "Father, why are you pulling your beard?"

"Ah! My darling! You're finally back!"

Overjoyed, the boss burst into tears and rushed over to hug his daughter tightly.

"Quick, make some fried meatballs, some grilled meat, and some juice!"

The owner turned around and hurriedly urged the waiter, afraid that his daughter would go hungry.

Berto, who witnessed all of this, also tugged at his beard, and after confirming that he was awake, he hurriedly ran to the father and daughter's side.

"Peccay, were you kidnapped by humans?"

Pecca nodded. "Not only me, all the lost girls have been rescued. They're being stopped by the guards in the square right now. Please go over there, Uncle Berto."

Upon hearing this, Berto didn't even bother to express his gratitude. As if possessed, he rushed out of the door and ran wildly towards the square.

Several lizardman guards patrolling the streets saw someone running around outside during curfew and immediately rushed forward to stop him.

Upon seeing Berto's face, they immediately stopped. "Big brother, should we arrest the captain of the guard?"

"What's the point of grabbing it? Just pretend you didn't see it. Pass this hot potato to someone else."

Berto ran all the way and finally arrived at the square.

In front of the enormous statue of the chief, a familiar carriage was parked, surrounded by a large group of demi-human girls.