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The next morning, Norn woke up in the luxurious king-size bed room that Mussolo had arranged for him.

A stack of brand-new clothes had appeared on the low table beside the bed, and next to it was an exquisite tray with a pot of hot milk and a few pieces of honey-preserved pastries decorated with flower petals.

After breakfast, Norn changed his clothes—a loose, dark blue robe with silver thread embroidered around the cuffs; it seemed that demi-humans all liked this kind of loose robe.

At that moment, there was a gentle knock on the door, and Norn replied, "Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and Berto came in carrying two large bags.

"Good morning, Lord Norn." Berto placed the bag on the table. "These are the gold coins and blood crystals you left in the carriage."

"Thank you. How are the children?" Norn asked.

"The chief has already sent people to take them home, so there's no need to worry."

"That's good, Lord Berto. After I've finished washing up, could you take me to the place where those people are being held? I have some things to do."

"You're too kind. Just give the word, and I'll be at your service anytime."

After listening, Norn asked, "Why are you so free? Aren't you the captain?"

Berto smiled somewhat awkwardly: "I have been dismissed from my post, but I deserve it. After all, I gave you the Soul-Stealing Potion, and according to the law, I should be sentenced to death. This punishment is already very lenient."

"Okay, let's set off in a bit."

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In the rock fortress where Norn was once imprisoned, the soldiers still respected Bertholdt, even though he had lost his position as captain. Soon they arrived at the dungeon where the prisoners were held.

Norn and Bertol each carried a bag, which contained Norn's blood crystal and Pulsey's "wives" respectively.

Norn felt increasingly excited as he got closer to Pulsey's cell.

Although he had no heart, the blood flow in his body was still noticeably faster.

Norn had been looking forward to coming to see Pulsey today since last night, thinking that with so many blood crystals, Pulsey must have a much deeper understanding of dark magic and that he would have a high chance of breaking the Killing Curse on him.

"What a roundabout way to go!"

Norn arrived at the door of Pulsey's cell; Batel and the others were locked in the cell next door.

Upon entering the prison, Pulshi was still in shackles, his legs were bound by the demi-people, and his head was covered with a sack.

He slumped against the corner of the cell wall, with only the burlap sack on his head bobbing slightly with his breathing.

Berto pulled the sack off, and Pulsi opened his eyes groggily, taking a while to make out the person in front of him.

"What? Are you going to arrest me and put me on trial?" Pullshi asked lazily.

"It's still early. I came here to ask you for a favor."

As he spoke, Norn turned his back, pulled down his collar, and revealed the brand on the back of his neck.

Do you recognize this brand?

Without even looking, Kopulshi casually replied, "Don't know... Wow!"

Seeing Pulsi's nonchalant attitude, Berto was instantly enraged and kicked Pulsi's slovenly face hard.

It already knew that it was Pulsey who killed its men, so this kick was not only to help Norn with the interrogation, but also mixed with its personal grudge.

Pullshi was kicked so hard he saw stars, and two of his teeth flew out. In his eyes, the two of them had turned into six people.

"Tch, who do you think you can kill with that little strength? Even a noble lady kicks harder than you!"

Berto's forehead was bulging with veins, and he was about to kick again when Norn stopped him:

"You kicked him to death, why should I ask?"

Then Norn gestured for Berto to step aside, squatted down in front of Pulsey, and said with a smile:

"With so many blood crystals, you must be quite skilled in dark magic. The mark I just showed you was a curse placed on me by a dark sorcerer. I wonder if you have any way to break it?"

"Hmph, a curse cast by dark magic must be broken by dark magic, and casting dark magic requires blood crystals. I would never harm them to help you!"

Norn knew things wouldn't go so smoothly, and a slow smile crept onto his lips. He then pulled a bluish-green stone from the pocket of his robe.

"Do you know where this stone was placed before?"

"I don't care where it is! These kinds of broken stones are everywhere!"

"It used to be a stone in a latrine in the city. I fished it out, and although I washed it clean, the stench still lingers. You can smell it."

Norn held the stone close to Pulsey's nose, and wisps of the smell of feces wafted into Pulsey's nostrils.

"Get it away! Are you a fucking kid? Playing with this filthy stuff!"

"Hehehe..." Norn's smile was even harder to suppress than AK's when he thought about what he was going to do later.

He took a piece of blood crystal out of the bag. "Loki is already a large crystal, and she wants to try other stones too."

"You bastard! Her name is Katie! What the hell do you want?!"

Pulsey had already figured out Norn's plan, and his eyes were instantly filled with fear.

Norn placed "Kadi" on the ground, then placed the stinking dung stone on top of the blood crystal and manipulated it by rubbing them together with his hands.

Pullshi was struck dumb; his eyes widened instantly, his mouth trembled as if from anger or fear, and then he broke down in a hysterical scream:

"Stop! Stop it right now! You bastard! That rock stinks! Katie's losing powder! It hurts her! Stop it!!"

"Oh? Really? I heard Katie saying it wasn't enough, let's add another one."

Norn was practically bursting with laughter, and pulled another stone from his other pocket.

This piece wasn't fished out of a cesspool; it's a piece of gravel picked up from the roadside. Its surface is extremely rough, and even a light rub of crystal against it can leave many scratches.

"You fucking dare!!!"

With red eyes, Pullshi roared through gritted teeth, and green magic circles appeared on his bound hands.

Norn's smile faded, and he took out a blood crystal from his bag, instantly producing white arcs of electricity in his hand.

With a bang, the blood crystal, which was flashing red light, exploded, scattering fragments all over the ground, and quickly lost its light and turned grayish-white.

"Loki...Loki!"

Pullshi stared blankly at the shards on the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping from her chin.

"You'd better behave yourself, or I'll blow up the rest too!"

Norn's right hand flashed with white light, aiming at the blood crystal.

"Okay, okay, I promise you, I won't hurt them anymore." Pushi conceded, sweating profusely.

"Don't worry, you don't need your wives to break the curse. I have plenty of blood crystals myself."

As he spoke, Norn reached out to Bertol, who was already dumbfounded, and handed him another bag of blood crystals.

Norn opened his mouth to Pulsey, and a dazzling red light illuminated his tear-streaked face.

"My God..."

Pulsey stared intently at the bag full of blood crystals, while Norn's gaze shifted downwards, only to discover that the guy had actually set up a tent!