Organ rental company in another world

The more Norn looked at the black leather bag, the more convinced he became of his guess that this was the same bag the savings bank had given him to carry money in.

Afterwards, he gave the bag, along with the more than two hundred Tianbi inside, to Xia Ya. As for why the bag is now here, the truth is obvious.

Norn walked behind the counter, snatched the purse, and glared at the man, asking:

"I'm asking you, where did this thing come from?"

The man stammered, "Yes, I went to the savings bank to deposit money, and they gave it to me..."

Norn scoffed and continued, "Then where is your mark?"

"A mark?" The man was bewildered; he had no idea that there was such a thing as a mark when saving money.

"You don't even recognize the bank's logo, and you're saying they gave it to you? Tell me! Who did you steal it from?!"

Norn angrily grabbed the man's collar, the noise startling his two sons who were eating nearby.

The man grabbed Norn's right hand with both hands, struggling and shouting, "What are you stealing? This is mine! Let go of me!"

Upon seeing this, Berto quickly asked, "Lord Norn! What are you doing?"

"This purse used to be mine! I gave it to a little girl, and it had over 200 Sky Coins inside! They stole it!"

Norn slammed the briefcase hard onto the counter, scattering the Earth Armor Sea Scales all over the floor.

"Tell me! What did you do to that little girl?"

Seeing that the man remained silent, Norn raised his hand and slapped him.

The sharp sound startled the two sons, who burst into tears on the spot, and a clear handprint quickly appeared on half of the man's face.

Just then, the wooden door behind the counter was kicked open, and the old bald man heard the noise and quickly ran out.

"What's going on? Put my son down right now!"

Upon seeing his father, the man immediately cried out, "Father! This brat is unreasonable! He just barged in out of nowhere and slapped me!"

The old bald man was furious after hearing this and demanded of Berto, "Berto! Control your friend and give me an explanation for why you hit my son!"

Norn threw the man down, picked up the black leather bag, and held it out to the old bald man: "Your son stole my friend's things. Did you know about this?"

The old bald man's expression turned serious after hearing this, and he asked his son on the ground, "Did you steal something?"

Seeing his father's reaction, the man immediately admitted, "Yes...yes, I did steal it..."

Upon hearing this answer, the old bald man became even more agitated than Norn, immediately rushing to the counter and straddling the man, hitting and cursing him simultaneously:

"You bastard! You're not doing proper business, you're just like those street thugs, stealing things! How much money is in your bag?"

"Ah! Oh dear! Yes, there are about 200 Sky Coins!"

"How much?! You've really gone too far! You dare to rob so much money! I'll beat you to death!"

After the father and son had put on a show of feigning injury for a while, the old bald man stood up angrily, bowed to Norn, and said:

"I'm so sorry, I'll return the money to you right away. Oh, and these two bottles of medium-strength treatment medicine, consider it my son's apology to your friend."

Looking at the two bottles of low-efficacy healing potions in his hand, Norn finally realized where Xia Ya had been tricked back then. None of those drug dealers were any good!

He threw the two bottles of medicine on the ground and smashed them, then asked the man who had just gotten up, "How is the girl?"

"Nothing much, I just grabbed the purse and ran." After saying that, the man picked up the purse and rushed upstairs to get money for Norn.

Time passed slowly in the awkward atmosphere of the store, and the old bald man smiled as he handed Norn the bulging leather bag.

"I'm so sorry, I'll definitely discipline him properly in the future."

Norn took the bag and left the apothecary with Berto.

"Bring the mop and wipe up the water on the floor. You all come and pick up the money!" the old bald man ordered.

"Father, why should we admit it? If we just refuse to admit it, he can't kill us, can he?" the man asked while busying himself.

"That kid has 200 Sky Coins, he's definitely not a simple person. Don't cause trouble before we figure out his identity."

"Tch, no matter how powerful his background is, can it be as strong as ours? We know Lord Ferrero, and even that guy Berto wouldn't dare to lay a hand on us."

"You're too arrogant, kid. Two hundred tian coins may be a lot, but they're not ours after all. It's better to avoid trouble..."

No sooner had they finished speaking than a blinding white light suddenly shone into the shop entrance, followed by an explosion behind them.

All the potions on the shelf were shattered by the lightning, and various colored potions mixed with glass shards flew everywhere, drenching them from head to toe.

The old bald man regained his senses and looked at the two tiny figures outside the door. Norn had just put his hand down.

"Damn brat! You don't know what's good for you!" The old bald man angrily ripped off his neck goggles and threw them to the ground. "Son! I'll remember this grudge. I'll make him kneel on the ground crying and apologizing to you!"

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.

Xia Ya carried an empty bamboo basket, with a dozen or so earth beetles in her pocket that she had earned from selling flowers.

Because of her cute appearance and pleasant voice, passersby are happy to patronize her business.

But because she lost the purse Norn gave her, she wasn't happy no matter how many flowers she sold.

That's 200 Sky Coins! How long would it take me to sell flowers to earn that much? What if Lord Norn suddenly comes back and sees me still living in this shabby little house? He'll probably be very disappointed.

Xia Ya walked wearily into her small, smelly room and collapsed onto the bed, only to be bumped by something hard.

When I got up and looked, it turned out to be the purse that had been stolen!

She hurriedly opened it, and inside was still full of Heavenly Coins, plus an extra note:

"Find something else to carry your money in. This bag is too conspicuous. If it gets robbed again, remember to come find me."

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.

After being delayed by Xia's matter, Norn and Berto returned to the dungeon.

In front of Pulsi was a bowl of brownish-yellow porridge, which he was kneeling on the ground, eating with gusto.

"You seem to be enjoying your meal. I brought you some dessert." Norn smiled and took out the bottle of Soul-Stealing Water from his robe.

"This is the Soul-Stealing Potion you were talking about?" Pulsi quickly stood up, looking curiously at the bottle of purple liquid. "What's it for?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just drink it and I'll give you the Blood Crystal."

Norn took out a huge blood crystal from his bag and waved it at him.

Upon hearing that he could play with the stones, Pullshi drank the potion without much resistance.

"Wow! What is this stuff? It's so bitter! Even bear bile doesn't taste this bad!"

Pulsi stopped drinking after only a quarter of the drink because it was so bitter, and kept spitting on the ground.

However, the next second, his movements suddenly stopped, and he fell to the ground motionless.