Organ rental company in another world

Chapter 151 Tandinger

"No, please stop, okay? Consider those two blood crystals a gift from me, just let me go, alright?"

Uru knelt on one knee, his right hand resting on his broadsword, panting heavily. His body was covered with large and small bloody holes, and half of his clothes were soaked in blood.

Farai was much more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

Although he wasn't very strong, Farai always managed to dodge attacks while leaving wounds on Uru with his unpredictable movements.

Uru, sensing impending death, cowered and begged for mercy, but Fala had no intention of letting him go.

Several fireballs rushed toward Uru, each one positioned with perfect accuracy, both obscuring Uru's vision and forcing him into the location Fala had anticipated.

Farai suddenly appeared in front of Uru, his blood-stained hooked dagger raised high in his hand.

A flash of light, and the curved dagger was deeply embedded in Uru's skull.

Farai forcefully hooked outwards, the tip of the knife piercing through Uru's brow, and then Uru's entire forehead was hooked off.

The light in Uru's eyes quickly dimmed, and his massive body collapsed limply.

Farai crouched down, found a clean spot on Uru's body to wipe the dagger clean, and put it back into his robe. The forest behind him had already been ignited by his fireball.

"Don't just stand there, go put out the fire." Farai said wearily, the battle had taken a heavy toll on him.

While the others were putting out the fire, Fala's gaze swept over Norn beside the carriage and he noticed that Norn had actually woken up.

After conveying the location to Sharred, Norn retrieved his brain.

Shared told him that the spies used trained crows to deliver messages, and the messages would reach the capital in about a day.

A day later, Dante will descend upon the vicinity, and that will be his and Arno's chance to escape.

"Mr. Norn, it's been a long time. You can just call me Falley."

Farley walked up to Norn, who was bound by ropes and unable to move.

"Don't try to get close to me. I have nothing to talk to you about, you lackey of Angre."

"You really don't know what's good for you. If it weren't for Lord Angre, you would be dead by now," Falley said, frowning.

Then Falley's tone softened considerably: "Lord Angre is not as bad as you think. He is a great man with lofty ideals. Before long, his statue will stand in the center of Baserón, and his great achievements will be recorded in history books."

"Heh, I don't think someone who indulges in such lust can have any lofty ambitions."

Norn looked at Arno, who was fast asleep on the altar, and asked, "What are you going to do with it?"

"This is Lord Angre's ideal; we will use it to kill Dante."

"Use it to kill Dante? Are you out of your minds? It was being chased and killed by Dante before."

"That's because it's not yet complete. Once we rework it, that will be Dante's death!"

Falley's voice rose sharply: "Aren't you being hunted by Dante? Join us, I'm very interested in your methods of controlling evil gods."

Norn was somewhat persuaded. Ever since he learned of Dante's ability to teleport, the whole world had become fraught with danger. If he didn't get rid of Dante, he would have to live like a rat, hiding for the rest of his life.

But the olive branch that Fala extended to him was also unreliable; he had already been deceived by many people and could not easily trust them.

Moreover, he was an accomplice in the "murder" of the king, and staying in Basel with them was like a moth drawn to a flame.

Seeing that Norn had not answered for a long time, Farai stood up and said, "You don't need to rush to answer. When we get back to Baseron, you'll have plenty of time to think about it."

Tandinger Academy of Magic is located on a flat-topped mountain in eastern Baseron. It gathers almost all the magical geniuses in the world, and the minimum graduation standard is advanced magician.

Dante strolled through the central square, with the Dean and Vice Dean following behind him.

The two men looked even older than Dante, but in fact, the two of them combined were not as old as Dante alone.

The vice-dean was carrying a golden birdcage. The crows used by the spies to deliver messages would be attracted to the cage and fly back with the letters.

Dante was not comfortable entrusting the entire task of receiving messages to the kingdom, so he carried it with him at all times.

"Your Majesty, how has everything changed since you were here?" the Dean asked humbly, leaning on a wand.

"Of course, things have changed a lot. I remember the statue of Bimbisara didn't have all this gold on it back then," Dante said, pointing to the statue in the center of the plaza.

The statue's clothes were trimmed with gold thread, making it look more ornate than a normal stone statue, but Dante considered this superfluous.

"This was a suggestion from a student. We thought it was good at the time, so we adopted it. If you feel it's not suitable, we will change it immediately."

"Hurry up and change it. Bimbisara is simple, otherwise we wouldn't be wearing these rustic brown robes." Dante then began to ramble on about the contents of the Holy Scripture, making the two abbots frown.

Compared to these two old feudalists, Dante seemed even more feudal, intolerant of any reform of the sect, and only repeating the same old clichés from his books over and over again, which even the two old men found annoying.

At that moment, a figure flashed past them from the side, and the next second a dragon-blooded sword slashed toward Dante's face, stopping at his forehead.

"Austin! What are you doing?! Put the sword down!"

The dean angrily rebuked her, and only then did Austin put down her sword. The corridor not far behind her was crowded with students watching the show.

Austin sheathed her sword and slung it over her shoulder, turning back to them triumphantly: "How about that? It was a deal, one gold coin each, and none of you are getting away."

Unexpectedly, when the students who were watching the play saw the dean's fierce eyes, they all scattered like birds and beasts.

Osjan was about to give chase when the dean stopped her in her tracks: "Miss Osjan, this is outrageous! You actually bet on His Holiness the Emperor! What if His Holiness the Emperor—"

"What's wrong with him now? Isn't he perfectly fine?" Austin was unconvinced, secretly looking forward to the impending punishment, preferably expulsion.

Since her confinement ended, William had left her here, and the monotonous school life quickly bored her.

The dean looked at this troublesome student with a headache. If she were an ordinary student, he would have kicked her out long ago. But she was a relative of Duke William who had forced her in. In the end, he had no choice but to let Austin leave.

Dante, watching Austin's departing figure, asked, "Was she Louisa's sister?"

"Yes, sir. Oh, please don't take what happened just now to heart. Ever since she came in, she's been thinking about how to cause trouble every day."

"How is her magical talent?" Dante continued to ask.

"Very mediocre, currently only at the level of a high-level mage."

Dante nodded, his gaze softening considerably.

One monster like Louisa is enough for the world.

Just then he heard the sound of flapping wings behind him. He turned around and saw a crow fly into the birdcage with a tube of letters tangled around its leg.