Miss Witch’s Devotion Has Gone… Twisted

”Sir...”

The two fighting homeless people didn’t recognize Loren’s identity, but they knew he wasn’t someone to mess with, so they could only address him as ’Sir’.

”Why were you fighting, and how did that person die?”

As he asked the question, Loren took out a pouch of money, all silver coins inside, and gave one silver to each of them first. Their eyes immediately lit up.

This one silver coin wasn’t enough for them to turn their lives around, but it could buy them several full meals.

”That person died of illness. We two were fighting over his corpse.”

”Fighting over a corpse? What do you want a corpse for?”

Loren felt a chill run down his spine. They couldn’t possibly be so hungry they planned to eat the corpse, could they? Logically, only a Plague Believer would do something like that. And if they wanted to eat it, they could share it; there was no need to fight.

If they got injured, they had no money for treatment and could only wait to die. That would be a losing proposition.

”The corpse can be sold for money, for quite a bit of money.””What do they want corpses for?”

Loren found it a bit hard to understand. Only a necromancer would need corpses. And in this world, the cheapest thing was people. If a necromancer really wanted corpses, there were countless ways to get them. They could even kill on the spot. After all, necromancers have little moral compass, don’t care about the law, and have no need to buy them.

So Loren felt this matter was very suspicious and wanted to investigate.

”Take me to the place where they buy corpses. When the time comes, the money from selling the corpse will all be yours. Whatever the corpse sells for, I’ll give you the same amount again. That way you won’t need to fight.”

”Sir, are we going now?”

Hearing this, the two homeless men suddenly became excited. A corpse was worth quite a bit of money. If they split it fifty-fifty, they might feel a bit resentful. But Loren chose to give them another equal amount of money. They had no reason to refuse.

”You wait for me a moment first. I need to investigate something.”

Loren took Starnight from his head and placed it on Mirrorheart’s shoulder.

This trip might encounter who-knows-what. Loren planned to go alone.

”You must be careful.”

”Mm, I’ll head off now.”

”You two, pick up the corpse and lead the way.”

Loren didn’t put away his gun. This was also a form of intimidation against these two. People at the bottom who have lost everything are actually more dangerous. Those in the upper echelons might hesitate about this and that, not daring to attack Loren, but these people wouldn’t care about such things.

After all, their own lives were worthless anyway; death was just death. And the people of Uridia truly had much more fighting spirit.

”Sir, please follow us.”

While leading the way, one of the homeless men shot a wary glance at the crow on Loren’s shoulder. It was then Loren noticed he only had one eye.

”What happened to your eye?”

”When I was sleeping, a crow thought I was dead and ate one of my eyes.”

”Keep leading the way...”

A large part of the reason he was making this trip was the warning from his Intuition. His gut told him he had to investigate. Loren trusted his intuition very much, so he was willing to give up his chance to go out and play with the children to investigate.

After all, this was all for his and the children’s safety.

...

”Sir, we’ve arrived.”

The two homeless men brought Loren to a strange shop. There wasn’t much light here, it looked gloomy and eerie, seemingly a place that sold funeral items.

There weren’t many related customs here either. This place was just responsible for carving tombstones, customizing coffins, and such. A few corpses appearing wouldn’t be strange.

Loren didn’t know whether he should be relieved or not. At least the place for exchanging corpses put on some pretense, not directly sending them to an official location.

”Open up! We’re here to sell a corpse!”

”...”

Loren felt his earlier thought was a bit hasty. He had thought they would exchange a secret code, but he didn’t expect them to be so direct.

”Coming.”

The shop door opened. Inside was a man wearing a hazmat suit. His eyes were red. Loren guessed his identity: a vampire.

This kind of lab suit was quite hot to wear. Wearing it constantly was uncomfortable. Since he was still wearing it, it meant he had been handling corpses not long ago.

”Put the corpse down first.”

The vampire showed no intention of approaching the corpse. From start to finish, his expression was one of disdain—perhaps disdain for the corpse, or perhaps disdain for these two homeless men.

Only after the corpse was placed down did the vampire take a stick and poke at the corpse to confirm its identity.

”This is the corpse of a Uridian. The integrity is also good. You have good luck; it can sell for thirty silver. First stuff the corpse into a body bag for me and throw it into the warehouse.”

”Understood.”

When the two homeless men heard the corpse’s price was so high, they instantly became extremely excited. Putting aside their previous grudge, the two worked together to lift the corpse. After that, the vampire directly threw the money to them from a distance, showing no intention of getting close to them at all.

One homeless man grabbed the money and ran. The other instinctively wanted to chase, but in the end, he walked up to Loren with a pleading look in his eyes.

”Here you go.”

Loren directly gave him a gold coin with a one-gold denomination. Seeing the gold coin, the homeless man instinctively wanted to kowtow to Loren. Fortunately, Loren stopped him in time, but his body was still trembling with excitement.

The reason for giving him so much money was simply because Loren felt some emotion. A corpse, at most, was worth thirty silver. And Loren’s breakfast cost more than that.

For just these thirty silver, they had fought to the death. Their faces still had bloodstains on them now.

”Master Mentor, what brings you here?”

When the corpse was piled into the warehouse, the vampire disinfected the area with alcohol before taking off his hazmat suit. The clothes underneath the suit were still very proper.

”What do you want corpses for? Why are Uridian corpses more expensive than others?”

”These corpses are sold by us to necromancers or hospitals. Uridian corpses can be sold to hospitals to research medicine more suitable for Uridians. Other corpses aren’t as effective; hospitals don’t pay much for them. Most are sold to necromancers.”

”You know, due to the lack of sunlight year-round, the physique of Uridians is quite different from people in other places.”

”Is it sold to hospitals to research medicine, or sold to Plague Believers to research viruses?”

Loren’s tone was somewhat heavy. He deeply despised this kind of behavior.

”That I don’t know. Anyway, I’m just a middleman. And what does the life or death of humans have to do with our noble Bloodline?”

The vampire looked completely indifferent. He truly didn’t care about the survival or extinction of humans.

”So a noble vampire like you is here doing corpse collection work?”

”No, no, no. I’m a middleman. I don’t even need to touch the corpses. Others do the actual work.”

”The bitterness is theirs to eat; the lion’s share of the money is mine to earn. That’s what our Bloodline should be doing.”