“Or I could have a certain sum of gold delivered to the bank or other holding facility of your choice. It is the new standard now, isn’t it?” The ghoul studied Parish now. His head slowly turning from side to side. “I can fix this man, Doctor. I just need the right instruments and some simple equipment. He needs a transfusion. It’s a blood sickness. That is all.”

“He’s dangerous.”

“Not after we are done with him, Dr. You and I will cure this man.”

“Where will you get the blood?”

von Boch waved his arm slowly around the Barracks. The other men stood at attention, ready to do their part. “My men are ready to give.”

“What can I do?”

“I’ll show you.”

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