I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

After witnessing the potion's miraculous effects, Vivian's enthusiasm for becoming an alchemist increased significantly, and even her hand holding the pestle became steady.

If we can't use magic in front of people, then let's find another way to heal and save lives!

Moreover, she would receive a commission of 1 copper coin for each bottle of potion she successfully prepared.

Having experienced days when she couldn't get by without money, she deeply understands the importance of money.

However, compared to the cleaning agents that could be easily boiled and served, Vivian still experienced a harsh reality check when making the hemostatic agent.

boom!

The bubbling liquid in the pot exploded without warning.

Fortunately, Vivian had been warned by Charlotte in advance and raised a water shield in front of the explosion, blocking the scalding liquid that was rushing towards her.

"What's going on? Didn't I follow the order exactly?" Vivian asked, completely bewildered.

"The third stirring was done in the wrong direction. Stirring in reverse caused the stability of the solution to be compromised, and then it exploded," Charlotte said calmly, leaning against the doorway.

"I see."

Vivian suddenly realized, a hint of shame on her face. She poured out the remaining small amount of red liquid in the pot, then silently chanted a spell, casting a water-based cleansing spell. A stream of water slithered like a serpent, quickly cleaning the messy alchemy room.

Charlotte's lips twitched. Magic really was the primary productive force. She drooled with envy.

Vivian has a good talent for potion making. Her affinity for water allows her to control the state of the potion in the pot more easily.

Instead of paying attention to her, Charlotte began to study the formula for the "Hydrating Essence".

This is the recipe for a "recovery potion" that the original owner purchased from the black market. However, the final product made according to the recipe had no significant effect on injury recovery and was therefore deemed a waste.

Thanks to Charlotte's hype, the discarded product, renamed "Hydrating Essence," has become the clinic's most expensive and profitable product.

Although it was unclear whether the landlady and the horse-faced demon would repurchase, Charlotte was still preparing to refine another batch.

Selling one bottle yields a net profit of over 700 copper coins; that's too easy money!

The beautiful afternoon passed by in their busy work. It was completely dark by then, and they felt hungry, so they stopped working.

Dinner consisted of two black breads, one for each person.

Charlotte felt very pleased to see Vivian enjoying her meal so much.

This employee can find Michelin-level happiness in eating such terrible dark bread; he's not fussy and easy to please.

Charlotte, who had been eating black bread for two days in a row, was the first to feel the pinch.

  

He's already decided that tomorrow he'll pay the rent, set aside money for medicine supplies, and use the rest to find someone to build a new kitchen on the second floor so he can cook for himself and improve his meals.

If you eat bread every day, you'll turn into a bread person sooner or later!

"Oh, right, I told my neighbor I hired a new employee, a beastman girl, so starting tomorrow, you'll have to wear this wig when you meet people." Charlotte took out the wig she bought on her way home at noon and handed it to Vivian.

"A beastman girl?" Vivian looked at the black wig in her hand, checked its direction, and put it on her head.

With her petite figure, delicate and adorable appearance, and a pair of black cat ears peeking out from her hair, she instantly transforms into an cute beastman girl.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad." Charlotte nodded repeatedly. "But these clothes need to be changed."

"Clothes?" Vivian looked down at her oversized black clothes, which were men's clothes she had stolen while changing clothes on the street.

Although they were cleaned thoroughly with water magic, their clothes had several holes in them from the process of evading capture.

Charlotte said with a serious expression, "I'll buy you a new outfit tomorrow. Remember, from now on, your name will be Eileen, from the Lion Tribe of the Stu Plains, who was kidnapped and sold to the Abyss."

"I am Eileen, from the Lion Tribe of the Stu Plains, and I was kidnapped and sold to the Abyss," Vivian repeated.

"You don't want your enemies to know you're hiding in the clinic, do you? Then remember this identity and don't give yourself away in front of others, or I won't be able to protect you."

Vivian nodded repeatedly.

This Lion Tribe wasn't something Charlotte made up; it was a real orc tribe, and a rather powerful one at that. It was said that the tribe was full of cat-eared girls.

Anna, who was on the cabinet, heard their conversation and immediately perked up her ears. She peeked out at them and then shrank back down.

After dinner, Charlotte handed the bedding she had bought at noon to Vivian and told her to go upstairs first. She then took out her tools from the cabinet and prepared to go upstairs to help Vivian fix the bed.

Bang bang bang!

Just then, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the door.

"Who could it be so late?" Charlotte suddenly became a little nervous, gripping the hammer tightly in one hand and the magic talisman in the other.

The darkness of the abyss, though not as dangerous as the wilderness, is far from safe.

Every night, someone dies quietly.

Landlords don't care about your life or death; they can always find the next person to pay their rent.

Charlotte, a Muggle who doesn't know magic, runs a profitable clinic and is seen by many as the most lucrative target for exploitation.

On the first page of the diary, it was written in bold: Do not open the door to anyone at night!

Charlotte remained silent, creating the illusion that he had gone upstairs to sleep.

The knocking lasted only a moment before a sword pierced through the crack in the door.

It was a black sword with a long blade, but the tip seemed to be broken off, leaving an irregular fracture.

Depend on!

Charlotte looked at the sword piercing the crack in the door and already knew what the person outside was planning to do.

Who is outside the door?

A patient in need of emergency care?

The original owner's enemies in Kalva? Assassins sent by the Medical Association?

Vivian's enemies, who were hunting her down, have come knocking on her door?

If it's the first scenario, there might still be room for maneuver.

If it's either of the latter two, then he might be having sex with Barbie Q tonight.

With a mere flick of the black longsword upwards, it held the iron bar, as thick as an arm, across the door, slicing it in two.

Charlotte's pupils dilated infinitely. What kind of divine weapon was this? Or rather, just how terrifying was the power of the guy outside the door?!

Ding-dong!

The iron bar hit the ground, and the gate slowly opened outwards.

At the entrance of the clinic stood a man completely shrouded in a black robe. The wide cloak obscured his face, making him almost blend into the night behind him.

"Who are you? Why are you forcibly entering my residence?!" Charlotte's heart sank to the bottom. His hand, which was holding the magic talisman, trembled slightly. If a conflict broke out, he would only have one chance.

Moreover, he wasn't sure if he could kill the man in black robes in front of him this time.

"Charlotte Clayton, don't be so nervous, I'm not here to kill you." The man in black took a step forward and stepped into the clinic's light, his deep voice carrying a hint of mocking laughter.

Even though he was standing under the lights, Charlotte still couldn't see his face clearly.

Charlotte never introduces her surname to the people of the Abyss, so this man in black should be from Calva, but she doesn't remember such a person.

The visitor said they weren't there to kill him, but that didn't put him at ease.

However, his gaze quickly fell on the black-robed man's feet, where black blood flowed outwards, like a strange flower blooming.

"That's right, as you can see, I'm injured, badly injured." The man in black robes reached out and took off his cloak.

It was a pale face, almost devoid of any color, yet with resolute features. Thick brown curly hair was casually combed back, and a short brown beard was almost connected to the hair.

Those golden eyes were like two bright lamps in the darkness, capable of seeing through everything.

This is a human being.

Charlotte was certain that he had no memories of this person.

But perhaps the other person recognized him and sought him out despite being seriously injured, hoping to receive medical treatment?

"Do you need help?" Charlotte asked tentatively.

He could sense the man's weakness; he had indeed suffered severe injuries and had been poisoned.

The blood flowing on the ground has begun to corrode the stone floor.

It's completely illogical that he can still stand here with such a high concentration of toxins in his blood!

"Perhaps that's true, but unfortunately, there's no one in this world who can help me." The man walked to the stone bed, sat down, and smiled as he lifted his black robe.

A black spike was driven into his heart, from which black blood flowed.

Charlotte was startled. The stinger, which looked like some kind of monster, was as thick as an adult's arm and had a very clean cut, indicating that it had been severed by a sword.

Given his education, with his heart pierced and severely poisoned, it would be more reasonable for him to be lying on the ground, rather than sitting here smiling and chatting with him.

"Who are you?" Charlotte looked into the man's eyes, her expression regaining its composure.

If a dying person suddenly comes to your door, not asking for medical help, then they must have come for your sake.

But he didn't even know who the other person was.

"Joseph Kane." The man chuckled self-deprecatingly, then added, "Of course, you probably haven't heard of me. The last time I saw you, you were only a year old, being held in Lynn's arms."

"You know my parents?!" Charlotte asked instinctively.

Lin is his mother's name, but more than ten years ago, his parents died in a monster horde defending Kalva.

"That's right, Nolan and Lin are old friends. I'm sorry I couldn't attend their funeral back then because I was busy with other things." Joseph's eyes dimmed and his voice became low.

Charlotte was certain that the man before her was an acquaintance of her parents and harbored no hostility.

But to suddenly show up when someone is critically injured and on the verge of death suggests that it wasn't just to catch up.

Could it be that you want him to avenge him?

Charlotte glanced at the broken longsword beside him. Even when severely wounded and on the verge of death, it could easily break an iron rod as thick as an arm. This terrifying strength was completely beyond Charlotte's comprehension.

Or are you planning to let him inherit the estate?

The legacy of a super-powerful individual is full of possibilities for Charlotte, who lives below the poverty line.

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