I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Charlotte watched as the group chat shifted from mourning and remembering the Judge to focusing on him, the newcomer, and the guy codenamed "Merchant" even tried to transfer debts.

That's 2000 gold coins, which is 2000 million copper coins!

Even if you sold him, he wouldn't be worth that price.

So he thought for a moment, then quickly swiped his finger across the black stone screen and wrote a line of text.

[Miracle: Newcomer reporting in, please be kind to me, everyone.]

[Miracle: I met that uncle by chance and didn't inherit any of his debts. @Businessman]

Charlotte felt a little uncomfortable with this short online name.

He usually uses long names like "The Farmer's Three Punches Hurt a Little" or "This Name Really Has Ten Characters"...

Footsteps came from the stairwell, and Charlotte quickly put away the black stone and animal hide.

"Boss, that patient..." Vivian covered her mouth as she looked at the black robe and broken sword on the ground, as well as several footprints that had corroded the ground.

It looked like a scene of someone trying to cover up a crime.

She clearly heard a guest knocking and coming in, but out of caution, she didn't go downstairs.

Strangely, standing at the top of the stairs, she couldn't hear what they were saying.

She didn't come out from the stairwell until she was sure there was no more talking in the clinic.

"Don't overthink it. That patient was poisoned with an extremely potent toxin, and there's nothing I can do about it. All that's left are these two items." Charlotte interrupted Vivian's thoughts, not wanting to inexplicably become the image of a terrifying killer in the young girl's mind.

"Is that so?" Vivian asked, still somewhat skeptical.

"Use magic to clean the ground and those two items, and I'll take them away to dispose of them," Charlotte said again.

Joseph was poisoned too severely; he didn't want to die from the residue.

Vivian obediently used cleaning magic to clean the ground and Joseph's two relics, which gave her the illusion that she was an accomplice.

Charlotte wrapped the black robe and broken sword in rags, then carried them upstairs.

This is a rare item as determined by the system, one of only two items left behind by a powerful figure, a high-grade item that remained completely undamaged in the face of highly corrosive venom.

Throw it away?

That's a real spendthrift.

Charlotte doesn't mind that the original owner of the item is dead; in a sense, she's inheriting it.

  

"Could this really be a shady business?" Vivian watched Charlotte carry the patient's belongings that she claimed were to dispose of and walk briskly upstairs, and she felt increasingly uneasy.

……

Charlotte grabbed a spider from the corner and threw it onto the black robe. After confirming that there was no venom residue on the robe, she folded it neatly and stuffed it into the bottom corner of the wardrobe.

According to the system's assessment, this is a rare item that can conceal one's presence and make it easier to hide one's figure in the dark, making it an absolute must-have for nighttime travel.

As for the broken longsword, compared to the complete longsword, the difference is that it's not easy to sell it for a high price.

This longsword, which accompanied the Judge in his conquests and slayed countless demonic beasts, was forged from a meteorite from outer space and possesses extremely high sharpness and hardness.

But even the best sword, in Charlotte's hands, is not much different from a kitchen knife.

If it could be recycled and made into a scalpel, that would be a very good way to dispose of it.

Charlotte was extremely envious of the sharpness of the iron rod that Charlotte had just seen cut through an arm-thick iron bar with a single sword strike.

Thinking of this, Charlotte hurriedly went downstairs to find a wooden stick to prop up the door. Feeling that it wasn't secure enough, she pushed the stone bed over to lean against the door.

"When I have the money, I'll still have to buy a magic barrier and put it outside the door," Charlotte thought to herself.

Unfortunately, those things are like the difference between a combination lock security door and a wooden door; they are extremely expensive, even the lowest grade costs more than 10,000 copper coins.

Vivian went back to her room to rest, while Charlotte went into the study, locked the door, and took out the black stone and animal hide again, placing them on the desk.

The yellowish light flickered slightly, causing the black stone to glow and dim, vibrating slightly on the table and making a humming sound.

Charlotte quickly browsed the chat history. The Judge had died unexpectedly, and apart from the mysterious Night Watchman, all the other group members had chimed in.

Through their conversations, like piecing together a puzzle, Charlotte gained some understanding of the Judge's life.

As a knight who was close to being a demigod, the Judge's life was nothing short of legendary.

Having joined Red Moon for over thirty years, he has destroyed more than one hundred monster lairs and killed more than one hundred beast queens.

The most representative battle was ten years ago, when one man and one sword defended the city of Kant from a beast tide.

It was a small town guarded by only three high-level mages, but it faced a terrifying demonic tide led by the Beast Queen.

The judge who happened to be passing by managed to hold out for six hours by himself, and after slaying the beast, he successfully protected the city of Kant.

There are many similar achievements, each one enough to shake the region.

Strangely, Charlotte did not recall any such legendary powerhouse on the continent of Aesop.

He quickly found the answer.

The judges never publicize their achievements, just as the Red Moon organization is unknown to the world.

The nine members of the Red Moon organization do not show their true faces to each other, but refer to each other by code names.

Of course, this does not mean they are completely isolated.

Just as the judge borrowed two thousand gold coins from the merchant, and the craftsman forged the black longsword called "Judgment" for him, he also fought alongside the shepherd to sweep through the monster's lair.

The closeness or distance of a relationship depends on the individual.

The existence of Blackstone is simply to allow members who do not want to reveal their identities to participate in the organization's activities while maintaining secrecy.

By spying on the screen, Charlotte gained a general understanding of several members.

The merchant was indeed a merchant, and extremely wealthy, to be able to lend out 2000 gold coins so easily.

The technician must be a weapon forger, capable of forging rare-level weapons from extraterrestrial meteorites, demonstrating his exceptional skill.

The Shepherd, a powerful orc, is currently located in Kalvar, and his daily work is similar to that of the Judge.

The information about the "Light Chaser" is insufficient and their identity is unknown, but judging from their remarks, they should be a female member.

The information about the witch is also insufficient, but it can be confirmed that she is female and lives by the sea.

The gatekeeper, a man of few words, uttered only the cryptic phrase, "May the giant spirit protect him."

The hermit is highly respected in the Red Moon and has frequent contact with the Judge.

The Night Watcher, Charlotte hasn't spoken since joining the group, and is the initiator of the Red Moon event.

Miracle, a complete newbie who knows nothing.

……

[Witch: Newbie, what's your job? @Miracle]

[Technician: It's definitely a knight. The Judges have always looked down on mages.]

[Shepherd: Warcraft has become quite active lately. We need to deal with more Warcraft lairs before the once-a-decade beast horde surge arrives.]

Charlotte thought for a moment and replied: "I'm a doctor; I study medicine to save the world."