I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"It smells so good, it looks so delicious. How did his cooking skills suddenly become so good? It's so unlike him..." From the second-floor window, the girl looked through the crack in the window at the three people and one cat eating roasted lamb around the fire in the yard, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Watching them devour the golden-brown roasted lamb, she couldn't resist the urge to open the window, jump down, and eat with them.

But her remaining rationality kept her in check; if she jumped, everything would be exposed.

Clearly, Charlotte already knew of her existence and was convinced that she was the one drawing "My Years of Wandering in Amman".

That's right, she illustrated the picture book.

For the past three years, she has been observing the man who lives next door.

She had spied on him showering countless times, and she knew every line on his body.

It wouldn't be fair to say she's too abnormal; since she doesn't go out, the number of people she comes into contact with each day is very limited.

In order to improve his painting skills, he could only focus on Charlotte.

However, to her surprise, Charlotte seemed like a completely different person during this period of time.

His personality changed; he went from a cold and aloof man to a gentle one, a change clearly visible in his eyes.

For the past three years, he would bring women home for the night, but he would never let them stay at his home for long.

  

But now his clinic already houses two beautiful girls: a girl with a baby face, huge breasts, and animal ears, and a mermaid maid—it's practically a dream duo.

What surprised her even more was that there was no physical relationship between him and the two beautiful girls.

At first, she suspected that Charlotte had been fooling around on Amman Street for three years, and with his weak little body, he couldn't keep up.

It wasn't until she secretly watched him shower again that she was surprised to find that he had become stronger.

When he was dressed, you couldn't tell at all, but when he took his clothes off, you would find that he actually had six-pack abs, with perfect muscle lines, which perfectly matched all her imaginations of what a man should be.

It was because she lost her composure that day that Charlotte noticed, which has caused her to live in constant fear that he will come knocking on her door.

And now she has discovered his second merit: his superb cooking skills.

Look how well he fed those two beautiful girls, how satisfied he is!

If it weren't for her status, she would have wanted to join them.

With superb medical skills, mysterious potions, a perfect physique paired with a handsome face, and excellent culinary skills, who wouldn't love a man like that?

He's practically the perfect male lead character.

Add to that the fact that a baby-faced, big-breasted animal-eared girl and a mermaid maid live under the same roof, and she's already imagined a hundred manga chapters in her head.

"Aren't you sure you want to come down and get something to eat?" Charlotte suddenly looked up at her.

"How...how did he know I was still here spying on them?" Heidi was shocked, covering her mouth and not daring to make a sound.

The goat on the grill had been mostly eaten, and only one of its four legs remained.

Charlotte took the knife, cut off the last goat leg, and tossed it toward the second-floor window of the bookstore.

Before the lamb leg even arrived, the window was blown open by a gust of wind, and then the lamb leg fell through the open window.

"oops!"

Heidi stared blankly at the open window for a moment, then was knocked to the ground by a flying lamb leg.

When she hurriedly sat up, she found herself holding a golden-brown roasted lamb leg in her arms.

It was a little hot to the touch, and it even stained her white dress with a grease stain shaped like a lamb leg, but... it was a whole, fragrant lamb leg!

Almost instinctively, she held the lamb leg and took a big bite.

The crispy, caramelized lamb skin wraps around tender, juicy lamb. One bite and the aroma of the sauce and the meat juices intertwine and dance on your tongue, creating an unforgettable experience!

"It's so delicious!"

Heidi's eyes widened. She had imagined the taste of roasted lamb countless times just from the aroma, but when she actually tasted it, she realized that her imagination was still lacking.

The lamb leg was roasted until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with no dryness at all. It was sprinkled with spices, giving the lamb a unique roasted meat aroma. The sauce seeped into the thick lamb leg meat, making even the meat inside full of savory flavor.

Before she knew it, she had taken several bites.

It was so delicious that she almost cried.

"Um... Boss, isn't this a bit much? What if there's no one in the room? Such a big leg of lamb would just fall on the floor and go to waste, wouldn't it? And if there are people, such a big leg of lamb could knock someone unconscious, that would be even worse," Vivian said with a regretful expression.

"Didn't you hear the chewing? He's enjoying his food." Charlotte ladled out a bowl of mutton offal soup, sprinkled some cilantro on it, took a sip, and said leisurely.

Heidi, who was chewing the lamb leg with relish, suddenly stopped, glanced at the big lamb leg in her hand, and wondered if she was really chewing that loudly.

However, holding the golden lamb leg in her hands, she couldn't continue pretending to be dead. After hesitating for a while, she got up, leaned against the window frame, opened the window, stood at the window, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Thank... thank you for the lamb leg."

The three people in the courtyard all looked up at the same time.

Standing in front of the open window was a girl in a white dress. She had delicate and lovely features, with long, black hair cascading down her back and gentle eyes. However, she was holding a large leg of lamb in her arms, and her white dress was stained with oil. Her lips were shiny with grease, indicating that she had just taken a few bites of lamb.

"What a beautiful young lady!" Vivian exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

"There really is a young lady here," Kaisa exclaimed in surprise.

Charlotte was certain that this was the girl in the white dress who had spied on him while he was bathing last time.

"Is it good?" Charlotte asked with a smile.

"Delicious, very delicious." Heidi nodded. This was the most delicious food she had eaten since arriving in the Abyss, a thousand times more delicious than the food her father made!

"What's your name?" Charlotte asked again.

Heidi hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Heidi."

"Heidi," Charlotte murmured, smiling at her. "I think I don't need to introduce myself, do I? Miss Heidi probably knows me better than I do."

Heidi blushed, feeling as if Charlotte knew she had been peeping at him while he was bathing, and all she wanted to do was disappear into the ground.

"Heidi, I'm Eileen. Are you really that bald man's daughter? I know him pretty well, and he's never mentioned having a daughter," Vivian interjected.

Heidi's face turned even redder, and her voice became even softer: "Um... I'm a bit socially awkward, and I usually stay upstairs, so very few people know I exist. My father usually doesn't mention me to others either."

"Hello, I'm Kai'Sa," Kai'Sa introduced herself.

"Hello..." Heidi nodded slightly, almost burying her head in the lamb leg.

"Socially anxious? Your style is more like that of a social terrorist to me." Charlotte smirked.

"Thank you for the lamb leg, goodbye!" Heidi exclaimed in surprise, slamming the window shut, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation.

"My God! How did he know I'm an artist?!" Heidi slid slowly down from the window and sat on the floor, her face filled with terror.

The moment a lewd comic artist dies is when their true identity is exposed!

She never imagined that such a thing would happen to him!

She lowered her head and took a bite of the lamb leg; now, only the delicious lamb leg could fill the void of fear in her heart.

Charlotte glanced at the closed window but didn't press the issue. After all, it was confirmed tonight that the bald boss did indeed have a daughter named Heidi.

A goat weighing over 50 pounds ate until it was stuffed, and half of the goat offal soup ended up in Vivian's stomach.

It can be said that she single-handedly held up half the sky.

"This is so comfortable, boss. You should go out into the wilderness whenever you have free time, catch a few goats and roast them," Vivian, her belly full, suggested earnestly to Charlotte.

Charlotte looked at her speechlessly and said, "This morning you were worried I wouldn't be able to come back, and tonight you're just pushing me into the fire for a roasted goat?"

Vivian replied matter-of-factly, "I think if you go into the wilderness, the wild animals will be the ones who suffer. Who can do anything to you?"

"That's true." Charlotte smiled, stood up, and said, "Alright, you take care of cleaning up, I'm going to make some potions."

"Alright, you can go now. Anyway, I've finished my crafting task for today, so I refuse to work overtime." Vivian wiped her oily hands, took out her magic wand, and began to cast a cleaning spell.

The super-large refining furnace in the apothecary workshop increases the efficiency of potion refining tenfold; this is the charm of a standard chemical workshop.

Currently, intermediate-level hemostatic and cleaning agents cannot be refined in the workshop's large cauldrons. Using the same materials and standard refining process, it is impossible to simply refine agents with better efficacy.

Therefore, Charlotte has begun to consider improving the formulas of hemostatic and cleansing agents in order to enhance their efficacy.

After changing into her work clothes upstairs, Charlotte was just about to enter the alchemy room when there was a knock on the door.

Kasha and Vivian had just finished cleaning the backyard and came out.

"Who is it? Knocking on the door in the middle of the night?" Vivian was a little surprised and was about to go forward to ask.

"Wait a minute!" Charlotte called out to her, looking towards the door with a somewhat serious expression.

He sensed an ominous aura, and he was certain it wasn't Monte, who liked to knock on the door in the middle of the night. Even through the door, the aura made him feel uncomfortable.

"Step back. If anyone rushes in, use the talisman for self-defense," Charlotte instructed Vivian. He then slowly walked towards the door, holding a Thunderstorm Talisman in his hand. His consciousness controlled his spatial ring, and the Judgment Sword would appear in his hand the moment he thought of it.

"The clinic is closed. Come back tomorrow morning," Charlotte said loudly, stopping two meters away from the door.

"Help...help me..." A weak voice came from outside the door, sounding like a young girl's voice.

Charlotte frowned. The weakness in her voice didn't seem feigned, but the closer she got to the door, the stronger the unease in her heart became.

Reason told him not to open the door, otherwise he might get into trouble.

"Go to another clinic; this one is closed," Charlotte replied coldly.

"Help me...please, my baby is about to be born..." A weak voice came from outside the door. The door creaked, and it seemed that someone was slowly sitting down on the floor. Low breathing could be heard coming through the crack in the door.

"It sounds like a pregnant woman is asking for help. Boss, let's open the door quickly, or we'll both die." Vivian stepped forward and reached out to open the door.

"Wait a minute." Charlotte grabbed her hand, shaking her head with a serious expression. "I feel something's strange."

"Strange? Shouldn't saving lives be the priority?" Vivian wondered.

"It's the aura of the dead." Charlotte pulled Vivian behind him, finally understanding what that unsettling aura was.

"An undead!" Vivian gasped, shrinking immediately behind Charlotte, her voice trembling. "Is...is it an evil necromancer?"

"Possibly, but he doesn't seem very powerful." Charlotte nodded, but the necromancer outside the door didn't give him a strong sense of oppression, nor did he cause any obvious vibration to the clinic's level four magical shield, indicating that the guy knocking on the door was probably less than level four.

"Should we open the door and take a look?" Vivian asked in a low voice.

Charlotte hesitated for a moment, then said, "Step back, I'll open the door and take a look."

His knowledge of necromancers was limited; he had never encountered one before. He only knew that the treant Amos had been cursed by a necromancer, causing him to be trapped in the abyss and unable to receive sunlight. In order to help him break the curse, he consulted some books.

Necromancers are generally considered to be in the evil camp. In order to increase their power, they often absorb the resentment of the dead, which often leads to some tragedies.

To this end, Kalva set up a bounty board, and killing the necromancers on the bounty board would yield a considerable reward.

Even if a necromancer is not on the list, killing them will still earn you a reward based on their strength.

For this reason, necromancers are almost universally hated on the continent of Aesop.

If the other party is an evil necromancer, Charlotte wouldn't mind trading her head for a bounty.

Necromancers below level four are probably not worth much money.

Vivian obediently pushed herself to the counter, holding a magic talisman in her hand, and shielded Kasha behind her.

The sounds outside the door gradually weakened, and the cries for help ceased; the other person seemed to have fainted.

Charlotte still held the Thunderstorm Spell in her hand, reached out and pulled the latch, slowly opening the door.

The light from the clinic fell on the entrance, where a figure shrouded in a black cone-shaped cloak stood. He was not tall, about the same height as Vivian, and exuded an aura of death.

Charlotte's pupils contracted slightly; her weak cries for help were feigned, and her unconsciousness was also faked, all to trick him into opening the door.

A pale little hand emerged from beneath the black cloak, pulling down the wide hood that covered her face to reveal a small, palm-sized face with short, golden hair and two golden animal ears peeking out from it. Her eyes were also golden, and her features were beautiful, but her complexion was extremely pale, making her look no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, or even younger.

A little lion, a real beastman girl.

"You're a doctor, I need your help," the girl said, looking at Charlotte.

Her voice was a little hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time, and sounded somewhat rusty.

This has left Charlotte somewhat bewildered.

In his imagination, shouldn't Black Magic Silk be a withered old man or woman, wearing a tattered black cloak and leaning on a mage's staff as tall as a person?

Why is she a beastman girl?

And he's from the Lion Clan.

In his memory, there weren't many lion-beastman tribes on the continent of Aesop, but the lion tribe that Vivian impersonated was one of them.

As the overlords of the grasslands, the lion-type beastmen possess formidable strength once they reach adulthood.

Those who choose to become necromancers are mostly from races of low strength and status. When they have no hope of improving their own strength and their lifespan is about to end, they choose to sell their souls to the devil in order to obtain the power of the undead.

This lion-like beastman girl does not belong to this category.

"Are you a necromancer?" Charlotte asked warily, still clutching the talisman in her hand, her Judgment Sword also ready to be drawn at any moment.