I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Throughout his nearly thousand years of medical practice, Adolf treated countless patients, including many who had been harmed by necromancers.

Symptoms like Martha's are obviously caused by a curse from the dead. The curse is what makes her brow so dark.

While curses can be considered a type of injury, they are certainly not the specialty of healing mages.

But he had already boasted to Vivian that if he couldn't cure this girl, his precious apprentice would fly away again.

Martha looked at Adolf and Jacques and instinctively wanted to avoid them. She couldn't sense their strength, which meant that their strength far exceeded hers.

"That's right. Last night she encountered a necromancer. Her wound was cursed, and healing spells couldn't heal it. I could only stitch it up, but the curse is still attached to the stitched wound," Charlotte nodded.

"Let me see the wound," Adolf said, looking at Martha.

Martha hesitated for a moment, but with Vivian's help, she lifted her clothes to reveal the wound on her abdomen.

The stitched wound was covered in a thick black mass, and it was bulging outwards, resembling a black centipede, which looked quite frightening.

Adolf frowned. This was a very typical necromancer curse, completely out of his league.

However, since she had already agreed, she had to bite the bullet and give it a try. She took out her magic wand, began chanting a spell, and pointed the wand, a beam of green light landed on the wound on Martha's abdomen.

The blackness at the wound had not faded, and the wound had not healed. Martha's face grew even paler, and she almost slipped and fell while supporting Vivian.

"No, we must find a light mage to remove the curse first, otherwise healing spells will only hasten its spread," Adolf said, stopping his hand and frowning.

This curse isn't high-level, only level five, but the undead curse is troublesome; apart from light mages, everyone else gets a headache when they encounter it.

"There are no light mages in the Abyss," Charlotte replied.

  

"Go to Kalva. I know a light mage there," Adolf said decisively. "She can't hold on much longer in this condition."

"But she is a necromancer after all. If she goes to Kalva and encounters a light mage, won't she be exorcised on the spot?" Vivian looked at him with worry and a hint of pleading. "Martha is a good girl. Becoming a necromancer is entirely her own fault. I don't want her to suffer in Kalva."

Vivian's words were seven parts pleading and three parts threat, quite apt, and even Charlotte couldn't find a single fault with them.

Adolf looked troubled upon hearing this, looked into Martha's eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Little girl, you yourself said, have you ever harmed anyone?"

Martha looked into his eyes, her pupils contracting slightly, and said firmly, "I have never harmed anyone. I only collect the spirits of monsters and the dead."

"She wasn't lying." Adolf withdrew his gaze, looked at the black cat that Vivian was holding under her arm, reached out and grabbed it, examined it carefully for a while, and said with some surprise, "This little lion is quite interesting. It's not entirely a product of the undead, it still has some vitality, and it doesn't have much resentment, unlike the demons raised by necromancers, which are full of resentment, and even the necromancers themselves may be devoured by them at any time."

"Indeed, this little thing is quite intelligent," Jacques agreed.

The master and apprentice were both quite worldly-wise, and this was truly the first time they had ever encountered such a situation.

Adolf pondered for a moment, then said, "Don't worry, I will bring her safely into Kalva, find a suitable light mage to heal her, and then send her back."

"I trust your word, I'll go with you." Charlotte stepped forward and took the unconscious Martha from Vivian's arms. The situation was critical, and they could only place their hopes on Adolf.

"Let's go, our carriage is not far outside." Adolf didn't waste any more words and walked out first.

Charlotte, carrying Martha, quickly followed.

"Hide this little thing well, don't let anyone see it, or it will cause you trouble," Jacques instructed as he handed the lion cub to Vivian.

"Okay." Vivian nodded quickly, not forgetting to say to Adolf, "Master, we agreed, you must save Martha."

"Don't worry, my good disciple, your master still has some connections," Adolf said confidently.

Adolf's carriage was parked on Bacca Street. It was a luxurious carriage pulled by four white unicorns, with a prominent emblem of the Physicians' Association on it.

The coachman was a strong, muscular man who was dozing against the carriage door. However, as soon as Adolf approached, he immediately opened his eyes, stood up, respectfully opened the carriage door, and then looked at Charlotte, who was holding Martha, with a puzzled expression.

Charlotte felt the sharp, sword-like gaze. This middle-aged man gave her a sense of unfathomable depth, and his strength far surpassed hers, at least at level six or above.

A sword lay beside him, its blade wrapped in gray cloth, making it inconspicuous.

As expected of the Grand Elder of the Physicians' Association, even the coachman possesses such formidable strength.

"Jonah, back to Calva, to the magic academy," Adolf instructed the coachman before getting into the carriage.

Charlotte carried Martha into the carriage, and he could clearly feel the driver's gaze lingering on Martha for a moment, obviously noticing Martha's unusual behavior as well.

The interior of this carriage was extremely spacious, more than twice the size of his own. The walls were upholstered in animal hides, and the floor was covered with hand-woven carpets. There weren't many dazzling gemstone decorations, so it looked understated and comfortable.

Jacques followed him into the carriage and explained with a smile, "Jonah is not only the driver, but also the teacher's protector and a trustworthy confidant."

Jonah closed the car door and drove away.

"He also noticed Martha's abnormality. Are you sure you can find someone willing to remove the curse from her without making things difficult for her?" Charlotte looked at Adolf and voiced her doubts.

"Professor August of the Calva Magic Academy happens to be a level seven light mage. I saved his life, so getting him to cast a Holy Light spell is a piece of cake," Adolf explained.

Charlotte had heard of August's reputation, and it would be best if he could lend a hand.

Adolf had saved his life, so this matter shouldn't be difficult.

When the carriage left the abyss and entered the city, it took the fast lane, so there was no need for a stop and inspection.

Adolf was the privileged class in the city of Calva.

He is not only a veteran of the medical association, but also a respected figure in this relatively young metropolis.

Before long, the carriage arrived at a magnificent gate. This was the Calva Magic Academy. In the square in front of the gate stood a huge magic wand, a hundred meters tall, with a huge crystal ball embedded on top, shining brightly in the sunlight.

The coachman exchanged a few words with the guard at the gate, who then opened the gate and allowed the carriage to enter.

Charlotte felt a pang of emotion. Adolf was already considered a very low-key individual. After reaching the top tier of strength, he was able to enjoy many of the benefits and respect afforded to the powerful.

The carriage stopped in front of a school building. Jacques stood up and said, "Teacher, it's class time now and there are a lot of students. It might not be appropriate to take that girl off the carriage. I'll go and fetch August."

"Go ahead, just say it's my idea." Adolf nodded.

The carriage had come to a stop, and Charlotte laid Martha flat on the wide bench. Her face had become even paler, the blackness on her face had deepened, and a black line had appeared on her palm. The curse was spreading rapidly.

The situation was urgent, and Charlotte couldn't help but feel worried.

This young woman has a good heart and is a person who keeps her promises. If she were to die while searching for herbs, he would definitely feel guilty.

"Jacques! I'm still in class. What are you doing? Even if Lord Adolf wants to see me, he can wait a few minutes." A somewhat complaining voice came from outside.

As soon as the car door opened, Jacques led a well-dressed middle-aged gentleman into the carriage.

This middle-aged gentleman must be Professor August. He looks very upright, with his blond hair neatly combed back, wearing a black suit, a bow tie, and a mustache. He also has a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his nose and is holding a book in his hand. It seems that he was dragged from the classroom by Jacques.

"A necromancer?" As soon as he entered, August's gaze fell on Martha lying on the bench, but he quickly frowned. "A necromancer cursed by the undead? And a little lion at that?"

Charlotte didn't speak, but glanced at Adolf.

"That's right, this little lion is a bit special. First, help her remove the curse of the dead. I'll tell you the rest later," Adolf said.

"This...isn't that inappropriate?" August looked at Adolf and shook his head. "If she really is a necromancer, I would kill her with Holy Light as well, as you know."

"She's different. She doesn't have any vengeful spirits on her. She refined all the undead into a little lion, which became her spirit pet. Moreover, she didn't refine vengeful spirits, but only the undead of magical beasts, so she wasn't tainted with too much resentment, which is very special," Adolf explained.

"Only refining the spirits of magical beasts? That's rather unusual." August was also somewhat surprised upon hearing this. He stepped forward, placed his finger on Martha's forehead, and then closed his eyes.

A ray of golden light entered Martha's brow from between his brows.

About three minutes later, August opened his eyes, staring at Martha in disbelief, and muttered, "How is this possible?"

"What?" Adolf looked at him.

"Just as you said, there is almost no resentment on her, and the remaining necromancy is dissipating. It will completely disappear within a month, and then no one will think she is a necromancer anymore." August's brows furrowed. "Becoming a necromancer is a path of no return. I have never heard of anyone who can return to normal after becoming a necromancer. This girl is beyond my comprehension."

"Professor, if you don't remove the curse from her soon, you'll have to say goodbye to this girl forever," Charlotte couldn't help but remind her.

August glanced at Charlotte, his gaze sharpening slightly. "We seem to have met somewhere before?"

"Charlotte Clayton, Nolan's son," Jacques introduced.

Auguste suddenly realized and nodded slightly to Charlotte: "I was a friend of your mother's and visited your home, but you were too young to remember."

"Hello, Uncle August." Charlotte established a connection without hesitation, then reminded him again, "Please cast Holy Light on her as soon as possible; her condition is not optimistic."