I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

August took out his magic wand and began to silently chant a spell.

A dazzling golden light shone from the tip of the magic wand and then fell upon Martha, enveloping her.

The black resentment between Martha's brows receded rapidly like melting snow, turning into black mist and dissipating in the golden light, with a ghostly figure still faintly visible struggling within.

This process lasted only a minute before the golden light faded and the black aura on her body completely dissipated.

However, Martha's aura also became extremely weak, and she even stopped breathing.

At this moment, Adolf took out his magic wand, silently chanted a spell, and a surge of life force flowed into Martha's body.

Her pale face began to regain color, and her stopped breathing resumed and became steady.

Three minutes later, Martha opened her eyes and looked at everyone with some confusion.

"You're awake," Charlotte said.

Martha's gaze focused, and she suddenly sat up from her chair, slipping behind Charlotte and looking at August with a tense expression.

She instinctively felt a strong sense of threat from him.

"This is Professor August. He and Master Adolf saved you," Charlotte said, pulling him out from behind her.

"Th...thank you," Martha said somewhat awkwardly, her eyes still secretly wary of August.

She didn't know August, but she had heard of Adolf.

She just couldn't understand why a light mage would agree to save her; shouldn't he have eliminated her immediately?

"Don't be afraid, little lion. Since the Holy Light spell didn't harm you, I naturally won't subject you to any further judgment," August said with a smile, sensing Martha's tension.

As he said, Holy Light can not only remove the curse of the dead, but it is also a deadly attack for necromancers.

However, Martha did not show any discomfort when she received the Holy Light baptism, which shows that she has indeed not harmed anyone and is not tainted by resentment.

  

The Holy Light spell not only removed the curse from her, but also cleared away the remaining necromantic energy from her body, and she is now no different from an ordinary person.

Martha sensed the goodwill August was showing, and her tension eased somewhat.

"However, I'm still very curious. How did you become a necromancer? Logically speaking, you come from the Lion Tribe and have extremely high talent. You don't need to rely on such unorthodox methods to improve your strength. Also, what is your relationship with Schumacher?" August looked at her with suspicion.

Martha hesitated for a moment before explaining, "I...I am the daughter of Chief Schumacher of the Lion Tribe. My uncle Scar, in order to seize the chieftainship, colluded with a necromancer and assassinated my father. While fleeing, I was cursed by that necromancer, which turned me into a necromancer. During my escape, I discovered that devouring the spirits of magical beasts could alleviate the pain when the curse flared up, so for the past year, I have been wandering the wilderness, searching for and devouring the spirits of magical beasts."

"Such a tragedy has befallen the Lion Tribe. Schumacher and I are friends, and I never imagined you were his daughter." August was both wistful and surprised. "However, you said you gained the ability to devour the dead because of a curse. That's quite unusual. Where did those devoured spirits go?"

Charlotte gave the professor a strange look. Something seemed off. Was he addicted to pretending to be her uncle?

"After consuming the undead, my belly gradually grew bigger, like I was pregnant. Until two days ago, I felt it was about to come out of my belly, so I risked entering the abyss and found it." Kasha looked at Charlotte.

Charlotte explained somewhat helplessly, "I operated on her and took out a small black lion from her stomach. It was probably a combination of life and death."

"Incredible! Where is that little thing now? Can you take me to see it?" August asked excitedly and eagerly.

"Don't you still have classes to attend?" Jacques reminded him.

"It's alright, it's just a class. This is something I've never heard of in my two hundred years as a magician," August said without hesitation.

"Alright, let's go then. We were going to go to the Abyss again anyway." Adolf nodded.

Jacques told the coachman, and the carriage drove away from the magic academy.

August sat down opposite Charlotte and the others, looking at Martha with great curiosity, and asked, "You said you've been in the wilderness for the past year, and the magical beasts didn't attack you? Even on the night of the red moon, the frenzied magical beasts didn't attack you?"

Adolf and Jacques also looked at Martha with curiosity, as this question also intrigued them.

Martha's strength is not particularly great; she has not yet broken through to level four.

Even experienced adventurers dare not stay in the wilderness on a night of the red moon.

The rampaging monsters swept through everything, violent and hostile.

How did Martha survive in the wilderness?

"I..." Martha hesitated, glancing at Charlotte.

Her unique physique might make her a subject of study in the eyes of some people, and she certainly doesn't want to be kept in a cage for observation.

These three people in front of her are too powerful. If they have any designs on her, she simply cannot refuse them.

Charlotte picked up the thread, saying, "She talked to me yesterday. According to my analysis, it's possible that her male lion bloodline is relatively pure, close to that of magical beasts, causing them to mistake her for one of their own. And on the night of the red moon, the curse on her body may have given her another layer of disguise, avoiding the hostility from the crazed magical beasts."

"The curse of the undead can ward off the hostility of magical beasts? This is the first time I've heard of such a thing." August frowned. "However, the night of the red moon is indeed the best time to collect enough undead magical beasts. Tens of thousands of magical beasts die every time the red moon falls beneath the walls of Kalva."

"I wouldn't dare go down to the walls of Kalva to collect the dead; I might get killed if I'm not careful," Martha muttered.

Everyone smiled knowingly.

Her statement wasn't just a wild guess. If the guards of Kalva discovered a necromancer collecting the spirits of magical beasts under the cover of the red moon, she would definitely become the target of everyone's wrath.

Upon hearing this, Charlotte had some other thoughts in her mind.

After the cub was cut open from Masha's belly, her strength increased significantly, indicating that there should be some connection between the two.

Martha's progress in strength is extremely slow, as she scavenge for scraps in the wilderness.

But if he can absorb tens of thousands of undead monsters under the city of Kalva, wouldn't her strength increase at an exaggerated rate?

That's something to look forward to.

However, before that, it is necessary to determine whether the devoured spirits of the dead will still bring her positive feedback after the little lion leaves her body.

Charlotte shielded Martha from some of the questions, and he didn't intend to reveal to August and the others that Martha had escaped the influence of the Red Moon's demonic influence by relying on the thorny grass, and that their trust level hadn't reached that point yet.

Chatting along the way, the group made it back to the abyss without incident.

To keep a low profile and avoid attracting excessive attention from the Medical Association, Charlotte had Adolf stop the carriage at the end of Bacca Street, and then they walked back to the clinic in groups.

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