I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"I'm not going. I want to stay and keep my master company," Kasha immediately shook her head.

"I have to go into the wilderness, not to Kalva," Martha said, shaking her head.

Vivian shook her head upon hearing this: "Forget it, I won't go either. Aren't you supposed to be making potions for Kasha and treating the Fox Guards' injuries? You won't be able to manage. I'll stay and help you."

"Is everything alright with your master?" Charlotte knew very well how much Adolf cherished this precious disciple.

"Never mind him, I'm in charge in the Abyss." Vivian waved her hand dismissively.

Charlotte didn't say anything more after hearing this. He was indeed very busy tonight, and Vivian staying behind could help him with a lot of things. He immediately assigned her a task: "If you're not busy this afternoon, extract the bovine pancreas that Kerry brought back yesterday. In a couple of days, Billy should be coming to pick up the first batch of goods."

"Okay." Vivian didn't refuse and nodded in agreement.

By afternoon, there were hardly any pedestrians on the street. Every household had its doors and windows tightly closed, and the fog-shrouded Bacca Street appeared quite deserted and desolate.

Charlotte concocted a batch of intermediate-level hemostatic and cleaning potions in the alchemy room. During this period, because the potion workshop was open, he had been somewhat lazy in concocting potions, and his proficiency had stagnated.

After the night of the red moon has passed, he should start trying to concoct some new potions.

He hasn't even tried to review some of the potions that the original owner left in the diary.

For example, the Dream Blue Potion, which can restore a mage's magic power.

As winter approaches, the weather gets colder, and nights come earlier than usual.

A squad of four fox guards arrived at the clinic. After greeting Charlotte, they took turns standing guard, two on each side.

The team leader is at level four, while the other three team members are at level three.

"You all stay in the clinic. Martha and I are going out for a bit. If any Fox Guards come seeking medical help, Vivian, you treat them," Charlotte instructed Vivian and Kasha, before taking Martha out.

"Where do I come from in this abyss?" Martha didn't get into the carriage, but sat on the outside next to Charlotte, holding Kuroko in her arms.

"I'll take you somewhere in a bit. You can go out that way; the entrance is closed now." Charlotte flicked her whip, and the carriage sped forward.

  

The streets were deserted; there wasn't a soul in sight.

Even the fiercest bandits will only dare to hide somewhere tonight.

They occasionally encountered patrolling guards, but upon seeing the badges on the carriages, they did not stop them and made their way smoothly to the back of the apothecary workshop.

After securing the carriage, Charlotte turned on her modified headlamp and led Martha into the cave.

"Can we get out of here?" Martha asked, following Charlotte with some surprise.

She knew there was a wind tunnel behind the workshop, but she didn't know where it led.

"You'll see when we get there." Charlotte walked in with practiced ease.

Martha was petite and born into the Lion Tribe, possessing a cat-like agility. She followed Charlotte into narrow, steep crevices without any difficulty.

However, she was equally surprised by Charlotte's extraordinary agility.

"He's too agile! How can someone so big walk on a slope as if it were flat ground? Could it be... he's also an orc?" Martha wondered to herself.

Suddenly the passage opened up, and she could see clearly in the dark. In the newly widened passage were two cages, each containing a gold-eating rat.

The passage was five meters long, beyond which was a wide open space. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks could be heard, and the air carried a slightly salty smell.

"Is it the sea?!" She strode forward, and what appeared before her eyes was an endless sea. However, at this moment, all she could see was a dark expanse, which looked somewhat oppressive and profound, quite different from the sea she had heard about before.

"Shouldn't the ocean be blue?" Martha turned to look at Charlotte.

Charlotte laughed and said, "The sea isn't actually blue. It's the sunlight reflecting off the surface that makes it appear blue to our eyes. It's nighttime now, so all you see is black. But wait a little longer, and with your night vision, you might see the sea as red."

"Forget it, that probably isn't a beautiful sea." Martha shook her head.

She noticed the eight gold-eating rats lined up on the platform and asked, puzzled, "Why did you catch them and put them here?"

"I'll conduct experiments, like with the last two. After they've become possessed, I'll dissect them, open their brains and bodies, and see how the Red Moon influences their possession," Charlotte explained.

Martha took a half step back, looking at Charlotte with some fear. "You... are you also a necromancer?"

What kind of terrifying person could say such a thing so casually?

"Are you... planning to study me like this too?"

In some ways, she is a beastman who has been corrupted and then regained her senses, so she should be more worthy of study than those gold-devouring rats, right?

Did he also want to cut open her brain, open her stomach, and then slice her up for research?

"I'm not studying you; there's no control group," Charlotte said, shaking her head earnestly.

Martha breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly realized that what he said didn't quite make sense either. What if there was a control group?

"The red moon is about to appear, aren't you leaving yet?" Charlotte reminded her.

Martha glanced towards the sea, where the sky was beginning to turn red, and immediately said, "Then I'm leaving. What kind of magical beast's blood do you want?"

"Try to make it taste good; I need it for making potions for Kasha. You must come back immediately after you get the blood, otherwise it will be useless if it coagulates," Charlotte said.

"Okay." Martha replied, lightly touching the ground with her feet, and like an elf, she disappeared into the darkness along the protruding rocks on the cliff.

The moment she leaped onto the cliff, the black horse at her waist jumped out and transformed into a black lion more than two meters tall.

Martha leaped high into the air, landed on the lion's back, and disappeared into the night, rushing towards the depths of the wilderness.

Charlotte wasn't idle either. She took out a table from her spatial ring to use as an operating table for the dissection, and then took out several headlamps, turned them on, and hung them on the cliff wall to fully illuminate the operating table and the outer platform, allowing her to clearly observe the state of the gold-eating rats in the eight cages.

In the direction of the sea, the sky was dark red, and the sea surface was gradually tinged with red.

The sea breeze howled, mixed with the roars of beasts from the wilderness overhead. Being alone by the sea did indeed give one a somewhat chilling and terrifying feeling.

The gold-eating rats in the cage also began to show signs of agitation, making squeaking noises.

Before long, the red moon gradually rose from the horizon, and everything suddenly fell silent.

The gold-eating rats in the cage on the outer platform fell silent, all staring at the direction of the red moon, as if they were stunned.

Charlotte also showed the same expression.

He stood there blankly, watching the red moon gradually rise from the sea. The red moon, the red sea, and the red sky merged into one, like an endless sea of ​​blood. Within it, something indescribable seemed to be writhing, as if it wanted to burst out.

"bite!!!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Charlotte was suddenly awakened. Looking down, she realized that one of her feet was dangling in the air, and if she took another step forward, she would fall off the cliff.

Cold sweat suddenly soaked his back. If the system hadn't issued a warning, he probably would have already been trapped in the red moon.

Before coming, he had repeatedly reminded himself to stay alert, but he never expected to fall for it at first sight.

The terror of the red moon is evident.

The last time the red moon shone, he hid in the abyss and never truly witnessed it.

At this moment, he gained a clear and profound understanding of the terror of the Red Moon.

Meanwhile, the eyes of the gold-eating rats in cages 5, 6, 7, and 8 had turned blood red, and they began to become agitated.

The gold-eating rats in cages 7 and 8, which had no restrictions, began to frantically ram and bite at the cages. The high-strength alloy cages were being bitten, and sparks were flying everywhere, with even tooth fragments scattering.

The gold-eating rats in cages 5 and 6 have also become demonized, but they still show obvious fear when faced with the nettles covering the cages. Unlike the gold-eating rats in cages 7 and 8, they do not frantically ram the cages, but instead roll around anxiously on the spot and begin to dig and bite into the ground where there are no nettles.

However, a thick layer of soil beneath the cage was removed, revealing the nettles hidden underneath.

The gold-eating rat, its hand and mouth pierced by the thorns, was visibly startled, then immediately stopped digging and biting.

They even glanced back in Charlotte's direction, as if to say, "You old codger."

After confirming that the two Gold-Eating Rats behaved identically, Charlotte made a note in her notebook: [Nettle grass has a significant deterrent effect on the enchanted Gold-Eating Rats.]

Next were the gold-eating rats in cages 3 and 4, who had been pricked by nettles beforehand. Their condition was a bit strange; their eyes had turned red, but not as bright red as the gold-eating rats in cages 5 and 6. They were not as frenzied and showed some rationality, scratching their ears and cheeks as if they didn't know what to do.

Charlotte picked them up with her leather gloves, threw them into a box full of nettles, shook it again, and put them back in the cage.

Then, lift the Gold-Eating Rats, which were completely corrupted but trapped by nettles, from cage number 5, and shake them around to make sure they were covered in nettle thorns before putting them down.

This study examines the reaction of a demonized Gold-Eating Rat after it is pricked by nettle thorns.

[The Gold-Eating Rat pricks itself with nettle thorns five hours in advance, which provides some resistance to demonic transformation and significantly reduces its aggressiveness.]

After taking notes, Charlotte looked at the quietest cages, numbers 1 and 2.

Charlotte approached with a flashlight. The gold-eating rats in cages 1 and 2 were huddled in a corner, trembling. Their eyes were clear, showing no signs of demonic transformation whatsoever.

"They completely avoided demonization!" Charlotte exclaimed in surprise.

Considering that the red moon might not be shining on them, he moved two cages next to cages number 7 and 8. After waiting for a while, the gold-eating rats in the cages still showed no signs of going berserk, which was in stark contrast to the demonized gold-eating rats next to them that were banging on the cages.

Nettle extract completely prevents the gold-devouring rat from becoming demonic.

Charlotte's hand trembled slightly as she wrote.

He put down his notebook, picked up the gold-eating rat from cage number 6 by the scruff of its neck, poured a bottle of green extract down its throat, and threw it back into the cage.

His eyes were fixed on it.

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