I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Inside the private room, everyone was chatting happily.

Charlotte, Leo, and Loren were drinking and chatting, enjoying themselves immensely. The women were also having a good time and getting along well.

Then, the door to the private room was violently pushed open.

A tall young man in silver armor walked in, head held high, nostrils flaring, and extremely arrogantly demanded that they be driven out.

Charlotte looked at him; his typical knightly attire and unrestrained aura made Charlotte feel a sense of oppression and danger. He must be an elite knight.

However, his breathing is still not very stable, so he must have just broken through recently.

Judging from his appearance, he should be around thirty years old. To be able to break through to the Elite Knight level, his talent is already quite amazing.

He was followed by three others: a tiger-clan orc and two mid-level knights.

Daryl, the name didn't leave a deep impression on him.

However, in a place like Calva, someone who dares to so arrogantly push open the door of a private room, announce their name, and try to get rid of someone must be a powerful and wealthy spoiled brat.

After all, level 5 elite knights are quite common on the streets.

"Daryl, what are you doing!" Loren stood up, glaring angrily at Daryl. "This is a private room I booked in advance to entertain friends. What right do you have to tell us to leave?"

"Oh, so it's Loren, the fat son of the butcher. It's been half a year, and you're still as fat as the pigs in your slaughterhouse." Daryl glanced at him, his eyes full of mockery and sarcasm.

The men behind him laughed unrestrainedly.

"Your guests?" Daryl's gaze swept across the faces of everyone in the private room, pausing when he saw Vivian and Kasha, a hint of fervor in his eyes. He then glanced past Charlotte and landed on Leo, his smile growing even more unrestrained: "Oh, isn't this the useless grandson of the Second Elder of the Physicians' Association? How come you've gotten so fat? I heard you found an ugly mermaid as your wife, where are you hiding her?"

"Daryl, don't go too far." Leo stood up with a dark face, shielding Linda behind him. "Even the Second Elder would have to show some respect to my grandfather."

"That's right, the Second Elder is a Grandmaster-level healing mage. Everyone has to respect him. You never know, you might need him to save your life." Daryl stepped forward, slapped Leo's face, and sneered, "But what are you? A piece of trash who can't even stay in a clinic. You expect me to respect you?"

Leo clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling.

Linda grabbed his hand from behind, even though she was scared too.

Vivian and Kasha were also a little frightened, looking uneasily at the people blocking the doorway, and then at Charlotte.

Martha, on the other hand, was completely unaffected, and was intently gnawing on the large bone in her bowl, eating with great relish.

Emily didn't look too good, but she didn't show too much worry.

As for Charlotte, he was currently keeping his eyes down, trying to minimize his presence.

Who does he think he is?

A passerby whose identity cannot be revealed.

Should we let him launch a sneak attack and kill the elite knight at the door with a single sword strike?

Judging from Leo's words, the other party should be the son or grandson of the Second Elder of the Abyss Council.

He comes from a powerful family, at least a level above Loren and Leo.

  

However, judging from Emily's performance, Loren's background should not be bad either.

Aside from verbal abuse, Daryl is unlikely to take any more extreme actions.

It's extremely unpleasant to be interrupted by a madman halfway through a meal and enjoying your drinks, and then subjected to an insult!

Charlotte knew very well that it wasn't his place to step forward in this situation.

"Daryl! You've gone too far!" Loren slammed his fist on the table and roared. "In Kalva, you have no right to act so arrogantly! This is the Grand Elder's property; do you intend to cause trouble?"

"Of course I wouldn't dare to disrupt the First Elder's territory, but as long as nothing serious happens, the elders always turn a blind eye to our squabbles among the younger generation," Daryl said with a smile. "For example, if I threw you all out of the private room one by one, would the Fourth Elder really come looking for trouble for me tomorrow over such a trivial matter, just because of your nephew?"

Loren was furious, but he could only admit that Daryl was right.

Kalva's upper circle is only so big, and there aren't many venues, so it's inevitable that these second-generation rich kids will have some friction.

Unless it escalates into a full-blown brawl, no one in power will have the nerve to come and demand an explanation.

"Today I have broken through to the Elite Knight level. You should know what this means. I'm going to treat my brothers to a feast here to celebrate. If you know what's good for you, you can leave on your own. If you don't, then I'll have to throw you out one by one myself," Daryl said with a sneer, his powerful aura as an Elite Knight pressing forward.

"Elite Knight!"

Loren and Leo both changed color.

This means that, apart from Elizabeth, Daryl has become one of the best among the younger generation in Calva.

Given his status and his extraordinary talent, he will receive significant support and eventually rise to the ranks of the truly powerful.

Loren took Emily's hand and walked towards the door first. He glanced at the owner standing at the door and said coldly, "I didn't expect Zuixianglou to be so snobbish."

"Young Master Loren, please don't be offended. This is not something we can decide," the boss said, looking troubled and aggrieved.

"Let's go," Leo said to Charlotte, and took Linda's hand as they walked towards the door.

Charlotte, who hadn't said a word the whole time, gave the three girls a wink and got up to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Daryl suddenly reached out and blocked the doorway, blocking Charlotte's way. Then he looked at Vivian and Kasha behind him and said in a commanding tone, "I came in a hurry today and didn't bring any women. Those two beauties behind us, stay and have a drink with us."

"Brother, keep that girl too, she's pink, I like her." The tiger-clan beastman standing behind him chuckled.

"Danton, you still can't shake this habit," Daryl chuckled, then looked at Charlotte and said, "Keep all three of them."

"Get out of the way. My friend isn't going to pay for the drinks. All three of you have to leave," Charlotte said, looking up at him with a slightly cold voice.

Leaving Vivian and the others behind, even a fool could guess what would happen.

Previously, he could watch the top second-generation fighters of Kalva fight from the sidelines, but now he can't avoid it.

"Who do you think you are, daring to speak to my brother like that!" Barton roared in anger, raising his fist as he stepped forward, intending to teach the man a lesson.

"Daryl, these are my friends. If you dare touch them, you'll be in trouble tonight." Loren gestured for Emily to step back and took off his coat.

"Damn it, running into a dog on the way out is such a downer." Leo ripped off his bow tie and angrily grabbed a vase next to him.

Suddenly, a pretty face peeked out from the next VIP room, number 1. She first looked at the people at the door with great interest, and even leaned half her body out to peek into VIP room number 2. Her gaze fell on Vivian and Kasha in the room, and she paused for a moment. Then she looked at Charlotte, who had a rough appearance, and withdrew her head.

"Kid, you're not someone to mess with!" Barton clenched his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and slammed it straight at Charlotte's head. If that punch landed, it would crack her skull open.

Daryl did not stop him; in fact, he took a half-step back, giving Barton enough space to perform.

He recognized all the privileged second-generation rich kids in Calva, but there was no such person. The three women were also not from any wealthy or powerful families. Keeping them around for drinks and entertainment was harmless.

If you're happy today, you should let loose and have some fun.

Once the news of his breakthrough to Elite Knight spreads tomorrow, he will be the number one among the younger generation.

Today, we'll use this guy to establish our authority.

That way, no useless piece of trash like Loren will dare to act arrogantly in front of him in the future.

"Darry, how dare you!" Loren was shocked. Charlotte was just a mage whose magical essence had been destroyed. How could she withstand a punch from that guy Barton?

Leo then raised the vase in his hand, ready to smash it at Barton.

Snapped!

Click!

Charlotte suddenly moved, and so fast that no one could see her clearly.

A punch landed squarely on Barton's face, instantly twisting his thick eyebrows and large eyes into a grotesque mess. His nose shattered and collapsed, and his teeth shattered and scattered everywhere.

At the same time, he raised his leg and kicked straight at the groin, so fast that it left an afterimage.

It was accompanied by a crisp sound, like the sound of two eggs breaking.

Barton clutched his groin with both hands, screamed in pain, and knelt down in front of Charlotte.

The men present instinctively tensed their legs.

Everyone stared at Charlotte in shock.

Leo stopped abruptly as he was about to smash the vase, nearly straining his back.

Loren stared wide-eyed at Barton lying on the ground, then looked at Leo. Wasn't he just a mage whose magical essence had been destroyed? How did he manage to kill a level four orc in an instant?

Daryl's two henchmen instinctively took a step back and gripped the swords at their waists.

"Very well, kid, you dare to cripple my brother. Today I will kill you." Daryl laughed in anger and drew his jewel-encrusted sword.

An unknown kid dared to kick his brother's balls right in front of him. If he doesn't get his revenge, how will he ever be able to show his face in Calva again?

"Martha, get ready to take them away," Charlotte said, her eyes fixed on Daryl.

He had already grasped a fourth-tier ice-sealing talisman in his left hand. With just a thought, the Judgment Sword would appear in his hand.

He was looking for an opportunity to strike decisively.

Since they've already started, there's no possibility of a peaceful resolution.

Although Loren and Leo were determined to protect them, the two adorable chubby boys simply didn't have the strength to stop the arrogant Daryl.

Kill Daryl, and everything he has painstakingly built up in the Abyss will be for naught.

Then he embarked on a new escape journey with Vivian and the others.

Although heartbroken, Charlotte remained remarkably calm at that moment.

He had no choice.

Then Daryl must die.

He was a newly promoted elite knight, a second-generation nobleman who clearly lacked practical combat experience, and he had a certain degree of confidence.

"Go to hell!" Daryl swung his sword at Charlotte.

boom!

Suddenly, the door to Box 1 opened, and with a sword's cry, a silver streak flew out of the box, heading straight for Daryl's face.

The terrifying power caused Daryl's expression to change drastically. He retracted the longsword he had been swinging and held it horizontally in front of him, attempting to block the flying sword.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the longsword, inlaid with precious gems, shattered instantly.

Daryl's body was struck as if by a heavy blow, and he flew backward, smashing through several wooden doors.

The longsword continued its relentless advance, relentlessly pursuing him and aiming straight for his throat.

The chilling killing intent and the sharp sword light filled Daryl with fear and dread.

The fear of death enveloped him; it was a chilling killing intent he had never felt since birth.

What's even more terrifying is that he was completely powerless to fight back!

"don't want!"

Just a second before the longsword pierced his throat, he finally cried out in terror.

The broad silver sword stopped, held in the hand of a girl in white.

The sword's edge left a ring of blood on Daryl's neck, as if his head had been severed.

A puddle of water flowed from beneath Daryl; he had wet himself in fear of that sword strike.

"Elizabeth...!"

The two henchmen exclaimed in surprise when they saw the newcomer.

Daryl opened his eyes, looked up at Elizabeth, his eyes filled with fear and resentment.

Having broken through to the Elite Knight level today, he was brimming with confidence, feeling invincible among the younger generation.

However, Elizabeth's sword not only severed his sword, but also shattered all his pride and confidence.

She was too strong; that previous sword strike had left him with a deep sense of powerlessness.

Elizabeth.

Loren lowered his fist, looking at Daryl, who was slumped on the ground, with a hint of amusement on his face. In Kalva, the only person who could make him suffer such a defeat was this monstrous woman in front of him.

Even more interestingly, Elizabeth intervened to protect Charlotte, and almost beheaded Daryl with a single sword strike, scaring him half to death.

Leo also put down the vase in his hand. He had never met Elizabeth, but he had heard many legends about her. She was the most untouchable woman in Kalva.

"So handsome!" Vivian's eyes sparkled, she had already become a little fangirl.

Kaisa was completely stunned, feeling that this older sister was incredibly cool and powerful.

Martha shrank back behind Charlotte, sensing an extremely dangerous aura emanating from the woman.

Charlotte looked at Elizabeth, who was dressed in a white, elegant outfit, and her heart was filled with turmoil, but she still picked up the jewel-encrusted scabbard that had fallen beside her.

The previous fierce sword strike had also terrified him. If that sword had been aimed at him, at such close range, he would have had no chance of dodging it.

More importantly, she could control the sword with ease; if the sword had moved an inch further, Daryl's head would have been severed.

Looking at the girl again, she was tall and slender, dressed in a white outfit, with her golden ponytail tied high. She held a heavy sword that was at least twenty centimeters wide in one hand, and she had delicate features and a heroic air.

Is this his missed fiancée?

It makes me feel so safe!

"Elizabeth, are you trying to kill me?" Daryl shouted angrily, his neck stiff.

"What, you, Daryl, can kill people, but I can't kill you?" Elizabeth sneered.

"Who does he think he is? I can kill him without a second thought. Who am I to kill me?!" Daryl's expression gradually became frantic.

"According to the Calva Law, Article Seven: Anyone can subdue a murderer who commits a crime in the street, regardless of whether the perpetrator is killed or injured." Elizabeth looked at him and said in an icy voice, "Daryl, you broke into the private room, harassed a young girl, and killed her with your sword. You deserve to die."

Daryl's expression changed; his madness vanished. She became like a superior judge, reading his verdict. He saw murderous intent in Elizabeth's eyes.

Others might be wary of her grandfather's status, but she wouldn't.

If she were to kill him on this grounds, even his grandfather would likely be unable to avenge him.

Patton was the one who struck first; he was the one who drew his sword to kill.

"No...don't kill me, I know I was wrong." Daryl panicked, completely surrendering and begging for mercy as the long sword pointed at him.

"Miss Elizabeth, you mustn't, you mustn't!" The boss was so frightened by the sword that his heart almost stopped. If Daryl died in the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion today, he would be in deep trouble. He quickly stepped forward to persuade him.

"If you can't even protect your customers by relying on the Grand Elder's reputation to run a restaurant, I think you should just give up." Elizabeth's cold gaze swept over the fat boss, her voice icy.

Pfft!

The fat boss's knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the ground, his voice trembling as he said, "I...I know I was wrong."

Daryl, who had previously been full of vigor and arrogance, knelt down and submitted.

Driven by greed, the fat boss, who treated people differently based on their status, was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy.

Elizabeth intervened, quelling the injustice with a single sword strike.

The two knights beside him didn't dare to breathe, completely terrified.

In terms of power, she is the daughter of the city lord, even above Daryl.

In terms of strength, he was easily defeated with a single sword strike, without any doubt.

"Alright, alright, it's Lantern Festival, let's not see any bloodshed." Jenny arrived late, grabbed Elizabeth's hand holding the sword, and said to Daryl on the ground, "Hurry up and leave, and stop doing such wicked things in the future."

"Thank you... thank you, Miss Jenny." Daryl felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly got up.

The two knights were quite perceptive; they stepped forward, mounted Patton, and the group fled in a sorry state.

Elizabeth glanced at her.

"What, you really want to kill him here?" Jenny took Charlotte's hand, and winked at her as she turned around, a hint of smugness in her eyes.

Charlotte pretended not to know her.

Elizabeth sheathed her sword and turned her gaze to Charlotte.

"Thank you for saving me," Charlotte said, bowing slightly.

If Elizabeth hadn't intervened earlier, his best outcome tonight would have been to kill Daryl and then embark on a desperate journey with the three girls.

More likely, they won't be able to escape Kalva.

Elizabeth saved his life, without a doubt.

Elizabeth stared at him in silence for a moment, then glanced at the three beautiful girls standing behind him, her handsome brows furrowing slightly.

"Thank you for saving us." Vivian immediately pulled Kasha and Martha to bow to her in gratitude, her eyes shining as she looked at Elizabeth.

"You're welcome," Elizabeth replied calmly, turning and walking towards Box 1.

"Miss Elizabeth, Miss Jenny, thank you for your help," Loren said gratefully as he led Emily forward.

"If I'd known it was you, you little fatty, I would have come to help you much sooner," Jenny said with a smile, greeting Emily in a friendly manner. It seemed she was quite familiar with Loren.

Elizabeth simply nodded slightly and turned to enter the private room.

Loren didn't seem to mind at all; that's always been her nature, and everyone was used to it.