I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Charlotte had no reason to refuse the allegiance of a level four tree.

He needs to develop his own power to protect his growing assets and business empire.

So he stepped forward, placed his hand on Amos's forehead, and signed a master-servant contract with him.

"Master, Amos is at your service at any time." Amos knelt on the ground and looked at Charlotte respectfully.

"Go to your lodgings first, pack your things, and then go to the apothecary workshop on the edge of the abyss in the west and wait for me. I'll come find you this afternoon and arrange accommodations for you," Charlotte ordered him.

"I will follow your instructions." Amos nodded in agreement, bowed to Benjamin, and then got up to leave.

"Thank you," Charlotte said sincerely, looking at Benjamin.

"Why thank me?" Benjamin laughed.

"If it weren't for you, he might not have willingly become my servant," Charlotte said. Benjamin's healing magic had restored Amos to his peak condition, which deeply impressed and moved him, so he was willing to become a servant.

Benjamin attributed all the credit to Charlotte, which led to Charlotte taking Amos as her subordinate.

A level 4 orc in good health has considerable potential for future growth and is also a usable individual in the present.

Putting aside everything else, he is more than capable of guarding the potion workshop.

Benjamin said, "It won't be long before he's glad he made this decision. Following you is much more promising than following this old man."

Charlotte remained silent; he didn't know how to respond to that.

  

The two returned to the clinic.

"The extract you used earlier, was it the kind of thorny grass you mentioned?" Benjamin asked curiously.

That troublesome dark magic, which was even immune to divine holy light spells, was completely eliminated by Charlotte using three small bottles of extract.

This also greatly shocked him.

His purpose in this trip was precisely the magical 'grass' that Charlotte had mentioned.

"That's right, this is the extract of that 'herb.' Since no one knows its name, I named it 'nethole'," Charlotte nodded.

"Nettle?" Benjamin repeated the somewhat tongue-twisting name, unsure of its meaning, and asked curiously, "And how do you know that this extract is effective against Amos?"

"I was just guessing, because Holy Light and healing spells were ineffective on him, which reminded me of the scene when I treated Kaisa before." Charlotte introduced her to Benjamin: "She is Kaisa, a sea creature. She encountered the cursed mist in the deep sea, also known as the resentful mist. After falling unconscious, she was swept into the abyss. She was cursed to not come into contact with seawater. Once she touches seawater, her body will fester and cannot be treated with healing spells."

Amos's situation was somewhat similar to hers, so I wondered if his curse might also be related to the Red Moon. Therefore, I decided to try the extract, and unexpectedly, it actually worked.

"So it was this little girl." Benjamin looked at Kasha thoughtfully, then quickly added with a serious expression, "If that's the case, could it be that the necromancer has already mastered the curse related to the Red Moon?"

Charlotte was taken aback, then her expression turned to surprise. If a necromancer, whom even Holy Light couldn't suppress, were to grow to an even higher level, what a terrifying existence that would be.

"According to Amos, he had already killed the necromancer, who cursed him in his dying act and used his head to pay the bounty."

Benjamin's expression relaxed slightly, but with a hint of regret: "It's a pity he's dead, otherwise we might have been able to get some information about the Red Moon Curse from him."

"I also know of a living necromancer, whose necromancy is perhaps more closely related to the Red Moon," Charlotte suddenly said.

"Where?" Benjamin asked, looking at him.

"Scarface, the current chief of the Lion Tribe, might be able to find him," Charlotte said, then looked at Vivian: "Vivian, go and call Martha down, and have her bring Blackie down with her."

"Oh," Vivian replied and hurried upstairs.

Charlotte continued, "Martha is the little girl I consulted last time about how to cure the necromancy curse. She is the daughter of the previous chief of the Lion Clan. A year ago, her uncle Scar and a necromancer joined forces to kill her father and mother. She escaped by chance, but was also cursed by the necromancer."

She wandered in the wilderness, and on the night of the red moon, the curse struck, and she showed signs of demonic transformation. She happened to roll into a valley full of nettles, where she was covered in thorns, thus awakening from her demonic state.

Because of a curse, she gained the abilities of a necromancer, able to absorb the spirits of dead magical beasts to increase her power, and she was also pregnant with a black lion.

She's the one who discovered the nettles, and she brought some back for me to study during my last trip into the wilderness, which led to another near-death encounter with the necromancer.

"A curse that can corrupt orcs with undead magic is truly unheard of." Benjamin said with a serious expression. "Moreover, that little girl's discovery that nettles can remove the corrupted state and break the curse is very important."

"That's right, I think that necromancer is worth capturing for research, and he must be captured alive. I have many ideas that I want to test on him," Charlotte nodded.

Because of her lack of strength, Charlotte was unable to put many of her ideas into practice.

But now that the hermit has arrived, things are different.

With a god-level light magician around, one's voice carries more weight.

"What do you want to verify?" the hermit asked, looking at him.

"Since Martha was corrupted once, she has been able to roam freely in the wilderness on the night of the Red Moon, and corrupted monsters will not attack her unless provoked. Does this mean that she has been regarded as one of them?"

On the night of the Red Moon, Warcraft launches a fierce attack on cities inhabited by various races. If everyone in a city has been corrupted by demonic energy, will Warcraft ignore that city?

"The resentful mist is consciously moving towards the city. If its detection distance is the same as that of the magical beasts, will it also bypass that city?" Charlotte said as calmly as possible.

The hermit's breathing began to quicken, and his previously calm expression began to waver. His eyes gleamed as he whispered, "This is insane! But... it seems to make some sense, and it has a certain degree of feasibility, doesn't it?"

Charlotte's expression was also somewhat excited; this was a thought that had been lingering in his mind ever since the night of the red moon.

He didn't even dare to discuss this topic in the Red Moon group.

To cast necromancy on the people of an entire city, turning them into demons on the night of the red moon, is more than just insane; they would be more than fit to be hung on a lamppost or burned at the stake.

How can we know if it's feasible if we don't try?

If feasible, and if extended to all cities on the continent of Aesop, then the survival crisis brought about by the Red Moon Night might finally come to an end.

"I can't make this decision alone. I need to have the Night's Watch come over so we can discuss it together. With him here, the chances of capturing that necromancer alive are much higher." Benjamin took out the Black Stone, tapped his finger, and sent a private message to the Night's Watch.

The other party replied quickly.

"He'll be here tonight," Benjamin said to Charlotte, putting away the black stone.

"Okay." Charlotte nodded. He hadn't expected to meet two bigwigs from the Red Moon Organization at once today.

Martha rubbed her sleepy eyes and carried Hei Zi downstairs.

Benjamin looked back.

Martha's body suddenly stiffened, and Hei Zi, who was in her arms, buried his head in her arms and began to tremble.

The two seemed to be stared at by some ancient ferocious beast, completely unable to sleep or move.

"Little girl, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Benjamin said gently with a smile, his gaze fixed on Heizi in her arms, filled with surprise and confusion.

"Martha? Are you alright? This is Master Benjamin, the High Priest of the Elven race. Don't be nervous." Vivian dragged the stiff-bodied Martha downstairs and came to Benjamin's side.

"Hello... hello." Martha managed a smile, but her voice was trembling.

The black cat in her arms trembled for a moment, then fell stiffly to the ground, seemingly playing dead.

Martha didn't blame it; if she could fake fainting, she would have done so too.

She saw the purest radiance in Benjamin, a fear that emanated from the necromancer's very heart, filling her with dread.

In comparison, August, whom I had met last time, seemed like a firefly compared to the sun in comparison to him.

"Don't be nervous, the master is a good person. Just answer whatever he asks." Charlotte rarely saw Martha so obedient and comforted her with a smile.

With Charlotte's words and seeing that Benjamin indeed meant no harm, Martha relaxed a little.

"On the night of the Red Moon, you can freely enter and leave the wilderness without being attacked by demonized beasts. Is that true?" Benjamin asked like an elder.

"Yes, ever since I was corrupted by demonic energy, those magical beasts seem to treat me as one of their own and don't attack me anymore," Martha nodded.

"After the demonic transformation was removed, did you experience any discomfort?" Benjamin asked.

"I don't feel any discomfort." Martha shook her head, looking miserable as she said, "It's just that the first time it didn't completely stop, and then I rolled around in that valley twice more. That process was very painful, and the next few days were also very painful."

Charlotte could probably imagine the pain of being pricked all over by nettle thorns, especially three times.

"You're very brave to travel alone in the wilderness for a year," Benjamin said, looking at her with admiration.

"I had no choice. After all, I had become a necromancer, or at least that's what I looked like. If I went out into the wilderness, I would be surrounded and hunted down by heroes. It was safer to stay in the wilderness," Martha said helplessly. "If it weren't for the fact that this thing in my belly had to come out, I might still be holed up in some cave in the wilderness right now."

Benjamin gazed at her. "But I don't sense any ghostly aura or resentment from you. This little thing, however, has some ghostly aura, but also no resentment. May I take a look at it?"

"Here you go." Martha handed over the straight black piece without hesitation.

Kuroko opened one eye and blinked furiously, giving a suggestive look.

"Come on, little guy." Benjamin held it in one hand and gently placed the other hand on its head.

Hei Zi didn't dare to move.

A faint holy light enveloped its head, and it twitched a few times as if it had been electrocuted.

Benjamin let go and tossed it gently forward.

Blackie immediately transformed into a majestic black lion, over two meters tall.

It wanted to roar to the sky, but upon glancing at Benjamin in front of it, it immediately lay down obediently on the ground, resting its head on the floor, showing that it was not aggressive at all.

It didn't even know how it suddenly turned into this offensive form; it was a little confused and a little scared.

If I get killed because I push off with my left foot first, wouldn't that be a terrible injustice?

"I thought the beastmen's companion guardian beasts were just ancient legends and didn't actually exist. I never thought I'd actually encounter one in my lifetime," Benjamin laughed heartily.

"A companion guardian beast?"

Martha and Charlotte were both stunned.

They have always believed that this was a product of Martha absorbing vengeful spirits after she was cursed by the dead.

It is considered an ominous object.

"That's right. Some ancient books record that companion guardian beasts are unique to certain orc races and were quite common ten thousand years ago, but they seem to have disappeared for some unknown reason." Benjamin explained, "I checked earlier, and this black lion is indeed your companion beast. As for why it's tainted with the aura of the dead, it's related to the curse you were under and also to your absorption of the undead spirits of magical beasts. Of course, as a result, your companion beast has also gained the ability to absorb the undead spirits of magical beasts, making it extremely high-potential for growth."

"So, it's not some ominous thing, and it won't become demonic?" Martha's face showed anticipation.

During this time, his feelings for Kuroko were complicated. On the one hand, he felt that it was connected to him and very close to him. On the other hand, he was worried that it would become demonized and turn into an evil and terrifying being by absorbing too many dead souls.

Benjamin smiled and nodded: "That's right, this is an auspicious beast that the orcs haven't seen in ten thousand years. As long as you, its master, don't turn evil, it won't become demonic."

"Great!" Martha exclaimed excitedly as she rushed over and hugged Kuroko's neck.

"Meow~~" Kuroko turned her head, licked her face, and meowed weakly.

"Idiot, you're a lion!" Martha slapped its head.

Kuroko looked up at Anna, who was sleeping soundly on the counter, and remained silent.

Benjamin let them be affectionate for a while before asking her about the necromancer.

"That guy looks quite young, tall and thin, with half black and half white hair, very pale skin, the kind that's deathly pale, and red eyes that glow red at night." Martha's face showed a hint of fear, "like the eyes of those demonic beasts that are corrupted on the night of the Red Moon."

"Okay, we're waiting for someone else. We might have some questions to ask you tonight. I hope you won't find it troublesome," Benjamin said with a smile.

"No trouble at all," Martha said with a smile. With Kuroko's inner conflict resolved, she felt capable again and pleaded, "If you catch that guy, you must let me stab him twice before killing him, to avenge the three times I was stabbed."

"Okay, if we catch it, I'll definitely grant your wish." Benjamin nodded.

"You're so kind, thank you so much." Martha bowed deeply to him, her face full of gratitude.

Benjamin turned his gaze to Kasha, this survivor of the Mist, who was also an extremely rare individual, and asked, "Has Kasha's breathing problem been resolved?"

"We've currently used the blood of the demonized beasts from the Night of the Crimson Moon to concoct a potion that can effectively alleviate the problem, but it can't cure it for now," Charlotte replied.

"Have you tried using nettle extract?"

"Not yet, but you're right, it's worth a try." Charlotte's eyes lit up as well. The extract had been used to break Amos's curse, so it might work.

Charlotte picked two handfuls of nettles from the flower bed by the door, turned around and went into the alchemy room. A moment later, she came out with a bottle of green extract: "Kasha, try drinking this."

Kasha took the extract and drank it in small sips.

The crowd stared at her for a while, but nothing unusual happened, unlike the obvious black aura that had emanated from Amos just now.

"Let me try Holy Light." Benjamin took out his magic wand and cast Holy Light.

Kaisa, enveloped in holy light, did not have the surging curses that appeared on her body like Amos, but upon closer inspection, there seemed to be a faint black thread in the flowing blood in her palm.

Holy light had no effect on it, and nettle extract did not seem to be able to eliminate it either.

"The level of the vengeful mist is probably much higher than that of the level four necromancer, so while the nettle extract can remove the curse, it cannot remove Kasha's deep curse. We need to find another way." Benjamin withdrew his Holy Light spell.

"I'll think of another way. At least we've found a way to continue surviving on land." Charlotte nodded, it seemed he had underestimated the problem.

Of course, this also proves how terrifying the resentful fog is.

The extract cannot remove the curse brought by the resentful mist, which means that the possibility of drinking the extract to resist the resentful mist is also zero.

The only solution at present is to avoid it.

Or rather, make it lose its goal.

"I have to meet someone. I'll be back when the night watch comes tonight. We'll discuss the specifics of what to do next and make a decision later." Benjamin took his leave.

Charlotte saw him out the door.

"Although Lord Benjamin always seems very approachable, there's always a powerful sense of pressure about him," Vivian sighed, somewhat wistfully. "But speaking of which, is my master really considered one of the two peerless talents alongside him? I feel like my master is just a jealous old man. In terms of temperament, he's so different from Lord Benjamin!"

"You'd better not let your master hear you say that, it's too filial." Charlotte smiled, then turned to look at Kasha and comforted her, "Don't worry about Kasha, I'll find a way to break your curse."

"It's okay even if we can't solve it, as long as we stay by Master's side," Kasha said with a smile, not showing any disappointment.

Vivian comforted her, saying, "Kasha, keep training hard. I heard that once a mermaid reaches the fourth level, she can grow legs, so living on land will be just as easy. We'll all be happy together."

"Mmm." Kasha nodded. This wasn't just a rumor; mermaids could change their form after reaching the fourth tier.

Having two legs makes walking much easier; at least you don't have to hop and skip when going up stairs, and you can walk more gracefully.

"Boss, are you planning to take me back to the Lion Tribe?" Martha asked Charlotte in a low voice, holding Blackie, who had turned back into a black cat.