I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Charlotte looked at the glint in Martha's eyes and knew what she was thinking.

The hatred of killing one's father and mother is not something that can be easily forgiven.

But he was still unsure what outcome the night watchmen would reach when they arrived.

Moreover, even if they went to capture that necromancer, whether they would storm into the Lion Tribe and kill Scarface was not something he could decide.

The girl seemed naive, but she was actually quite perceptive. She had a rough idea of ​​what they were thinking when they kept asking the necromancer questions.

"I'm not sure what they're thinking right now, and that's not something I can decide, but I'll do my best to help them make that decision," Charlotte said.

Martha looked at him silently for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Thank you."

After a quick lunch, Charlotte boarded the carriage that had come to pick up Vivian and headed to the apothecary workshop.

"Boss, when I went out just now, a tree-man came to the outside of the workshop. It was about ten meters tall. I don't know what it's here for," Kerry said to Charlotte, a hint of worry on his face.

"Oh, that's Amos, the new security guard at the potion workshop. With him around for the next while, you won't have to worry about safety," Charlotte said with a smile.

"Oh, that's great." Kerry was relieved to hear that.

The carriage traveled through the still desolate streets, and in the distance, it could see the treant standing beside the potion workshop, standing there like a wooden stake, motionless.

In front of the apothecary workshop, Jacob's family was curiously observing him.

"Hi, Amos." Charlotte popped out of the carriage and greeted him with a smile.

It must be said that after Amos recovered his health, he did look very tall and mighty. The thick bark armor on his chest gave him a great sense of security, and the lush greenery made him look very energetic.

"You've arrived, Master." Amos immediately knelt down and bowed to Charlotte in respect.

This scene greatly shocked Kerry and Jacob's family.

This is a powerful tree-man; its physique alone exudes a powerful sense of oppression.

  

But he actually called Charlotte "master"?

Wouldn't that make him Charlotte's servant?

Charlotte raised her hand and said, "Get up. You don't need to be so formal when you see me in the future, and you don't need to call me master. Just call me boss."

"Isn't this inappropriate?" Amos didn't rush to get up; instead, he looked troubled.

"We signed a hundred-year master-servant contract. Whatever I say, you have to do, right?" Charlotte asked.

"Yes, Master," Amos replied respectfully.

"Then do as I say. I don't like being too conspicuous in public, and you can be my backup plan," Charlotte said seriously.

"As you command, boss." Amos stood up, feeling grateful.

Charlotte saved him twice and signed a master-servant contract with him, promising to repay her life-saving grace for a hundred years, which he did not resist in his heart.

However, Charlotte's statement clearly took his feelings into consideration.

A tree-man in the prime of his life who signs a master-servant contract with a human will inevitably be the subject of gossip when he is out in public.

Charlotte's suggestion that he address her as "boss" avoided this problem.

"This is Amos, a new employee at the potion workshop. He's responsible for overseeing the workshop and warehouse, and protecting your safety," Charlotte introduced to the group.

"Hello." Amos had no objection to Charlotte's arrangements.

Everyone greeted him and introduced themselves, getting to know each other since they would be colleagues from now on.

"Amos, next time we go out, can I sit on your shoulders? It would be so cool," Vivian said, tilting her head back and looking at Amos.

"No problem, if you'd like, I can let you sit on my shoulders," Amos nodded and said generously.

"Thank you." Vivian smiled happily and then walked into the workshop.

The others also turned around and went into the workshop to start work.

"Let's go over there and chat for a while." Charlotte walked towards the back of the workshop, and Amos followed.

Charlotte climbed up to a platform on the cliff face, which was nearly ten meters high, so that she could talk to Amos from a closer distance and wouldn't have to shout too loudly.

"Amos, when you killed that necromancer, did you find anything strange on him?" Charlotte asked.

"Something strange?" Amos pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "I only checked his purse; he didn't have much on him, but..."

"But what?"

"There seemed to be half a gold page with some random things written on it. It looked a bit eerie, like something ominous. I figured it was a thin sheet and worthless, so I dug a hole and buried it with that old man," Amos said.

"Half a gold page?" Charlotte frowned, pressing, "Do you remember where you buried that old man?"

"I remember, right there in the wilderness outside Calva, next to a brown hill, there was a black tree, and I buried him under that tree," Amos nodded.

"Take me to see if we can find anything useful," Charlotte said immediately.

"Boss, that's a necromancer. He might be tainted with bad luck. You..." Amos hesitated, then stopped.

Charlotte smiled reassuringly and said, "Don't worry, we can even remove the curse on you. He's just a dead necromancer; he won't cause any trouble."

Upon hearing this, Amos no longer hesitated, took a step forward, leaned his shoulder against Amos's, and said, "Then you can sit on my shoulder, and I'll climb up directly from here, so I don't have to make a trip to the entrance of the abyss."

Charlotte, who was originally going to drive the car, was taken aback. Without hesitation, she jumped onto Amos's shoulder, found a flat branch to sit on, and reached out to grab the handrail next to her.

I must say, sitting on the shoulders of a nine-meter-tall tree-man is pretty cool.

"Hold on tight!" Amos reminded him, and using both hands and feet, he quickly climbed upwards along the nearly 90-degree cliff.

Each time he raised and lowered his hand, countless vines would extend from his palm, piercing deep into the cliff face and tightly holding his massive body.

Moreover, this process is extremely fast, and you might not even notice it if you don't look closely.

In no time, the five or six hundred-meter-deep cliff was at the top.

He flung out a long vine, nailed it to the ground above, and with a pull, Amos flipped up.

Charlotte's seat gave him the thrill of an unprotected roller coaster; if he hadn't held on tight, he would have been thrown off.

The ground is covered with dense bushes, so that once you go inside, you can't find it.

But Amos took a long stride, completely ignoring it, identified the direction, and ran wildly towards the wilderness.

Charlotte felt the wind whistling past her ears, the scenery on both sides rushing past, and in the blink of an eye she was rushing into the wilderness, quickly moving between forests and bushes.

In his opinion, in the complex terrain of the wilderness, no mount is as good as a mature tree spirit.

Signing Amos, the treant servant, was definitely the right choice.

As Charlotte passed by a group of adventurers, she saw a brief moment of astonishment on their faces, followed by eyes full of envy.

Hehehe, handsome is the only word to describe it, awesome!

It was clear that Amos was very familiar with the wilderness. About half an hour later, he stopped with Charlotte beside a brown hill. After putting Charlotte down, he pointed to a large black tree, tens of meters tall, and said, "I remember it was buried there."

"Dig it up and take a look." Charlotte took two steps back.

Amos broke off a thick wooden stick from the side, sharpened one end, and then dug around on the ground a few times, pulling out a skeleton.

"Alright," Charlotte said quickly, stepping forward.

Five years have passed, and the necromancer's headless corpse has turned into a pile of bones, wrapped in a tattered gray robe.

Charlotte saw a withered branch and poked at it, and a flash of gold caught her eye.

Charlotte pinched her nose and stepped forward, picking up the golden piece between two fingers. With a gentle tug, it emerged from the gray robe. It felt light and airy, yet its color was exceptionally kind, reflecting a golden light that was almost blinding.

Strangely enough, even though the gold leaf was buried in the ground for five years, it was still shining brightly when it was unearthed, without being stained by any dirt.

Charlotte unfolded it, and it was indeed half a gold page. It should have been a long strip, but it had been torn in the middle, leaving an irregular tear.

The golden page was densely covered with text, which was somewhat different from the script currently used on the continent of Aesop, but the large characters at the top were still faintly visible.

"The Necronomicon"

Charlotte muttered to himself, and suddenly a blood-red expanse appeared before his eyes—an endless sea of ​​blood. He was standing on a golden page, traversing rapidly above the sea of ​​blood. A filthy black hand reached out from the sea of ​​blood, trying to grab his feet, but it was all severed by the golden light shooting from the page.

The sea of ​​blood suddenly began to boil, and an enormous palace began to emerge from the sea. It was a strange palace built of green boulders, each of which was thousands of meters long and tall. They were stacked together to form a palace of extremely bizarre style, as if it stood upside down in the sea, or perhaps only a part of it was exposed thousands of meters above the sea surface.

Charlotte was deeply shocked, and at the same time felt a strong sense of fear and disgust, a fear that came from the depths of her heart.

A red light shone from the black void of the palace, as if a gaze were fixed upon him.

A terrifying whisper exploded in his mind, as if a god were speaking in hushed tones.

Charlotte was momentarily lost in thought, and subconsciously took a step forward.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

"Warning! Warning! Warning!!!"

Just then, the system's warning sounded frantically in his mind, and a conspicuous golden triangle warning sign flashed in his vision.

Charlotte suddenly regained consciousness. The endless sea of ​​blood receded, the palace sank to the bottom of the sea, and his vision returned to normal.

"Boss! Boss, are you alright?!"

Amos's tense voice rang out.

Charlotte only then noticed that Amos had wrapped several vines around her body, and that she had somehow returned to the skeleton, her right hand still holding the golden page, but her left hand was now holding a rib.

"Holy crap!" Charlotte felt a chill run down her spine. She quickly dropped the rib she was holding.

"Amos, what happened?" Charlotte turned around and asked Amos.

Seeing that Charlotte had returned to normal, Amos quickly removed the vines binding him and exclaimed in horror, "Boss, you'd better throw away that gold page right now! It's terrifying! You just glanced at it and acted like you were possessed. First, you stood motionless, then you went straight to the skeleton and started dismantling its bones with your bare hands, muttering words you'd never heard before, as if you were searching for something."

Charlotte glanced at the terrified Amos, then at the mangled skeleton beside him, and believed his description.

In that light, the gold page is indeed strange.

Not only did it trap him in an illusion, showing him a terrifying blood-filled palace, it also controlled his behavior.

Who lives in that terrifying palace in the sea of ​​blood? Even a dragon with a wingspan of hundreds of meters wouldn't build a palace from a boulder thousands of meters high.

That must be an even larger and more terrifying existence.

What is it that controls him as he searches for?

Curiosity inevitably arose from the bottom of his heart.

He took out a piece of cloth from his spatial ring, wrapped the fragment of the Necronomicon in it, and put it back into the ring.

He picked up a dry branch, squatted down beside the corpse, and began to carefully search again.

"Boss? Are you alright? Have you been controlled again?" Amos asked anxiously.

"I'm fine. Put your cane away. I don't like bondage play," Charlotte said without turning her head, carefully prying apart the bones one by one.

Amos chuckled awkwardly and put away the vine that had sprung out of his hand. But looking at Charlotte squatting there picking at the bones, he felt a chill run down his spine. His boss didn't seem quite right.

"Found it." Charlotte flicked the branch in her hand, and a green key was pulled out.

The key appeared to be made of stone, but its vibrant green color made him uneasy; if he wasn't mistaken, it matched the color of the palace he had seen earlier in that endless sea of ​​blood.

"The key to the palace?" A terrible thought rose from the depths of his mind.

At the same time, I couldn't help but let my imagination run wild.

This necromancer obtained the "Book of the Dead" and may have seen the sea of ​​blood and the palace just like him. However, without the protection of a system, a mortal might have had a deeper contact with the beings in the palace, such as being sent to find the key that can open the palace.

So, it might not have been a palace, but rather... a cage?

But who built such a huge cage, and what terrifying being was sealed inside?

The unfounded associations made him feel increasingly uneasy.

"The boss?"

Amos's voice pulled him back to reality.

Charlotte, holding the green key, turned to Amos and asked, "You also had hallucinations while looking at those gold pages?"

"No, I can't read. I just thought it was weird. I felt a chill down my spine when I held it, so I threw it back." Amos shook his head.

See, sometimes being uneducated is a blessing.

"Help me see where there's a stream or a puddle," Charlotte said.

Amos glanced around and pointed straight ahead, saying, "There's a mountain spring about 500 meters ahead."

"You rebury him, I'm going to wash my hands." Charlotte picked up the key and walked in the direction Amos was pointing.

These golden pages and the key seem to explain why the necromancer who cast the curse on Amos was different.

But what is the connection between that palace in the endless sea of ​​blood and the red moon?

What is this key used for?

New questions await his answers.

Amos's directions were very accurate. Charlotte walked forward for a while and saw a clear spring flowing downwards, forming a small pool.

Charlotte tossed the key into the pond and then began to wash her hands carefully.

After all, he was someone who performed surgery on so many patients every day. Although he had just dissected a corpse with his bare hands, he didn't feel too much nausea.

I fished out the key and carefully washed it with spring water.

The key was icy cold to the touch, neither gold nor stone, and extremely strange.

After being washed, it became even greener and more vibrant, yet it gave people a vague sense of foreboding.

Charlotte didn't dare to handle it, lest she be pulled into the strange space again. She took out a box from her spatial ring and put the key inside.

Feeling uneasy, he put it in two more boxes before finally storing it in his spatial ring.

"Boss, let's go back. This place is weird and scary," Amos said, walking over with some fear.

"With such a big build, what's there to be afraid of?" Charlotte couldn't help but laugh.

"I...I was just being cautious," Amos explained, reaching out to let Charlotte jump up and then placing her on his shoulder.

The two successfully returned to the top of the abyss. Amos swung out a thick vine, tied it to a large tree, and then took Charlotte on a high-altitude rappelling.

That's incredibly exciting.

"You can go outside to sunbathe and cultivate during the day, and come back to the workshop to guard it at night," Charlotte said, jumping down and looking at him.

"Okay." Amos nodded. Charlotte gave him a lot of freedom and even considered his cultivation. She was such a heartwarming boss.

"By the way, do you need me to have a guard booth built for you? So you'll have a place to stay," Charlotte asked again.

"Have you ever seen a big tree living inside a house?" Amos asked.

Charlotte glanced at Amos, which had taken root in the ground and begun to absorb nutrients from the earth.

Well, that saves us another bit of infrastructure costs.

"Go ahead, I'll come find you if I need anything," Charlotte said, waving her hand.

"Yes, boss, Amos is ready at any time." Amos nodded respectfully.

Charlotte walked into the apothecary workshop, where the production line was bustling with activity.

Vivian stood on the high platform, skillfully manipulating the huge alchemy furnace.

During this time, Charlotte gave her three bottles of strength potion, turning her from a weak girl with no strength into a strong woman with 300kg of strength.

Strength doesn't just appear out of thin air; it means her physical attributes have also improved in all aspects, with significant enhancements in endurance, agility, and strength.

Otherwise, the morning work at the clinic would be enough to exhaust her, so how could she possibly work like a slave at the pharmacy in the afternoon, and then have to go to Adolf's place for some "love education" in the evening?

Vivian truly lives up to her reputation as a model worker, a chosen one among the working class.

However, when Charlotte received her salary this morning, she felt genuinely happy.