I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Charlotte went to visit the two warehouses.

The warehouse already has dozens of boxes of potions piled up, mostly gold-level stamina potions and low-level first aid kits.

The materials for the hydrating essence have not yet arrived, so it has not yet entered the mass production stage.

The materials in the warehouse are running low. He placed an order with Harry yesterday, but he doesn't have much stock on hand and needs to source materials from elsewhere.

Given Charlotte's recent large-scale purchases, Harry has significantly reduced the unit price of materials for her, further lowering her procurement costs.

This is also why Charlotte doesn't intend to change her source of supply; Harry can find most of the materials he needs and provide them to him at prices no higher than those of Kalva's suppliers.

If you need to restock anything, just let me know anytime – it's convenient and quick.

boom! boom! boom!

Kerry, shirtless, swung his hammer and smashed the materials to pieces.

His body is slowly recovering. He has gained some weight during this time and no longer looks as thin as he used to be.

"The food's been good lately, I've gained weight," Charlotte said with a smile as she pulled up a small stool and sat down.

Kerry stopped swinging his hammer and said with a simple smile, "Jacob's wife is a good cook. With the food improved, I've been eating more and have gained weight."

Charlotte smiled and nodded: "That's good. Once you've recovered to your previous state, if you still want to be a blacksmith, then you can open a blacksmith shop again."

Kerry shook his head and said, "I'm not going to be a blacksmith anymore. I've been a blacksmith for most of my life, and there's only so much I can do anyway. I might as well stay here and work on some materials. It's a more relaxed and carefree life."

Good grief, I'm lying down now.

Charlotte smiled and didn't try to persuade him. Why bother trying to persuade him when he was lying down in such a comfortable position?

  

Moreover, Kerry is meticulous and attentive to his work, and he handles materials very well. Such a good employee is hard to find.

"Boss, um..." Kerry rubbed his hands together, hesitating to speak.

"You want to get an advance on your salary, right? Tell me, how much?" Charlotte said with a smile.

"Abu is growing a lot, and I want him to eat more meat. I'd like to ask for an advance of 500 copper coins." Kerry scratched his head a little sheepishly. "Is that alright?"

"Of course, no problem. I'll give you an advance of 1000 copper coins, which can be deducted from your salary later." Charlotte took out ten silver coins and handed them to Kerry.

"Thank you," Kerry said gratefully, accepting the gift with both hands.

Charlotte stayed at the potion workshop until it got dark, and only left together when everyone else was off work.

"Boss, should we cook for Amos?" Nora walked over quickly and asked Charlotte, who was already at the door.

"No need, he's a tree person, he'll be full after basking in the sun," Charlotte said with a smile and a shake of her head.

"Actually, I still occasionally catch a few wild boars and buffaloes for a treat," Amos, who had returned and settled down in front of the workshop, explained.

However, he looked down at Nora and smiled, "Nora, thank you for your kindness, but you don't need to worry about cooking for me. That would be a real headache for you."

"Okay." Nora nodded, but added, "If you need something to eat, we can help you. We have a huge fireplace, don't we?"

"Oh, that's a good idea. I've never had cooked food before," Amos said thoughtfully.

Charlotte did not continue the friendly exchange among her fellow workers, but instead got into the carriage and returned to the clinic.

The Night's Watch and the Hermit will be coming tonight, so he needs to make some preparations in advance.

The hermit had already seen that Master Benjamin was a gentle elder.

The Night Watchman is likely from the dragon race, a powerful and compassionate being who single-handedly defends a city on the night of the red moon.

Scar, the chief of the Lion Tribe, is Martha's enemy who killed her father and mother.

During the evening's discussion, one of Charlotte's goals was to guide the Night's Watch and the Hermits in a night raid on the Lion Clan, kill Scar, and capture the necromancer Horace alive.

With Scar dead, Martha, as the daughter of the former chieftain, possesses the extraordinary talent of protecting her companion beast, making her the perfect candidate to become the chieftain of the Lion Tribe.

She could take revenge and reclaim her chieftainship—killing two birds with one stone.

With Martha's talent, keeping her in the potion workshop as a laborer is really beneath her.

In contrast, if she became the chief of the Lion Tribe, she could provide him with more assistance.

At least he now has a chief friend.

Back at the clinic, Charlotte went upstairs to make dinner first.

During the meal, Martha couldn't help but ask curiously, "Boss, who are Master Benjamin and the others? And how do you know them?"

"I'm talking about online friends, do you understand?" Charlotte calmly replied, "A friend I met by chance, I don't know who he's waiting for."

"I really want to meet someone who can make Master Benjamin wait. Maybe... I should skip class tonight?" Vivian was eager to try.

"You skipped yesterday, are you sure you're not going tonight?" Charlotte glanced at her.

"Never mind, I still have to go, otherwise that old man will nag me to death." Vivian sighed, finished the rice in her bowl, went back to her room to change her clothes, and then went downstairs.

A horse-drawn carriage was already parked at the entrance.

Vivian climbed into the carriage, where Adolf, who had just arrived from Calva, was already seated.

"Master, are you very familiar with Master Benjamin?" Vivian asked curiously as she sat down opposite him.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Adolf sat up straight, stroking his beard, and said, "Back then, we were known as the two peerless prodigies of the Elf Forest. Of course, your master was a bit more handsome and stronger than him. He benefited from my fame."

"Really? I feel like what I saw isn't the same as what you're saying." Vivian frowned, looking somewhat disbelieving.

"Why would your master lie to you? I was the one who suppressed him back then..." Adolf paused, then suddenly became nervous and said, "Saw him? My disciple, where did you see Benjamin? That old guy came looking for you? Damn! Is that old bastard trying to steal my man?"

"Master, please don't get agitated. Master Benjamin didn't come to see me; he came to see my boss. He didn't say he wanted to take me as his apprentice." Vivian quickly pressed Adolf down.

"Looking for Charlotte?" Adolf's expression relaxed slightly, but he frowned again. "Lois gave Charlotte quite a few gifts when she came to see me last time. Surely it's not necessary for that old bastard to come all the way here again?"

"Well... I don't know." Vivian thought for a moment and decided not to reveal the contents of their conversation that afternoon to Adolf.

"I think he's mostly after you, my dear disciple. Don't believe anything he says. I'm your best master. I can give you double whatever he promises you. Don't let him blind you," Adolf earnestly advised, not forgetting to paint a rosy picture of her future.

"Mmm." Vivian could only nod.

"By the way, is that guy still at the clinic?" Adolf asked again.

Vivian shook her head: "No, I came for a while this afternoon and then left, saying I was going to see an important friend."

"See a friend? He didn't come to see me either," Adolf said, puzzled.

"Master... is it possible that you are not the important friend that Master Benjamin mentioned?" Vivian asked tentatively.

Adolf was taken aback, then his face gradually flushed red. He coughed twice and said, "You know, with your master's status, the Grand Elder of the Medical Association, he's not someone you can just see whenever you want. He just couldn't find me. That's right. I don't want to see him either. I have many friends; he's just one of those unimportant ones."

"Hmm, that's about it." Vivian rolled her eyes, then looked around. "Where did this vinegar jar spill from? It smells so sour."

Adolf turned his face away, leaving a deep handprint on the leather stool where his hand had been.

Charlotte opened Blackstone and glanced at it. There were no new private messages, but the witch did share some observations of the underwater fog in the group.

After the Red Moon Night, the movement speed of the Mist decreased significantly, but it still seemed to be moving towards a certain settlement. It was expected to reach the vicinity of that settlement during the next Red Moon Night.

Since there is currently no plan to stop them, she has begun organizing the evacuation of the settlement, but progress is not going well. Many sea creatures are not cooperating, and she has no better solution for the time being.

Charlotte put the black stone in her pocket, went downstairs, transplanted a nettle into a flowerpot, and placed it on the counter.

A long, retractable table was unfolded and four stools were placed on it to serve as a meeting table for entertaining guests.

There was no other way; the conditions were too basic, and there wasn't even a decent living room.

The first small offline meetup for members of the Red Moon group will have to be kept simple.

A short while later, the black stone trembled.

Charlotte took it out and saw that it was a message from the Hermit.

[The Hermit: I've met up with the Night's Watch and we'll be at the infirmary soon.]

Charlotte was just about to reply to the message when there was a knock at the door. She muttered to herself, "That was way too fast!"

He strode forward to open the door, and there was Benjamin knocking. Behind him stood a dignified man in golden armor, his vertical pupils exuding a chilling aura, radiating authority without anger.

"Senior Benjamin, this must be Senior Night Watchman," Charlotte said respectfully.

"That's right, I am a member of the Night's Watch. Miracle, isn't it? It's our first meeting. You can call me Constantine." The man in golden armor laughed heartily and extended his hand to Charlotte.

"Hello." Charlotte quickly shook hands with him. "You can call me Charlotte. Please come in and let's talk."

It seems that when people meet in person, they will still mainly use their real names.

Charlotte welcomed the two inside and then closed the door.

"Please sit here. The conditions are simple, please don't mind," Charlotte said somewhat apologetically as she led the two to their seats.

"It's alright. I've heard about you from Benjamin. It's already quite an achievement to have established yourself here." Constantine smiled broadly, sat down, and looked at him, saying, "The judge didn't choose the wrong person. Your future achievements will not be less than his."

"You flatter me." Charlotte knew very well that the token Adolf had given him to conceal his aura was completely useless against god-level powerhouses like Constantine and the Hermit.

"Benjamin already told me about the nettles and necromancers on the way here. Young people's ideas are indeed bold and crazy. We old guys wouldn't dare to think about things from this perspective." Constantine looked at him with great admiration. "Tell me your specific ideas, and the three of us can discuss it and decide what to do next."

"Before I begin, please allow me to call Martha here. She is the discoverer of nettle grass and the only orc we can find who went mad and then returned to normal. She is the one who has verified the feasibility of this plan," Charlotte said.

"Is that the little lion? It's a poor little thing, and it even discovered something as important as nettles. Let her come." Constantine nodded.

Charlotte went upstairs and soon came downstairs with Martha and Kuroko.

Two pairs of eyes were fixed on her, and Martha couldn't move again.

Vertical pupils!

Golden Armor!

Martha felt an absolute suppression from her bloodline.

The opponent was a golden dragon, and its strength was comparable to Benjamin's—a god-level being!

Charlotte half-dragged, half-carried her to a chair, and said somewhat awkwardly, "She's timid, please don't mind."

"Little girl, don't be afraid, I am Constantine," Constantine said as kindly as possible.

"Constantine...Constantine!" Martha was even more frightened. If she remembered correctly, her father had told her about the strongest beings on the continent of Aesop, including Constantine, the patriarch of the Golden Dragon Clan.

Kuroko once again fell into a state of feigned death, burying his head under Martha's armpit.

"Have some backbone. Just answer whatever we ask." Charlotte reached out and ruffled her short hair, smiling helplessly.

From this perspective, his mentality is not bad. At least he didn't panic to the point of being unable to walk in front of Constantine and Benjamin.

Martha's tension eased slightly, and she realized something very important: if the two men in front of her were willing, they could help her kill Scar and Horace at any time and avenge her family.

Hatred overcame fear, and she needed to gain more of their favor.

"A guardian companion beast, that's interesting. It's the first time I've ever seen one, and it can even absorb the spirits of magical beasts." Constantine looked at the black creature in Martha's arms with great interest.

"If you're interested, you can take it and play with it." Martha presented the black ball with both hands.

Kuroko, who had been pretending to be dead, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Martha in disbelief. Her trusted master had actually given her away like this?

Is no one speaking up for me?

Is there no justice left? Is there no law left?

Constantine actually reached out and took it, holding it in his hand and playing with it for a while before handing it back to her, praising, "Not bad, not bad, the potential is extremely high. If properly nurtured, the future is promising."

Martha sighed and said, "It's not easy to raise. It's very picky and only eats magical beasts and undead. But I don't dare to let it absorb food near big cities on the night of the Red Moon. I can only scavenge for food in the wilderness. It's too difficult."

"Oh? Is that so?" Constantine seemed thoughtful, quite fond of the child, and said, "How about next time on the night of the Red Moon, I take you for a stroll around the city walls of all the major cities, so it can eat its fill?"

Martha's eyes widened instantly, staring at Constantine in disbelief. "Really?! Okay, okay!"

She was just casually complaining about how picky the haters were, but she didn't expect to get such a response from Constantine.

Charlotte was also somewhat surprised to hear this. She hadn't expected Constantine to be so friendly to Martha. If he were to take Blackie on a stroll around the city walls, it would indeed be able to intimidate the city guards.

Kuroko's strength will increase dramatically, and this will in turn benefit Masa, resulting in an abnormally rapid growth rate.

After this interaction, Masha's tension was relieved.

Charlotte said, "I think we need to go to the Lion Tribe as soon as possible and capture and control the necromancer Horace. The black magic he possesses has the effect of corrupting people, and it's currently the only one of its kind. If he disappears or is killed, then the plan to corrupt the entire continent will be impossible to carry out."

"I agree with your suggestion. Catching that guy will prevent him from continuing his evil deeds." Constantine nodded, then looked at Martha and said, "Little girl, you'll come with me to the Lion Tribe later. I'll help you reclaim what's rightfully yours as a reward for discovering the nettle."

Martha jumped up from her chair, staring wide-eyed at Constantine, then turned to Charlotte with an incredulous expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that? If you need to kowtow, then kowtow," Charlotte laughed.

Martha actually knelt down with a thud, kowtowed three times to Constantine, and said excitedly, "My lord, if you can help Martha kill Scar, Martha is willing to become your servant and serve you by your side for life."

"I don't need servants." Constantine raised a hand and helped Martha up. Looking at the little girl with her forehead flushed red, he hesitated for a moment and said, "You've already kowtowed. How about I take you as my apprentice?"

Now, it wasn't just Martha who was stunned.

Charlotte was stunned. What kind of operation was this? The golden dragon taking the lion spirit as its disciple?

Even Benjamin looked at Constantine in surprise, clearly caught off guard as well.

"What, you don't want to become my disciple?" Constantine asked with a smile, looking at the stunned Martha.

"I'm willing! I'm willing!" Martha knelt down again, kowtowed three times earnestly, and then called out in a clear voice, "Master!"

"Haha, my good disciple." Constantine laughed heartily, clearly in a very good mood. He looked at Martha and said, "Master didn't bring the disciple-acceptance gift. Master will prepare it properly when he gets back and give it to you."

"Yes." Martha nodded, her face full of joy.

"You've taken on a fine apprentice," Benjamin exclaimed. Martha has a special physique and a guardian companion beast that is rare to find even once in ten thousand years. Her future potential is extremely high, and she may even achieve godhood with both of them.

A divine guardian companion beast that has achieved perfect harmony with its surroundings is likely to have few rivals among its peers.

When he saw Martha this morning, he did consider taking her on as a disciple, but as a magician, he couldn't provide her with proper instruction and might even waste her talent.

Charlotte also realized that Constantine did not take on Martha hastily, but made the decision after verifying her talent.

That's why he agreed to take her to the big city to absorb the undead of magical beasts; at that time, he already had the idea of ​​taking her as a disciple.

"Then let's head to the Lion Tribe, capture that necromancer, and avenge my apprentice." Constantine stood up to leave.

"Wait a minute," Charlotte said quickly. "This afternoon, Amos and I went to the place where he buried the necromancer who cursed him. I found half a golden leaf fragment and a green key."