I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Charlotte brought the glass to her lips, then subtly sniffed it to confirm that the bright red liquid inside was indeed wine and not blood before taking a sip.

The wine is rich and full-bodied, with a subtle oak aroma, even better than the one Roland brought last time.

"Good wine." Charlotte sat down next to Nancy, this time sitting even closer to her.

Nancy subconsciously pulled her foot back, but didn't show any displeasure. She looked at him with a smile and said, "Aren't you very good at flirting with girls?"

"I'm usually engrossed in medicine and potion making, so I don't have time to study those things," Charlotte said, shaking her head frankly.

"The day before yesterday, I happened to come across a picture book called 'My Years of Hanging Out on Amman Street'," Nancy said, her teeth slightly parted.

"Damn! I knew Heidi, that vixen, couldn't be allowed to live!" Charlotte raised an eyebrow, but her expression remained calm as she asked curiously, "Is it some interesting picture book?"

Nancy's smile deepened, and she nodded slightly, saying, "Yes, it's quite interesting. It tells the story of a genius doctor who, after having his magical abilities stripped away, is forced to come to the Abyss and wander the streets of Amman, where he has untold stories about his relationships with various beautiful women."

"Oh, I see. This story sounds familiar, doesn't it?" Charlotte pondered.

Nancy couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Yeah, I also think this story looks familiar. The male lead's appearance is about 80 or 90 percent similar to the original."

"Who is the author of this picture book? I'm calling the police to have her arrested!" Charlotte said indignantly. "I'm going to sue her for defamation, very serious defamation! It has severely damaged my reputation."

"Then tell me, have you ever gone to Amman Street to fool around?" Nancy stared at him.

Charlotte replied with an upright expression, "No, I only went to give injections to the sick dancers, mainly to treat them. How can that be called fooling around?"

Nancy's lips curled slightly: "That's true. I heard that there used to be a dancer named Ruth on Aman Street. She was beautiful and talented, and you were unmoved even when she threw herself at you. I suppose those vulgar girls on Aman Street are no match for you."

It wasn't that she was unmoved, but rather that she dared not act for the sake of her future. Charlotte smiled and nodded: "Mrs. Nancy understands me best."

Just then, the carriage suddenly stopped, and Nancy, who had been smiling, looked up at the carriage door and her face darkened.

Beth knocked on the door, and a voice came from outside the carriage, sounding somewhat nervous: "Madam, Viscount Lorenzo has stopped the carriage and says he wants to see you."

"Viscount Lorenzo?" Charlotte frowned slightly. He sounded like a vampire. Why was he suddenly stopping the car?

"Okay." Nancy put her feet down, put on her shoes, placed the wine glass on the small table, and whispered to Charlotte, "Don't come out no matter what you hear."

After saying that, he got up, opened the door, and went out.

A vampire in a black tailcoat with long, wine-red hair stood before the carriage. His face was extremely pale, as if covered in flour. Looking at Nancy as she emerged from the carriage, his eyes held undisguised greed. He sneered, "Nancy, it's really not easy to see you. What have you thought about what I told you before?"

Nancy stood on the carriage shaft, coldly looking at the vampire, and said, "Lorenzo, you don't need to daydream. I will never remarry you, and you can forget about the castle and the fiefdom. Those are not things you deserve."

"What a joke! You married my older brother for only one day, and he died suddenly on your wedding night. Everyone has their suspicions about whether there was something fishy going on, but I've suppressed the rumors when my brothers brought them up over the years."

"If you know what's good for you and marry me, then this matter will be over, and no one will ever mention it again. But if you don't, and I find out something about you, not only will you lose the castle, but you'll also be hung on the iron rack in the castle to dry in the wind." Lorenzo stepped forward, looking at Nancy's beautiful face, and said with a hint of madness, "Your talent is good, but you're ultimately a bit weak. Without me, you can't protect the castle, so just give in to me."

  

"You good brothers who drank with him at the wedding banquet should know best how Count Christian died," Nancy said coldly, mocking, "Go ahead and investigate. If you can't find anything, just find some random charge to pin on me. I've had enough bad reputation over the years, what's one more for a coward like you?"

"You!" Lorenzo was furious, but he quickly grinned maliciously. "This time, I will definitely achieve my goal. Nancy, you will not escape my grasp."

"Lorenzo, I'm temporarily assuming the title of Earl, so you'd better show me some respect." Nancy frowned slightly.

Lorenzo's laughter grew even more arrogant: "Without offspring, you cannot truly inherit the title of Earl. If you really want to be the Earl, I can help you conceive a pure-blooded vampire child. What do you think?"

"Dream on!" Nancy snapped.

"One day, you won't be able to refuse me." Lorenzo moved swiftly, suddenly darting to the side of the carriage, yanking open the side window, and looking at Charlotte sitting inside, he sneered, "So you were hiding a human kid in the carriage. No wonder you ignored me."

Charlotte, who had listened in without saying a word, looked at the pale, grinning face pressed against the window and suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. An unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped her.

Even though he had just broken through to become an elite knight, the vampire at the window had at least level seven strength, far surpassing him.

Nancy's expression changed slightly, but she quickly calmed down and said coldly, "Lorenzo, this is Calva. If you hurt someone in the street, don't even think about leaving here today."

Lorenzo frowned, knowing that Nancy's words were not meant to scare him. Given his strength and status, it would indeed be difficult for him to escape after causing trouble in Calva. He then grinned at Charlotte, revealing two sharp teeth: "Kid, don't let me see you again, or I will definitely suck your blood dry."

Charlotte smiled without saying a word, and Calva had a complete set of laws that prevented his irrational behavior.

However, this death threat is real, and he will have to be careful whenever he sees a vampire in the future.

"Nancy, think carefully about my proposal. I'll come back to you again," Lorenzo said loudly to Nancy, then turned and left.

"Let's go back to the Abyss." Nancy looked in the direction where Lorenzo had disappeared, her expression somewhat grave as she returned to the carriage.

The carriage continued on its way, and Nancy returned to her seat, drinking her wine in silence.

"Who is he?" Charlotte asked.

"Lorenzo, one of Count Christian's brothers, has been coveting my and the Count's positions ever since Christian died." Nancy smiled sarcastically. "This is the umpteenth time he's bothered me; I'm used to it."

"But this time is a little different, isn't it?" Charlotte looked at her and could sense her anxiety and frustration, which was clearly not the habit she had described.

Nancy took a sip of red wine, remained silent for a moment, and said, "He used to be pleading, but today, his attitude is different. Maybe he has lost patience and is preparing to use other methods."

"Is he strong?" Charlotte asked.

Nancy laughed and said, "A level seven vampire isn't exactly very strong, but it's still stronger than you or me."

Charlotte remained silent. His judgment was correct; Lorenzo was indeed a level seven vampire, far surpassing Charlotte's strength as a newly advanced level five elite knight.

Nancy's strength should be at level six, one level lower than Lorenzo's, so she's not easy to deal with.

Nancy looked at him and smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, this has nothing to do with you."

Charlotte looked up at her and asked, "He said you have no children and cannot inherit the earldom, so you want to find a suitable person to have a child with. Is that true?"

Nancy laughed and retorted, "What, you've always thought I was a liar?"

Charlotte frankly stated, "I just thought it was a bit unreasonable before. After all, given your status and position, this kind of thing shouldn't be difficult to resolve."

"Do you think it's easy?" Nancy looked at him, a hint of anger in her voice. "Finding a suitable partner to have a child with is a very difficult thing for me! Extremely difficult!"

Charlotte looked at her angry face, which was somewhat cute because it was real, but also a little heartbreaking.

He must have lived in fear of Lorenzo's threats all these years, right? That might be why she didn't want to stay in the castle.

Moreover, there may be more than one Lorenzo.

After all, the status of an earl, the corresponding territory, castle, and wealth, as well as a beauty like Nancy, are all enough to make anyone's heart flutter.

According to Lorenzo, as long as Nancy has children, she can inherit the title of count and become a true countess, not just the wife of a deceased count, so that others will be wary of her status.

If that's really the case, Charlotte is still willing to sacrifice herself.

Nancy also stared at him, deep in thought.

If there was one man in her past life who she found somewhat lovable or interesting, it was the man in front of her.

The child born from the union of a human and a vampire will inevitably be a vampire, perfectly fulfilling her requirement of having a vampire offspring.

If you marry him and have a child, the child should be pretty good-looking.

However, he is a mage whose magical abilities have been stripped away. Mages are too physically weak, which may not be the best choice for vampires who rely on speed.

Nancy was caught in a dilemma.

Charlotte, naturally, couldn't volunteer herself, so she could only drink silently.

Moreover, they had only just gone on their first date today, and things had already gone very smoothly. They had held hands, he had carried her in a princess carry, touched her feet, and helped her put on her shoes. If he was so eager to take things to the next level, it would seem less mature and might actually make her feel disgusted.

And so, the carriage passed through Calva and returned to the Abyss, stopping in front of the Abyss Medical Center.

"Well then, see you next time, Mrs. Nancy," Charlotte said, standing up and smiling at Nancy.

"Goodbye." Nancy nodded slightly, her lips moved slightly, but in the end she didn't say anything to stop her.

Charlotte stood at the entrance of the clinic, watching Nancy's carriage drive into the mist and disappear into the streets of Bacca. Just as she was about to turn around, another magnificent carriage stopped in front of her, driven by Buddy.

"Dr. Charlotte, are you waiting for Miss here?" Buddy asked, somewhat surprised.

"I..." Charlotte was about to speak.

The car door opened, and Diana, dressed in a silver gown, stepped out, looking at Charlotte with some surprise: "It's not like we're going on a date, why are you dressed so formally? And how long have you been waiting here?"

"I just went out too. After all, it's a big business deal, so it's only right to dress formally," Charlotte said with a smile. Without waiting for Diana to greet her, she climbed into the carriage and climbed into the compartment. At the same time, she said to Buddy, "Buddy, to Lane 8, Tova Street, Ivan's Tailor Shop."

The carriage set off immediately, heading towards Towa Street.

"Dr. Charlotte truly lives up to her reputation as the Abyss's number one socialite. Her work is so busy that it's seamless. It's truly admirable," Heidi remarked from the window of the bookstore next door.

The bald boss retorted, "What do you know? Dr. Charlotte is playing both sides. If she can win over just one of them, she won't have to worry for the rest of her life."

"That's just typical scumbag behavior," Heidi emphasized.

The bald boss looked at her and nodded in deep agreement: "That's right, you should stay away from this kind of scumbag. If I find out again that you've climbed over the wall to cheat on me without me, I'll definitely break your lackeys."

"That's not my fault, I was forced into it," Heidi said innocently.

The boss scoffed, "Yeah, you have a mouth and legs. If you don't open the window and keep quiet, do you think they'll take you out for roast whole lamb?"

Charlotte was unaware that the father and daughter in the bookstore next door were arguing because of him; he was currently sitting opposite Diana, chatting with her.

Diana and Nancy are different. They have a deep relationship. They have built a fighting friendship by defeating Judson, established a cooperative relationship by building a potion workshop together, and their deep landlord-tenant relationship has lasted for three years, so it is easier and more comfortable for them to get along.

"The matter of the ironwood and nettle wall should be discussed at a formal meeting of the Abyss Council tonight. The Harriman family will push this forward with all their might. If the other two families don't follow suit, we will also recruit plant-type mages to set it up. I have already received confirmation from my grandfather about this," Diana said, looking at him.

"It's all thanks to your grandfather's decisiveness." Charlotte nodded. It was indeed more reliable to ask Diana than Roland for this matter; otherwise, he would probably still be embroiled in internal strife within the Duru family.

"Also, regarding the garment factory and textile mill, my father, grandfather, and I have discussed it, and they are aware of and agree to the investment. The textile mill is an investment in the family name, while the garment factory is a personal investment," Diana said.

Charlotte asked, somewhat surprised, "Didn't you say you'd check out the tailor shop first before making a decision?"

"I trust your judgment," Diana said with a smile.

"You trust me so much, aren't you worried that I'll sell you off?" Charlotte chuckled.

Diana retorted, "Sell me? Who could you sell me to in the Abyss? Would anyone dare to take me?"

Charlotte wholeheartedly agreed; Diana, now in the Abyss, was a being who could turn the world upside down with a flick of her wrist.

"Let's go to the tailor shop and see if the tailor you mentioned is worth the 30% stake," Diana said.

Charlotte smiled and said, "Ivan is certainly not the best tailor in the Abyss, but he dared to be the first to launch ready-made garments for sale and demonstrated an excellent grasp of sizing, which is crucial for ready-made garment production."

Diana nodded thoughtfully, but did not rush to agree with Charlotte's words.

The carriage entered Towa Street and turned into Lane 8, which was not very wide.

Four horse-drawn carriages were parked in front of the tailor shop, which stood out in the quiet alley.

It's worth noting that after Tova Street was destroyed and rebuilt, there weren't many popular shops on the main street, let alone shops hidden in the alleys.

When Diana stepped out of the carriage, a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.

There were six or seven customers choosing clothes in the tailor shop, and as I walked to the door, I heard them complaining.

"Tell your boss to hurry up and restock the sizes! Look at all these clothes, none of them have my size."

"Yes, I love this dress so much, but it's a bit small and doesn't fit well. If it were a size up, it would be just right."

"When will the new styles arrive? The weather's getting colder, so you'll probably be releasing winter clothes, right? Do you have leather jackets?"

As the middle-aged saleswoman helped them find clothes, she said with a smile, "The boss is even more anxious than the ladies. He stayed up all night last night to rush to make clothes, but he couldn't resist everyone's enthusiasm, and all the sizes were sold out by this morning."

Which size do you want? I'll write it down for you and have the boss prioritize making it for you. You can pick it up tomorrow morning.

Winter clothes are definitely coming in, but the boss said he has to finish this batch of goods first, so the winter clothes will have to wait a while. If you want to find another tailor to make them, you'll have to wait another month.

Upon hearing this, Charlotte couldn't help but glance twice at the ordinary-looking middle-aged salesman as she entered.

This salesperson's communication skills are far superior to Ivan's.

In just a few words, the shop owner not only showed respect to the customer but also expressed his hard work in producing the clothes. Most importantly, he subtly promoted the high demand and limited supply of clothing in the store, urging customers to place their orders quickly if they wanted a particular item, thus securing another sale.

Ivan's decision to recruit a salesperson and remain behind the scenes was indeed a very wise one, and the salesperson he chose was also very competent and capable.

The women buying clothes in the store were mostly wealthy ladies from the abyss. When they saw Diana enter, they all showed surprise on their faces and took the initiative to greet her.

Seeing Charlotte follow Diana in only added to her doubts and speculations.

Diana simply nodded slightly and then began to examine the clothes on the hanger.

The shop is small and simply decorated. More than a dozen styles of clothes and skirts are hanging on several horizontal clothes racks. There are one or two pieces of each style, and four or five pieces of each style. They are neatly hung according to size. The sales method is indeed quite novel.

All the clothes she wore from childhood to adulthood were custom-made by tailors who came to her home to take her measurements.

Clothes made directly without measuring the customer's body shape, how can they fit properly?

"Miss, do you have a style you like? If you'd like, I can get you the right size to try on," the salesperson said with a smile.

"You can try it on?" Diana asked, somewhat surprised.

"That's right, you can try them on and buy them if you think they fit." The salesperson smiled and nodded.