I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Charlotte patted Abu's head, looked at Guy and smiled, "There's something I'd like you to make for me. Do you have time these next couple of days?"

Guy laughed heartily, "Your order is definitely my top priority. If you need it urgently, I'll work overtime to get it done for you."

"It's not in a rush. Just make it for me in the next two or three days." Charlotte handed Guy the blueprints for the custom-made metal parts.

Guy took the blueprints and looked at them for a while, then nodded and said, "No problem, there's not much stuff, I can definitely finish it for you in two days."

Charlotte nodded: "Okay, then it's up to you. As for the cost, we'll calculate it after the items are made."

"No problem," Guy nodded.

Charlotte then asked, "Where can I still buy wood at this time? Preferably something with high hardness."

"If you want wood, you'll have to go to Tucker Street. The security in the Abyss has improved a lot recently, and many shops aren't in a hurry to close down. If you go now, you should still be able to buy some," Guy recommended.

Just then, Kerry drove the carriage to take Ino and Martha back to the clinic, and then came to pick up Abu to take him back to the workshop. He saw Charlotte standing in front of the blacksmith's shop and looked a little surprised.

"Kerry, you've come at just the right time. Take me to Tucker Street first; I need to buy some timber," Charlotte said to Kerry.

  

"Okay." Kerry nodded and said to Abu, "Wait for me here, the doctor and I will be right back."

"Yes, Father." Abu nodded obediently.

Kerry took Charlotte to Tucker Street, where they visited three shops and bought five square logs, each two meters long, as well as a decent set of woodworking tools, for a total of 2000 copper coins.

The core components were made by Guy, while he personally handled the frame and other parts; it shouldn't be too difficult.

"What kind of furniture are you planning to make?" Kerry asked curiously as he helped unload the wood from the truck.

"I guess so. I'm planning to make something myself." Charlotte nodded with a smile. "It's getting dark. You should hurry up and pick Abu up. That kid must be hungry."

"Okay." Kerry turned the car around and drove away.

"Where are you planning to move this piece of wood?" Martha asked, looking at the pile of wood on the ground as she came out of the clinic.

"I'm planning to move to the balcony and set up a small studio there," Charlotte said.

Martha nodded, stepped forward, picked up a log weighing several hundred pounds with one hand, and jumped up to the third floor. She did this three times and moved the log.

"Thank you," Charlotte said with a smile. For such an enthusiastic employee, words of thanks seemed inadequate.

Upon entering the restaurant, there was no one on the first floor.

Going up the stairs, everyone was in the kitchen.

Amiro and Milo tended the fire at the stove, while Ino stood in front of the pot squeezing fish balls.

Hot water was boiling in the pot, and round fish balls were dropped into the pot. They quickly floated to the surface and spun around.

"Where did you get the fish?" Charlotte asked with a smile as she walked into the kitchen.

"I bought it. I was just sitting at the door chatting with the old lady next door when I saw a fisherman carrying a big fish by. He looked lost, so I spent three hundred copper coins to buy it for him." Vivian said with a bit of pride, "Anyway, Lina is good at killing fish, and Ino is good at making fish balls. Buying a fish will solve our dinner problem tonight."

"Ino's fish balls are indeed delicious," Charlotte nodded in agreement.

Dinner consisted of a pot of stewed meat and a bowl of fish balls for each person.

"These fish balls are so delicious!"

"It feels chewy and springy, the texture is wonderful, it's delicious!"

"Ino's cooking is amazing! Not only is the fish soup delicious, but the fish balls are the best I've ever had!"

Everyone praised the fish balls highly.

Anna devoured the bowl in a flash, then stared longingly at Ino, starting to act cute and charming.

"There's one more thing, so give it all to Anna." Ino looked at it affectionately, then got up and served Anna another bowl.

After finishing the fish balls in his bowl, Benben swaggered over to Ino, tilting his head back and looking at her expectantly, wagging his tail wildly.

"Benben, do you still want to eat?" Ino looked at Benben with a troubled expression. Only a few fish balls were left to be put into Anna's bowl.

Benben immediately started wagging its tail and nodding frantically, practically dragging Ino toward its bowl.

"Meow!"

Anna suddenly let out a low warning.

Benben seemed to sense a chill and tucked its tail between its legs, burrowing under Mellen's chair. It no longer dared to fight for the fish balls.

Seeing this, Ino could only hand the plate to Anna, smiling as he reached out and patted her head.

"Waaah..." Benben nudged Mellen's leg with his head, wanting him to stand up for him.

Myron glanced at him and whispered, "Shh, don't tell anyone I know you. I still have to take care of Anna right now."

Benben stared wide-eyed at Myron in disbelief, then slumped to the ground, resigned to his fate.

After dinner, Charlotte called Ino aside to the alchemy room and said to her, "Ino, I have to go out tonight, so you can make your own potions. Keep making cleansing potions to improve your skills and get a deeper understanding of the characteristics of the alchemy furnace and how to control the heat."

"Okay, teacher." Ino nodded obediently.

Charlotte smiled and asked, "How was your first day officially working at the potion workshop?"

"It's great. After drinking that potion, I feel much stronger. I didn't feel tired at all after making potions all day today." Ino's eyes were full of joy. "Today we made a total of 1620 bottles of potions, and only failed to make two batches. We also had lunch made by Sister Nora. They are all very nice people."

"That's good." Charlotte nodded slightly, it seemed that Ino and her colleagues got along well. "I don't know when I'll be back tonight, so go home early when you've finished practicing."

Ino nodded and said, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on the time."

Charlotte didn't say anything more. She went back to her room, took a shower, opened the closet, and started to struggle with what to wear tonight.

After thinking it over, I finally pulled out the black tuxedo from the closet.

The clothes don't fit perfectly, but that's the effect I wanted. With the buttons fastened on, the outline of my eight-pack abs and pectoral muscles is faintly visible, perfectly outlining my figure.

This is similar to a woman wearing a bodycon skirt—it's about showing off her best side.

What is he doing tonight?

Hook up with a rich woman!

His beautiful body is his asset, so of course he has to show some of it off appropriately.

Charlotte combed her hair back neatly, looked at her handsome face in the mirror, and smiled slightly, revealing a wicked smile.

That's exactly the feeling I wanted.

He practiced his smile and eye contact in front of the mirror for ten minutes, trying to figure out how to win over a rich woman with just a look and a smile, and to find the perfect profile and angle.

However, he gave up quickly.

There's no way around it, it's perfect from any angle.

He is a handsome man from every angle, flawless.

In terms of shamelessness alone, he already surpasses others by far.

"Is it wrong to sell my body like this?" Charlotte looked at herself in the mirror and fell into deep thought.

However, he quickly slapped himself: "How could you hesitate? That's five million copper coins! Making money is nothing to be ashamed of."

He tidied his hair again and completed his mental preparation. No matter what happened tonight, he was ready.

He has a helpful nature, and it is our duty to help Mrs. Nancy obtain the title of Earl.

Charlotte went to the window, where Nancy's carriage was already parked downstairs, the lanterns hanging in front of it illuminating a small area.

He checked the Judgment Sword in his spatial ring and the Thunderstorm Spell talisman hidden in his sleeve again, and only after confirming that everything was in order did he go downstairs and leave.

Nancy's coachman was a silent, middle-aged vampire who rarely spoke, whether to Nancy or the maid. When Charlotte came out, he opened the carriage door for her.

Charlotte glanced at him. He was a level four vampire, with decent strength, but much weaker than Nancy. He must be quite trusted by Nancy.

"Master, we've met a few times, but I still don't know how to address you?" Charlotte climbed into the carriage, not in a hurry to close the door, and asked the coachman curiously.

The driver was silent for a moment before uttering two words: "Morin."

"How long have you been with Mrs. Nancy?"

Eight years.

"So, you were with her before she got married?" Charlotte asked thoughtfully.

"Hmm." The driver's reply remained concise.

Charlotte realized she wouldn't get any useful information out of this taciturn man, so she lost interest in continuing the conversation, closed the car door, and sat on the soft bench.

Nancy took the initiative to invite him to her place for drinks at night, which carried a hint of ambiguity.

Normally, this would be considered a fairly ideal follow-up to yesterday afternoon's beach date.

But the destination was Nightmare Street, which shattered that beautiful feeling once again.

The carriage traveled through several streets and alleys, where the landscape became increasingly desolate. Some dilapidated and unrepaired houses began to appear, and occasionally, the eerie meow of a stray cat could be heard, along with the inexplicable sound of things being knocked over.

Charlotte rolled down the car window and looked at the increasingly eerie street scene outside, feeling a chill run down her spine.

Nightmare Street was once one of the most prosperous streets in the Abyss. However, after the blood stained the street that night and the Judson family was wiped out, the residents of Nightmare Street fled the place, leaving it as desolate as it is today.

Although the Abyss is small and doesn't have many high-end hotels, there are plenty of places better than Nightmare Street. I don't know what Nancy was thinking, choosing to stay in such a awful place.

But then I thought, are vampires considered ghosts? If so, then choosing this place makes some sense.

For someone like Monte who disappears during the day, living on Nightmare Street would be a good choice, so he wouldn't be disturbed while he sleeps during the day.

The carriage moved forward at a leisurely pace. The lanterns in front of the carriage only illuminated a small area ahead, but the driver still managed to control the carriage steadily in the darkness. This is the advantage of using ultrasonic sensors to navigate.

After a short while, the carriage stopped.

The coachman opened the carriage door and looked at Charlotte, saying, "We've arrived. Your wife is waiting for you inside."

Charlotte climbed out of the carriage and looked up by the dim light of the lanterns. It was a building that resembled a medieval castle, which was not common in the Abyss. Moreover, it was one of the better-preserved buildings among the surrounding ruins, with only one tower on the side collapsed.

The castle was built of gray-black megaliths, its surface marked by the passage of time. A faint light shone from a small window high up, which, instead of providing warmth in this desolate street, only made it seem more eerie and terrifying.

This place is practically the perfect crime scene. Even if he screams his lungs out, no one will come to his rescue.

Maureen took the lantern from the carriage and handed it to Charlotte, gesturing for her to come in by herself.

After a slight hesitation, Charlotte picked up the lantern and walked towards the front door.

Now that we're already here, are we really going to turn back at the door?

The ancient, heavy black door was ajar. Charlotte gave it a gentle push, and it opened smoothly and silently.

What came into view was a long alleyway, pitch black with no lights on.

Charlotte carried the lantern and walked inside. The floor was paved with dark gray marble and was very clean. There were wall lamps on the walls, but they were not lit.

Passing through the alley, you come to a spacious hall. There is nothing in the hall; it must have been sold out of cash during the chaos. Even the crystal chandelier above has been removed, leaving only a lonely hanging rod.

The floors and walls are covered with golden marble, showcasing the former glory of the homeowner; even when the lights flicker, it still glitters.

Charlotte stood in the middle of the hall, where four passageways led in different directions, all pitch black, and she didn't know which way to go.

"Mrs. Nancy, I've arrived," Charlotte said.

The sound echoed in the empty hall, sounding somewhat strange.

Footsteps echoed from the alley to the right. Soon, the light of a lantern illuminated the alley, and Nancy, dressed in a red dress, emerged from it with a smile, looking at Charlotte and asking, "What are you afraid of?"

"To be honest, I'm a little afraid of the dark," Charlotte said frankly. "But after seeing you, I'm not afraid anymore."

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Nancy suddenly raised the lantern a few notches, the light shining on her snow-white face, making her look somewhat eerie in the darkness.

"Strictly speaking, vampires aren't considered ghosts." Charlotte wasn't afraid; instead, she stepped forward.

Nancy looked at Charlotte as she approached and smiled slightly: "But, I might not be the only ghost here?"

Charlotte's expression stiffened slightly, and she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

"I heard this used to be the house of the second wife of the Judson family patriarch. At least a hundred people died here the night the Judson family was wiped out." Nancy looked at Charlotte, whose expression was stiff, and her smile became brighter, but her voice became lower and lower. "You probably didn't participate in the massacre, did you? Those ghosts may not have left yet. They wander around the corridor all night long, and even the wall lamps can't be turned on."

A gust of cold wind blew from behind, and Charlotte shivered. No wonder not a single lamp was lit in the entire castle.

He didn't participate in the massacre of the entire family, but he was the mastermind behind it!

It can be said that he played a major role in the rapid demise of the Judson family.

He was the one who colluded with the three major families and used the potion of aversion to turn the Black Guard against the Black Guard.

To say that I have no guilty conscience at all would be a lie.

He now only regrets that he should have borrowed Masha's black cat for protection when he went out tonight.

"Come on, I'll show you around." Nancy smiled and turned around, carrying the lantern as she walked towards the alley on the right.

Charlotte hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed.

After all, they were holding hands and strolling on the beach yesterday, watching the sea together. With that affection between them, she wouldn't do anything to him tonight, would she?

The lanterns illuminated the magnificent corridor, and the exquisite paintings on the walls and ceiling all spoke of the former owner's glory.

It was, after all, the house of the clan leader's second wife, and it was indeed very luxurious, but unfortunately it is now full of ghostly energy.

Charlotte followed behind Nancy, her high heels clicking crisply in the corridor.

"There are plenty of secluded and quiet places in the abyss, why did you choose this particular spot?" Charlotte asked, looking at Nancy's retreating figure with some confusion.

"Because..." Nancy slowly turned around, looked at Charlotte, and smiled, "I like it."

"You like it?" Charlotte frowned slightly.

Nancy nodded: "That's right. There are indeed many remote and quiet places in the Abyss, and many old houses that no one lives in. But there is only one castle as beautiful and empty as this one. And it is even rarer to find a castle with such an atmosphere."

"Is this eerie atmosphere the main reason you chose to stay here?"

"That's right." Nancy nodded very firmly.

Charlotte's expression was slightly strange. What kind of quirk was this now?

"Do you think I'm weird?" Nancy stared into Charlotte's eyes, took a step closer to him, as if trying to see through his thoughts.

"I respect everyone's preferences," Charlotte replied calmly.

Nancy's lips curled into a slight smile as she turned and continued walking forward. "Come on, let me show you around my temporary castle. It's been badly damaged, but since I'm only staying here for a short time, I don't plan to spend a lot of money on repairs. However, I've set up two rooms on the second floor as my bedroom and living room."

The rooms on both sides of the corridor were closed. Charlotte wasn't curious about what was inside. At the end was a spiral staircase, and Nancy went up first.

Charlotte followed, carrying a lantern. After turning halfway up the stairs, a wall lamp appeared on the wall, its warm light illuminating the upper half of the stairs. The second-floor corridor was also lit up.

Charlotte stepped into the darkness, looking at the upper step of the stairs bathed in light, and felt a strange sense of boundary.

The first floor still harbors the spirits of the victims from the night of the massacre, creating a sinister and terrifying atmosphere that sends chills down one's spine and makes one feel uneasy.

From this first step on the stairs, the second floor feels like a completely different world.

Charlotte stepped onto the steps bathed in light and, following Nancy's example, hung her lantern on the shelf beside her. The discomfort of being stared at by the undead immediately lessened, as if the seemingly ordinary firelight possessed a warm power.

He looked up at Nancy, who was waiting for him at the top of the stairs. Clearly, she didn't like the eerie atmosphere either.

Otherwise, she should live on the first floor, instead of having the lights on on the second floor, and warm lights at that.

The second-floor corridor is covered with a thick carpet with a retro and elegant pattern, and your feet will hardly make a sound when you step on it.

"My bedroom is at the end of the corridor, and this is my guest room. You're lucky; you're the first man to visit my room." Nancy walked to the first room on the second floor and pushed open the door.

Charlotte looked into the room with some anticipation, but her expression froze instantly.