I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

A line of blood appeared on the dog's neck, and more than a dozen dog heads leaped high, gushing out jets of blood.

The headless dog carcass fell to the ground, blood splattered everywhere, the scene extremely bloody and horrific!

The wicked slaves surrounding Charlotte finally showed fear on their faces as Charlotte walked towards them carrying a black longsword.

Sword energy!

He is at least a high-ranking knight!

Even their captain was just a level three orc.

The wicked slaves tried to scatter and escape, but it was too late.

Charlotte pierced through the still-lingering blood mist, sword in hand, and charged into the horde of wicked slaves.

With a light flick of his longsword, each strike aimed at the tendons in his hands and feet.

Blood and screams rose and fell, and in the blink of an eye, all twelve evil slaves were lying on the ground groaning, their tendons and ligaments severed.

"He...he..." Anselm stared in horror at Charlotte, who was walking towards him with a blood-dripping black longsword, his legs trembling.

The black bear orc guarding him was also weak in the knees and covered in cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and raised his thick iron rod, which was as thick as his arm, and smashed it down at Charlotte.

With a casual slash, the Judgment Sword cleaved the orc's iron club in two as easily as splitting bamboo, severing the orc's hand that was holding the club along with it.

He passed by him and severed his hamstring from behind.

"what!"

Blood splattered on Anselm's face, startling him so much that he fell to the ground.

"What are you afraid of on Margo Street?" Charlotte looked down at him and asked with a smile.

On Margo Street, apart from the screams of the wicked slaves, there was not a sound.

Hundreds of onlookers stared in shock at the sudden turn of events.

That's too fast! Charlotte's sword is just too fast!

They didn't even see how he drew his sword before the heads of the twelve vicious dogs flew off.

Then he appeared as a ghost moving among the wicked servants, effortlessly severing the tendons in the hands and feet of those servants who usually swaggered around and bullied the neighbors.

Even a powerful slave leader was cleaved in two by a single sword strike, his hands severed, and his Achilles tendons cut off.

He's just too strong!

"good!"

  

One of the neighbors couldn't help but shout "Good!" from the crowd.

Seeing that these bastard slaves and vicious dogs had finally been dealt with, the long-oppressed neighbors felt an indescribable sense of relief!

This is something they wanted to do but couldn't, but now someone has done it for them.

Edith's face and body were splattered with hot dog blood. She stared blankly at the scene before her, and the pent-up frustration in her heart seemed to be resolved at this moment.

It turns out that even the powerful Anselm in her eyes was just as pathetic and frightened as Charlotte when he met her, and he was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

"You...you can't kill me!" Anselm looked at Charlotte in horror, using his hands to push himself backward.

Isn't this guy a doctor? How come he's so powerful!

He is at least a high-ranking knight. Such a young high-ranking knight must be an extraordinary genius.

How did Edith manage to hook up with such a person?

"Is that so? Why not?" Charlotte smiled and took another step forward, sword in hand.

"Sir, that fellow claimed to be a doctor and broke into the master's mansion. He not only killed the master's two beloved dogs but also crippled two of our guards. However, we have subdued him now. Of course, swords have no eyes, and fights inevitably result in casualties. We asked you to come here to see..." The wicked servant who had broken through to call for help earlier arrived with a patrol team. The crowd quickly made way for him, but upon seeing the dead dogs scattered on the ground and the wailing servant, his words stopped abruptly, and he revealed an expression of disbelief, "How... how is this possible!"

This patrol team consisted entirely of the Duru family guards, totaling eight people. They usually patrolled this area. The leader was named Bob, a fourth-level knight, who was quite familiar with Ansem.

After all, he had a marriage alliance with the Tru family, so Bob naturally took good care of Anselm. When he heard that someone was causing trouble on Margo Street, he immediately led a team to the scene.

I thought I was here to do some cleanup work for Anselm, but when I pushed through the crowd, I saw dead dogs all over the ground and guards lying on the ground with their tendons severed.

The dog's head was cleanly severed, and the corpse surrounded the woman, as if they had been cut off by a single sword strike.

The method of severing tendons in the hands and feet is extremely vicious. Unless a high-level mage casts a healing spell on them, these servants will be crippled for life. Even if they are reconnected, it is unknown how much they can recover.

Bob's heart sank. Anselm had probably bitten off more than he could chew. To be able to do all this in such a short time, the opponent must be at least a high-ranking knight, and possibly even stronger than him.

At least he couldn't sever the tendons of these orcs with such precision without killing them.

Bob quickly noticed the figure standing in front of Anselm, carrying a black longsword, and immediately shouted, "Stop! The Abyss Patrol is here! Who dares to commit violence in the street!"

"Committing a crime in the street?" Charlotte slowly turned around, looking at the patrol team that surrounded her with tense expressions, and said with a smile, "You may have misunderstood. I brought the victim here to ask for medical expenses. It was Anselm who released vicious dogs and thugs to attack the two of us. I had no choice but to act in self-defense to save my life."

"You..." Bob looked at Charlotte with a slightly narrowed gaze. He felt that the man in front of him seemed somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

However, despite killing more than ten vicious dogs and severing the tendons of more than ten wicked slaves, he did not have a drop of blood on his body. If it weren't for the black longsword in his hand still dripping blood, it would seem as if what happened here had nothing to do with him.

Bob couldn't gauge the young man's abilities, but he instinctively felt that this young man was very strong, at least stronger than him.

When did such a figure emerge from the abyss?

When Anselm saw Bob leading his team approaching, his eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Bob, save me! Arrest this guy! He killed all my dogs and crippled all my guards; he's trying to kill me!"

Anselm was neither dead nor injured, which relieved Bob a little; otherwise, he wouldn't know how to explain it to his master when he got back.

"Put down your sword and surrender! You injured so many people in the street, any problems can be discussed at the police station!" Bob shouted at Charlotte in a deep voice, and the other team members had already surrounded Charlotte in tacit agreement.

As the core guard of the Duru family, their strength is all above level three. They are well-trained and have excellent teamwork, which is incomparable to the rabble under Anselm's command.

"So, you didn't listen to a word I said earlier, or you're planning to arrest me first, right?" Charlotte's gaze towards Bob turned cold, tinged with sarcasm. "I said, are you part of the Duru family's guard or the Abyss Patrol?"

Bob suddenly felt a chill envelop him, his heart skipped a beat, and he solemnly raised his hand to stop the other team members from taking any further action. Looking at Charlotte, he asked, "Who are you? Why are you here on Margo Street today? And how did you get into a conflict with Anselm's guards?"

"I'm Charlotte from the Abyss Medical Center. This morning, Anselm unleashed his dogs, which bit off Edith's youngest son, Norman, severing his left hand and injuring his shoulder and thigh. He was brought to my clinic in critical condition, and it took a great deal of effort to save him." Charlotte looked at Bob and asked, "Anselm let his dogs off-leash and allowed two such large dogs to attack a five-year-old child, almost crippling him and leaving him in critical condition. Do you think he should pay for the child's medical expenses? Does your patrol team handle this kind of thing?"

"Charlotte of the Abyss Medical Clinic!" Bob exclaimed in surprise. He had been hearing this name quite often lately. The fourth medical clinic in the Abyss, affiliated with the Harriman family, was said to be popular among adventurers for its low medical fees.

The most famous recent event was when the Abyss Medical Clinic took on the task of treating the Harriman family's fox guards during the last Red Moon night.

With a similar number of injured, thanks to the Abyss Medical Center's treatment, the Fox Guard's final casualty count was far lower than that of the Duru family's guard team, which owned two medical centers.

This made Charlotte famous, and the reputation of Abyss Medical Clinic gradually grew from an unknown small clinic to one that was on par with the two clinics under the Duru family.

If he remembered correctly, Charlotte should be a mage whose magical essence had been destroyed. Why is she now a high-ranking knight, and perhaps even stronger than he expected?

Charlotte was no nobody; the strength she displayed even made him wary. Seeing that she wasn't in a hurry to attack Anselm, he suppressed his impatience and seriously considered her words.

"You're Edith?" Bob looked at the woman standing in the room, her body stained with blood.

"Yes, sir." Edith nodded, looking at Bob with tears in her eyes, "Dr. Charlotte's words are all true. This morning, Anselm unleashed two vicious dogs to tear my young son Norman apart. Many neighbors witnessed it. The child was only five years old, such a small child. His left hand was bitten off, his shoulder was bitten open, and he was bitten twice on his leg. He almost died. If I hadn't rushed forward to protect him, he would have been eaten by those two vicious dogs."

The patrol members were all moved by what they heard and instinctively put their drawn swords back.

How desperate must such a frail mother have felt when she saw her child being attacked by two terrifying dogs! And what courage did she have to rush forward to save her child?

Bob looked at the onlookers. Although no one came forward to testify, he could glean something from their eyes.

"Anselm, is this true?" Bob asked, looking at Anselm.

Anselm was furious that Bob hadn't rescued him immediately, but Charlotte's sword was hanging nearby, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "That bastard is talking nonsense! Everyone on Margot Street knows my dog ​​needs to be out for exercise every day. His son is a naughty little bastard, and I heard he threw stones at the dog, which is why he angered my pet. He deserved to be bitten, and I want them to compensate me for my dog!"

Knowing Anselm as well as Bob did, he could tell at a glance who was telling the truth and who was lying.

However, Charlotte is a member of the Harriman family, while Anselm is related to the Truman family by marriage, so he knows who to protect.

Of course, he didn't dare to take the blame rashly. It was better to stall for time until Anselm's son-in-law arrived after hearing the news, so he could extricate himself. His primary goal now was to ensure that Charlotte would not suddenly kill someone.

"The medical bills aren't a big deal, but why did you kill all of Anselm's dogs and cruelly cripple these guards?" Bob asked Charlotte.

“I told you, I acted in self-defense. I brought Edith to collect medical expenses, and Anselm’s wicked servants not only failed to inform us but also unleashed their dogs to attack us. A huge dog, half a person tall and weighing over 200 pounds, lunged at me. Should I have gently advised them to be rational and not act impulsively? Anselm threatened to kill us both and feed us to the dogs, and these wicked servants brandished knives, ready to hack us to death. I merely severed their tendons, temporarily incapacitating them. Is that what you call cruelty?” Charlotte looked at him and laughed, “What, do honest people deserve to die?”

Bob remained silent. Knowing Anselm and his wicked servants as he did, he knew Charlotte was absolutely capable of doing what she was talking about.

"Furthermore, before I took action, I asked the neighbors to witness and warned Anselm and his wicked servants not to continue trying to harm us, or I would have acted in self-defense." Charlotte looked at Bob and smiled. "You can ask the neighbors present to see if it was their dogs who struck first. Of course, you can also explain to us what self-defense means."

"That's right, it was Anselm and his men who struck first! I can testify to that!"

A voice rang out from behind the onlookers.

"Who the hell dares to..." Anselm turned around and cursed angrily.

The sudden sight of the cold sword pressed against his neck made him swallow back the rest of his words.

Charlotte looked at him and sneered, "Show some respect to the neighbors. Are you that fierce? Or do you have a lot of dog heads to lose?"

"Charlotte, calm down!" Bob said quickly, and the other guards also became tense, gripping their weapons again.

"Yes, we can testify!"

"Anselm not only let the dogs bite Norman, he wanted them to kill them both!"

The emotions of the onlookers were immediately ignited, and voices rose from the crowd.

Anselm's face turned pale instantly, and his eyes flashed with fear in addition to anger.

Just then, a carriage and eight fine horses galloped toward them.

"It's just ahead!" Vivian said, sitting on the carriage shaft and pointing to the crowd. The driver was Buddy.

The eight steeds following behind were Fox Guards dressed in uniform black light armor.

The crowd quickly parted to both sides.

The fox guards rode their horses over the dog carcasses and the scrambling slaves on the ground, shielding Charlotte in the middle, and cocked their crossbows, aiming them directly at Bob and the other patrol members.

Upon seeing this, the patrol team members drew their weapons and watched the Fox Guards warily.

The situation on the field suddenly became extremely tense!

Buddy stopped the carriage and rushed to Charlotte's side. Seeing that Charlotte was unharmed and holding the longsword, he breathed a slight sigh of relief, but still asked with concern, "Doctor, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Buddy, what brings you here?" Charlotte shook her head slightly, somewhat surprised.

Buddy explained, "Dr. Eileen came to the city lord's mansion to file a complaint. I happened to be there on behalf of Miss, and I ran into her when I was leaving. Hearing that you were in danger, I immediately brought a squad of fox guards here."

After speaking, he glanced at the vicious dogs with severed heads lying all over the ground, the dozen or so orcs with their tendons severed, and Charlotte holding a blood-stained longsword, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes.

He had already heard the story from Vivian on the way, but judging from the situation at the scene, Charlotte not only did not suffer any losses, but actually had the other party completely under her control.

Bob frowned as he looked at Buddy and the group of Fox Guards with their repeating crossbows at the ready. "Buddy, what are you doing?"

Buddy looked at Bob and said calmly, "Captain Bob, as you can see, we're protecting Dr. Charlotte. What are you doing?"

"He just beheaded fourteen dogs here and severed the tendons of fourteen orc guards. The patrol is following procedure and preparing to take him back for questioning. This is a very serious case," Bob said in a deep voice.

Buddy is someone close to Diana, and his status is rather special. Now that he has intervened, this matter is clearly no longer something he can decide on his own. However, Margo Street is still the territory of the Duru family, and this matter must be resolved. It is impossible to just let Buddy take the person away like this.

"It seems you were in charge of patrolling this street. You arrived just in time, after killing several vicious dogs and crippling a few wicked servants." Buddy looked at Bob, his face turning cold, and his voice suddenly rising several decibels: "But I heard that this morning a toddler had his hand bitten off by a vicious dog here, and almost lost his life. His injuries were much more serious than those of the wicked servants. I wonder if Captain Bob has already killed the vicious dog? Has he punished the wicked servant who allowed the dog to run rampant? And has he apprehended the dog's owner?"

"You..." Bob's face turned red and then pale.

Charlotte looked at Buddy with a hint of amusement. Usually, he always acted and spoke in a humble manner in front of him and Diana, so this was the first time she had seen him be so confrontational.

"Looks like Captain Bob only just heard about this, right? By the time you got there, the vicious dog that attacked the toddler had already been killed by Dr. Charlotte, the wicked servant who allowed the dog to attack people had been punished, and even the dog's owner had been apprehended." Buddy looked at him, making no attempt to hide his mockery. "So, now you want to arrest Dr. Charlotte, the one who stood up for justice and punished evil, and interrogate her? What's going on in your head? What are you guys even patrolling all day for?!"

Upon hearing this, all the patrol members lowered their heads in shame.

Bob, his face flushed with embarrassment, retorted, "Buddy, this is Margo Street, the Truman family's territory. It's none of your business how I do things!"

"What a joke!" Buddy's gaze turned cold, and he said loudly, "The Abyss has been built into a city. Magor Street is Magor Street of the Abyss, and it is no longer just Magor Street of your Duru family. All residents of the Abyss enjoy the same right to survival and are protected by the twenty-three laws of the Abyss."

The council voted to establish forty patrol teams, with twenty teams each composed of the Fox Guard and the Duru family guards, under the jurisdiction of the city lord's mansion. These teams are responsible for maintaining order in the abyss, apprehending criminals, and protecting the safety of residents.

Maggo Street is under the jurisdiction of your patrol team. You turned a blind eye to such a terrible incident, which is an extremely serious dereliction of duty! I am the captain of the 20th patrol team of the Fox Guard. Although I am not your direct superior, I will report this matter to the City Lord's Mansion later.

Anselm, who allowed his vicious dogs to attack people, and his wicked servants who bullied the neighbors, will all be taken to the police station for investigation today!

Bob's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

Anselm, still sitting on the ground, was completely ashen-faced.