I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"If we're talking about our boss, who was hiding behind the door when he discovered that Nasva was trying to take advantage of the victim, he couldn't contain his anger any longer. He drew his sword, broke through the wall, and with one stroke severed the chains binding the girl. Then, with another stroke, he cut off the root of Nasva's troubles, thus saving the damsel in distress..."

"good!"

"That feels so good!"

"Dr. Charlotte is truly a role model for us all!"

Charlotte finished drinking 170 bottles of strength potion and came downstairs when she heard Vivian telling a story at the door, spitting as she spoke.

You know what, this girl spoke with great conviction and clarity. A dozen or so people had already gathered in front of the door to listen, and there were also many neighbors who had brought small stools. They were listening with great interest, and people would cheer from time to time.

Charlotte stood behind the door, too embarrassed to go out and pull Vivian back; she felt utterly mortified.

"When did Dr. Charlotte become so strong? Didn't she always look like she had kidney deficiency before?" The bookstore owner asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, last year when I peeked at him taking a shower, he was barely any flesh on his body, but now he has huge pectoral muscles and eight-pack abs, strong and powerful arms, he's actually become a high-level knight!" Heidi was also dumbfounded. Before, Charlotte was just bullying him a little, but recently she's started going out to kill people. This change is too big, and she can't quite adapt to it for a while.

"When did you go and peep at people taking a shower again?" the boss asked, looking at his daughter.

Heidi sighed, "He doesn't bathe in the yard anymore, so it's hard to even peek. I guess you'd have to sneak into his room."

After saying that, she sensed her father's expression turn serious and quickly tried to salvage the situation, saying, "I'm doing all this for the sake of my creative work. Do you really think I enjoy watching it? Am I that kind of superficial woman?"

The boss said sternly, "You'd better really think that way. If I find out you dare to go to Charlotte's room, I'll break your legs."

"It's not worth paying that much," Heidi shook her head, but she was seriously considering the question in her mind.

Her recent creative work feels very ethereal. The bodies she used to paint so familiarly have changed drastically, and she has not been able to observe and study them in more detail. For example, the state of the muscles when performing certain actions cannot form a corresponding image in her mind, so she cannot translate it into brushstrokes.

Charlotte has become more particular now; she probably has a bathroom in her bedroom and no longer bathes in the yard, so Charlotte doesn't even have a chance to peek.

Is she really going to offer herself up for the sake of artistic creation?

If you could truly experience the female protagonist's perspective, you'd probably be able to create some great works, right?

The robust physique hidden beneath the loose robe, the hard pectoral muscles, the neatly arranged abdominal muscles.

"What are you thinking about? You're drooling." The boss asked suspiciously.

"Slurp." Heidi swallowed hard and chuckled sheepishly, "N-nothing...it's nothing."

Vivian finished telling the story of Charlotte's heroic rescue, which drew cheers and applause. As a doctor at the clinic, this version sounded highly credible.

  

"Our storyteller has returned in triumph!" Charlotte said with a smile as she stood in the doorway, watching Vivian walk in with a satisfied look on her face.

Vivian's expression stiffened slightly, then she smiled and said, "I... I'm just promoting your great achievements, boss. Compared to those rumors that demonize you, I didn't make anything up. Instead, I'm building up your image and attracting more customers to our clinic."

Charlotte agreed with this point; Vivian's fabrication was within acceptable limits. Anyway, rumors were flying everywhere, with plenty of stories portraying him as having three heads and six arms, so she couldn't be bothered to care.

"But boss, can Naswa really be dealt with according to the law? Given his status, it should be difficult for him to be executed, right? Also, did you really cripple him?" Vivian looked at Charlotte with concern.

She had seen plenty of spoiled brats like Swa before, who did just as many dirty things as him, but thanks to their family's power, they were never punished.

In a small place like the Abyss, the Duru family is practically all-powerful. The city lord is also the head of the Duru family, and Sva is the grandson of the Duru family's Grand Elder, holding a prestigious position and a powerful background.

Yet this spoiled brat had his genitals cut off by his boss and was thrown into the police station.

"I crippled him with a single sword strike, and that piece of his body was carried away by wild dogs, so there's no chance of it being restored." Charlotte nodded and said with a smile, "As for whether he can be dealt with according to the law, it depends on the attitude of the city lord's mansion. Will they uphold the authority of the Twenty-Three Laws, or will they protect their clansmen and make the Abyss City a complete joke?"

"You're putting the city lord on the hot seat," Vivian said, immediately seeing the danger involved.

Charlotte smiled slightly: "This is not my fault. If anyone is to blame, it is his lax management of the clan."

Before long, Ino and Martha, who had gone to work at the apothecary workshop, returned. Buddy also came to pick them up in two carriages. After a quick tidy-up, the group boarded the carriages and headed to Harriman Manor.

Edith and Norman were also taken away; as victims of the Anselm case, their safety also needed to be guaranteed.

"Teacher, is the situation really that serious?" In the carriage, Ino asked Charlotte in a low voice, as she was planning to continue refining potions that night.

Charlotte smiled and said, "It's better to be safe than sorry. There's no rush to make the potion. It's fine to contact us again in a few days."

"Oh." Ino nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The group from the Abyss Medical Center arrived at Harriman Manor, where Diana treated them to a sumptuous dinner, which was well received by everyone. Afterward, she arranged for everyone to go to their respective accommodations.

As expected, Charlotte was assigned to Diana's villa.

Diana, who had drunk quite a bit of red wine that evening, had a slightly flushed face. As soon as she entered the villa, she sat down on the sofa and beckoned Charlotte with her finger, saying, "Come here and chat with me for a while."

Charlotte, who had also drunk quite a bit, sat down beside her, slightly tipsy, and looked at her sideways. Diana's already alluring and beautiful face became even more seductive with the added blush, her eyes were captivating, and she was charming and lovely.

"Is it pretty?" Diana asked with a light laugh when she saw his somewhat dazed expression.

"It looks good." Charlotte nodded.

Diana's smile widened, but she changed the subject, asking, "How are the preparations for the competition going?"

Charlotte nodded slightly: "I've been fiddling with a few tools, and they're not completely finished yet, but I'm fairly confident."

Diana stared into his eyes: "Since you understand textiles, why didn't you say so sooner? Don't you trust me enough to work with you?"

Charlotte said with a hint of helplessness, "I am a doctor and do know a little about textiles. I thought that since Scarcity is famous for its textile industry, the craftsmanship should be very high, but after watching it, I feel that it is still lacking. I could do it myself."

"You, doctor, are quite knowledgeable. You know a little about everything and like to meddle in everything. If your plan is really better than the one in Scar City, would you be willing to cooperate with me?" Diana looked at him with a smile.

Charlotte laughed and said, "If I didn't want to cooperate with you, why would I have made a three-day agreement with those masters? I'm not the kind of person who would join in on something pointless."

"That's good, I won't treat you badly either." Diana nodded.

"I need to go out for a bit," Charlotte said, getting up.

"It's already dark, where are you going?" Diana asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Have you ever seen the abyss at four in the morning?" Charlotte asked.

Diana shook her head: "At that time, I was sleeping soundly."

"I was training at that time. For me, darkness is not the end, but a new beginning," Charlotte said calmly.

"So, you're leaving such a beautiful woman at home in the middle of the night so you can go out and exercise?" Diana crossed her legs and tilted her head slightly to look at her.

"Please, this is your home," Charlotte said, pursing her lips. "Besides, even if I stayed, would this beautiful woman possibly have anything unusual happen between us?"

"No," Diana shook her head honestly.

"Goodbye." Charlotte turned and left. He had drunk 170 bottles of power potion this afternoon, and he was now full of energy. He needed to go out and find a place to vent it.

The 17000 kg of strength that suddenly appeared also needs to be mastered and adjusted.

"No wonder he became so powerful in just three years; it turns out he was secretly working hard every night after everyone else was asleep." Diana said thoughtfully, a slight smile playing on her lips. "However, a hardworking and intelligent man is indeed more attractive."

Diana didn't go to sleep either. She took the hangover tea Agatha offered, drank a few sips, and her gaze turned cold as she said, "Let Buddy in."

Buddy entered and respectfully handed over a file: "Miss, these are the cases you asked me to investigate today. They are true, and most of them committed more than one crime. Archie may have killed more people than Swah. He imprisoned eight women in the cellar alone, half of whom developed mental problems."

Diana flipped through the documents in her hand, her expression growing increasingly cold, and asked, "Is the person under control?"

Buddy nodded: "They've all been brought under control, but haven't been sent to the police station yet. Quite a few people have already gone to plead with the master."

"What's the point of keeping them around? Send these scumbags and the evidence to the police station now. No amount of pleading will help," Diana said coldly.

"Yes." Buddy nodded and turned to leave.

"Where is Archie?" Diana stood up. "Take me to him."

Buddy agreed and led Diana out into the courtyard.

The courtyard was brightly lit, and dozens of people, their hands tied behind their backs, were kneeling on the ground, including many dressed in luxurious clothes.

"Let me go! Do you even know who I am?" a young man dressed in a green, ornate suit shouted as he struggled.

"Young Master Archie," the fox guard closest to him answered honestly.

"You know that, yet you still won't let go?!"

Fox Guard looked at him calmly: "We've got you in to arrest, Master Archie, that's right."

"Oh dear! What are you doing? Archie, my child, are you alright? Don't be afraid, your mother is here to save you." At this moment, a somewhat plump woman walked into the courtyard and rushed towards Archie. Seeing his hands tied behind his back, she slapped a nearby fox guard, cursing, "Untie the young master! Can't you see his hands are all red from being tied up?"

The fox guard took a half step back, but remained unmoved, saying, "Madam Furita, Young Master Archie has broken the law and has been arrested. He cannot be released."

"Law? In the Abyss, what law is greater than that of the Harriman family? You lowly wench, how dare you talk back! I'll tear your mouth apart!" The fat woman was furious and reached out to grab the fox guard's face.

"Mother, kill this disobedient dog!" Archie shouted from the side, a sinister grin on his face.

Snapped!

Just then, a whooshing sound rang out.

A black whip tail, like a serpent, lashed out and struck Fulda's fleshy hand.

"Ouch!"

Frilla winced in pain and quickly withdrew her hand, leaving a red mark on her plump, white hand that soon swelled up.

"Which bitch..." Frilla turned around angrily, looking at Diana, who was holding a long black whip and walking into the courtyard with a dark face. Her voice unconsciously dropped a few decibels. "Diana, what are you doing? I'm your aunt, how dare you whip me?"

"If you weren't my aunt, this whip would be lashing your face right now, and then you'd be in shackles," Diana said, walking up to her and looking at her coldly.

"You...you..." Fulida was so angry that she was practically fuming. She roared, "You have no respect for your elders! I'm going to report you to the clan chief!"

"Go on, hurry up." Diana looked at her with a mocking expression.

Upon seeing Diana, Archie's arrogance noticeably subsided, and he put on a smile, saying, "Sister, what's going on? Your fox guards stormed into my house and tied me up here without saying a word."

"Slap! Slap!"

Diana raised her hand holding the whip, and the long whip lashed out hard across Archie's body, leaving two bloody welts that ran from his face to his abdomen, crossing over his face to form an X.

"ah--"

Archie let out a scream, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"My son!" Frilla rushed forward, heartbroken at the sight of Archie's bloodied and mangled face. She quickly stood in front of him, glaring at Diana and shouting, "Diana! Don't go too far! This is your brother, one of the heirs of the Harriman family!"

"Thankfully, the Harriman family won't fall into the hands of this scum. Under my leadership, at least there will be some moral boundaries." Diana looked at the mother and son with an icy expression: "Do you, as their mother, know that he imprisoned and tortured eight young girls in a dark, sunless cellar? Driving half of them insane? More than a dozen were tortured to death by him. His actions are even more heinous than Swa's! Does he even deserve to be a member of the Harriman family?"

"They were just a few lowly maids. They're dead, so be it. Do you really want to use my son to pay for their lives?" Fulda said dismissively, only her eyes filled with tenderness and heartache when she looked at Archie.

Diana tightened her grip on the whip: "You really do know everything. We're both women, yet you have absolutely no sympathy or pity for me."

Frilla grinned smugly: "That's right. With the Harriman family's status, what's wrong with Archie playing around with a few women in the Abyss? It's an honor for those lowly women to be favored by him; they don't know what's good for them..."

Snapped!

The loud crack of the whip interrupted her.

The black whip struck Fulda's fat face, tearing flesh and blood.

A pig-like scream rang out, and Fulda staggered back two steps, falling to the ground with a thud. She covered her face, staring at Diana with shock and resentment.

Archie, who had just recovered from his shock, widened his eyes and angrily said, "Diana, how dare you! You even whip your elder!"

He was met with two even more ferocious lashes of the whip.

Archie winced in pain as the whip tore through his flesh, causing blood to gush out.

The servants and nobles bound beside him were all filled with fear. Among them, Archie was the most distinguished, and even Fulda had come in person.

Unexpectedly, Diana showed no mercy whatsoever, whipping Archie and even Frilla without sparing her.

That was her aunt, the wife of Abraham, the brother of the patriarch Deck.

"You are truly audacious. The Twenty-Three Laws have been enacted, yet not only have you not restrained yourself by releasing the imprisoned girl, you have also kidnapped several more people and imprisoned them in the cellar these past few days, even killing two of them." Diana stared coldly at Archie, her eyes filled with murderous intent. "She was fully aware of your actions, yet she did nothing to discipline you. She is unfit to be a mother. You have committed such disgusting crimes and are unworthy of being a member of the Harriman family."

"You want to kill me?!" Archie's eyes finally showed fear. He felt a palpable killing intent and a terrifying sense of oppression in Diana's eyes.

Diana is very strong, the strongest of the younger generation, with a level five strength, and is even close to her father's level.

If she wanted to kill him, Archie, with his hands bound, would have no chance to resist or even dodge.

If it were before, Archie would never have believed that he would be killed at Harriman Manor.

But at this moment, he felt that Diana would kill him without hesitation.

Frilla, her face covered in blood, sensed Diana's unbridled murderous intent. Ignoring the pain in her face, she hurriedly scrambled to her feet and spread her arms to block Archie. "Diana, you need to think carefully about the consequences. Even if Dirk were here, he wouldn't dare to execute a member of the clan so easily! Archie is the eldest son of the Harriman family and has the right to inherit the patriarchal position! You're just using this as an excuse to get rid of him."

"Yes! You framed me on purpose! You wanted to kill me so you could become the clan leader later." Archie quickly chimed in, hiding completely behind Frilla.

Diana lowered the whip in her hand, a slight smile appearing on her lips. "No, I won't kill you. The sheriff's office will take you back for questioning. The victim and the evidence are already established. Given your crimes, it should be enough to stab you one hundred and eight times."

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand, and four fox guards surrounded Archie.

"Let's see who dares to take him away!" Frilla spread her arms, blocking Archie's path, and looked at the fox guards, saying, "You ungrateful bastards, you don't even recognize your own master anymore?!"