I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Lois also spoke up: "Miranda, the temple will guarantee the safety and freedom of you students who go to the abyss, and looks forward to your return after completing your studies."

"Thank you." Miranda nodded, instantly feeling a surge of security.

"Tomorrow at noon, you will meet at the square below the temple, and then set off with the group..." Lois gave her some more instructions before the group left.

"Boss, Miranda should be with me, right?" Vivian leaned closer to Charlotte, her face full of anticipation.

"Yes, Miranda will be working as your operating room assistant after she joins the clinic," Charlotte nodded.

"Great! I finally have my own personal assistant!" Vivian jumped up with joy.

Charlotte noticed that there were three water mages on the list. If she could successfully recruit one or two of them, she wouldn't be short of operating room assistants.

Lina really needs an assistant. Her surgical efficiency is very high now, and having an assistant would make her work twice as well.

More importantly, she is now the chief surgeon in the obstetrics and gynecology department, and usually relies on Connie for assistance, but Connie also has to assist him, so she cannot take care of him in both aspects at the same time.

"It went smoothly. Let's go visit the remaining three water mages first," Lois asked Charlotte.

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Charlotte nodded.

then……

They were repeatedly rejected by two water-based mages.

The reason for the refusal was simple: the journey was too far, and I didn't want to leave my hometown for work, start an unknown new life, and be far away from my family and friends.

Charlotte understood that this was a perfectly normal consideration.

However, there's no urgent need to recruit operating room assistants. If all else fails, we can return to the Abyss and recruit again, lowering the requirements. We should be able to recruit a water mage.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect them to be unwilling to go to the Abyss." The series of setbacks made Lois a little embarrassed.

  

"How can you blame yourself? I just haven't developed the charm to guarantee a 100% recruitment success rate," Charlotte laughed, then looked at the last water mage on the list: "Lawrence, what's the deal with this one?"

Lois's expression darkened slightly: "Lawrence's situation is rather special. She is a maid in the Maltz family, orphaned, and moved to the Elf City with the Maltz family. Her masters treat her very badly, often beating and scolding her. I learned about this situation before, but I couldn't find a reason to rescue her and leave. If possible, perhaps this is an opportunity."

"How old is she?" Charlotte asked, looking at the label indicating she was an intermediate-level mage.

"19 years old."

Charlotte nodded: "Okay, let's go take a look. If she's willing, I'll take her with me."

After walking for a while, a rather elegant manor came into view.

Charlotte had visited the Elf City and knew that manors were extremely rare, with most being treehouses. It was very uncommon for a piece of land to be fenced off as a private manor like this.

He saw the sign for Maltz Estate, as well as signs indicating that it was private property.

It seems the Maltz family is quite powerful; otherwise, Lois wouldn't have needed a pretext to rescue a mere maid.

"Snapped!"

"Look at the mess you've made! I asked you to water the flowers, and you washed all the petals off! Do you know how much I love this flower? Are you deliberately trying to disgust me?!"

Charlotte and her companions had barely approached when they heard a sharp, piercing sound.

In the small garden behind the manor gate, a middle-aged elf in a gorgeous long dress held a black whip in her hand and arrogantly reprimanded the little maid in front of her.

The little maid was wearing a gray-white maid's uniform, patched up, but very clean.

There was a bloody wound on her left cheek; the sound earlier was the sound of a whip striking her face.

At that moment, she shrank her neck, lowered her head, and trembled with fear.

"Madam, the petals... I didn't drop them. They were already fallen when I arrived..." the maid weakly protested, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at her mistress.

"Still trying to argue! You've got some nerve. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll definitely become a liar!" The woman's expression was ferocious and terrifying. She raised the whip in her hand high and lashed it at the maid again.

The young maid dared not even flinch, for if she did, she would be met with an even more severe beating, or even more terrible punishment.

Snapped!

The sound of a whip whistling through the air rang out.

However, it didn't land on Lawrence's face.

Lawrence subconsciously looked up and saw a tall, broad back blocking her way, while the black whip, as venomous as a snake, was tightly held in his hand, like a docile little snake.

In that instant, she felt a sense of security she had never felt before.

Melva's smile froze. Staring at the man who had suddenly appeared before her and grabbed her whip, her eyes widened, and she shrieked, "Who are you! Guards! Guards, come quick! Intruder!"

As soon as she finished speaking, four or five elven guards rushed out of the courtyard and surrounded Charlotte.

Melva's confidence surged, and he said coldly, "How dare you trespass into my Maltz Manor and shelter this wretch! Arrest him! I'll teach him a lesson too!"

The elven guards, upon receiving the order, immediately rushed towards Charlotte, ready to capture the intruder.

"Be careful..." Lawrence warned instinctively.

Charlotte looked at Melva with undisguised disgust. With a slight exertion, the whip fell into Melva's hand, leaving a bloody welt. The whip swept across, striking the faces of the guards who rushed at them.

clap clap clap!

With a series of bangs, the four guards were sent flying backward, each with a bloody mark on their face.

Melva, clutching his hand in pain, watched this scene with a look of fear in his eyes. He took two steps back and shouted, "Who are you! Do you know where you are?!"

"I am Charlotte. No matter where this is, it is wrong of you to bully a weak elf like this." Charlotte threw the whip in her hand to the ground and said in a slightly cold voice.

"Lawrence is my maid. If she does something wrong, I can discipline her however I want. What right do you, an outsider, have to interfere?!" Melva sneered, then said to the guards who had already gotten up, "Go and fetch the clan's patron saint. Tell him there are intruders."

"Yes!" One of the guards accepted the order and quickly left.

Charlotte smiled, showing no sign of panic.

This is the city of elves, Lois is right outside the door, and her backer is Benjamin.

Could the other party possibly offer something even bigger than Benjamin?

"Young master, please go quickly, I'm fine." Lawrence said anxiously behind him.

She was touched by the feeling of being protected, but she quickly came to her senses. If the man in front of her was left behind, he would definitely be tortured by the Maltz family.

She has already suffered enough and doesn't want to bring misfortune to others.

"I'm here today to take you away." Charlotte turned to look at Lawrence.

Although she was nineteen years old, she looked only sixteen or seventeen. Long-term labor and malnutrition had caused her to develop slowly. Her arms and legs were as thin as bamboo poles, and even her face was thin. Her originally delicate face looked sallow and emaciated, and her hair was as dry and lifeless as straw.

Lawrence stared blankly at Charlotte, his eyes filled with surprise and confusion. He said he came today to take her away? But she didn't even know his name.

Who exactly is this handsome and elegant human man?

Why save her? And why take her away?

Lawrence's little head was full of questions, but looking into his sincere and profound gaze, he subconsciously wanted to nod.

If I go with this young master, I should be able to stop living this hellish life, right?

He speaks so gently and even protects her; he seems very approachable.

"Take her away!" Melva's shrill voice pulled her back to reality, and the fear in her eyes deepened.

"You outsider, you've got some nerve! Trying to snatch someone from my Maltz Manor." Melva sneered at Charlotte. "Even if you manage to escape Maltz Manor today, you won't escape the Elf City!"

"Run away?" Charlotte looked at her with a smile. "Why would I run away?"

Lois hasn't come in yet, which means she doesn't want things to just end like this. In that case, he'll cooperate and make things a little bigger.

With the Elven Saintess and High Priest protecting them, they have nothing to fear even if the Heavenly King himself comes to this Elven City!

Melva's gaze darkened. Why was this young human so brazen? This was the Elf City, this was Maltz Manor. Not only had she hit her, but she hadn't even run away afterward.

"Who exactly are you?" Melva asked.

"I am Charlotte, a doctor from the Abyss," Charlotte introduced herself.

"A doctor?" Melva narrowed his eyes. The strength this guy had shown earlier clearly indicated that he should be a knight, and at least a level six knight or higher, yet he claimed to be a doctor?

"The Abyss? That little ditch next to Kalva?" Melva scoffed, his wariness of Charlotte vanishing instantly. "A doctor from some backwater dares to cause trouble in the Elf City? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to get back?"

"A little ditch is too much, isn't it? The Abyss is a city now," Charlotte corrected. "As for whether I can go back, that's not up to you. In the Elf City, aren't you an outsider too?"

Melva's face flushed red, and she pointed at Charlotte, angrily shouting, "Nonsense! Our Maltz family has an ancient and noble lineage of the Elf King!"

"Judging from your manners and behavior, I really couldn't tell at all," Charlotte said with a smile.

Melva quickly calmed down and looked coldly at Charlotte: "I hope you still have the guts later. I'm going to pry your mouth open and break off those sharp teeth one by one to see if they're really that hard."

"Young master, please go quickly. Don't worry about me. I'm used to it." Lawrence said anxiously. She could vaguely see people walking out from behind, which must be the retainers of the Maltz family.

If Charlotte were caught, she couldn't imagine how Melva would torture him.

Melva pointed at Lawrence and cursed, "You ungrateful wretch, Lawrence! I used to think of your parents who worked for the Maltz family their whole lives and gave you a meal, but I never imagined I'd raise such a heartless wretch like you. I should beat you to death and bury you under those flowers as fertilizer!"

Lawrence's face turned deathly pale. She knew how ruthless Melva was; this was no empty boast. Under those flowers lay the remains of elves who had been killed by the staff—elf servants who hadn't obeyed them after they moved to the Elf City, and there was more than one of them.

"According to the laws of the Elven race, you have no right to kill your servants with a staff, do you?" Charlotte looked at Melva with a scrutinizing gaze.

"They're just slaves. As their master, I can do whatever I want with them. What right do you, an outsider, have to interfere?" Melva sneered. "In a moment, I'll chop you up along with Lawrence and bury you under my flowers as fertilizer. It's been a while since I fertilized them; no wonder they haven't been growing well lately."

"Oh? It seems we're not the first batch to be used as fertilizer, nor will we be the last, right?" Charlotte said thoughtfully, seemingly understanding why Lois hadn't appeared yet.

"Of course, you're not the first, nor will you be the last. Otherwise, how could my flowers bloom ever more beautifully, and how could our Maltz family prosper more and more?" Melva's smile grew increasingly sinister and terrifying. Seeing an elven mage led by his guards, he immediately ordered, "Seize this outsider! He's an intruder who tried to kill me."

Charlotte looked at the middle-aged elven mage. Judging from his aura, he should be a level seven mage.

The crowd hiding outside the door listened with righteous indignation.

"This elf is so pitiful," Vivian said, looking at Lawrence with a face full of heartache.

Lois's face darkened. She straightened her clothes, preparing to make her appearance and finish things up.

She knew the Maltz family had committed many evils, especially the way Lady Melva treated the family's servants, but she never imagined it would go so far as to kill them at will and use them as fertilizer.

This is the city of elves, a place under the protection of their temple, yet she remains so arrogant and disregards the laws of the elves.

"Outsider! Surrender now!" the magician roared, raising his magic wand and beginning to chant a spell.

"Young master, run!" Lawrence was already crying and instinctively rushed forward, trying to block Charlotte's way.

She knew she was doomed to die today, but she did not want to implicate this young master.

For her, death wasn't so terrible; it might even be the only chance to escape this hellish place.

But this young master was such a good person, he shouldn't have died for someone like her.

"The worst thing a mage can do is to get too close to a knight before fighting him, and to make threats before casting a spell."

Charlotte's voice rang out from behind the magician.

The elven mage's eyes widened instantly, and the spell was interrupted.

boom!

A chop to the neck.

The magician lunged forward, face down, and collapsed!

A level 7 mage, instantly killed.

If the sword were drawn, it would likely result in another fine head flying high into the air, blood splattering everywhere.

The guards were terrified and instinctively retreated.

"You...you..." Melva took two steps back in shock. Although this elder was only one of the weaker members of the clan, he was still a proper mage. Who would have thought that he would be powerless against this young man and would be defeated in one move before he could even cast a spell?

Lawrence lunged forward but missed, staring in shock and surprise at Charlotte appearing a dozen meters away and the worshipper lying face down on the ground.

It turns out this young master is so powerful that even the clan's guardian deity is no match for him.

Lois, who was about to come out, subconsciously stopped in her tracks, equally shocked that Charlotte had actually defeated that mage in an instant.

She knew Charlotte was now a legendary knight, but the speed and timing of his attacks showed that his combat power far surpassed that of an ordinary legendary knight.

"Young friend, what brings you to Maltz Manor today? Why make such a fuss?" Just then, a deep voice rang out.

No sooner had she finished speaking than an elf with white hair and beard appeared in the garden, his eyes fixed intently on Charlotte.

Charlotte's gaze turned serious. This elf brought her a very strong sense of pressure. This was an elven knight, and at least as strong as a Star Knight.

"I only intervened because I couldn't stand seeing that vicious woman whipping that poor elf girl. But this woman is cruel and relentless; she even wants to kill me along with her to use as fertilizer for her flowers." Charlotte smiled and said, "Tell me, should I resist, or obediently lie down and become fertilizer?"

"Nonsense!" Merva's confidence surged upon seeing the newcomer. "Third Elder! Please seize this outsider immediately! He not only invaded our Maltz Manor and killed the Eighth Elder, but he also threatened to kill me as well. If he escapes, what will become of the Maltz family's reputation?"

"The Eighth Elder isn't dead, he was just knocked unconscious." The Third Elder glanced at the elven mage lying face down, then looked at Charlotte: "May I ask this young friend's name? What brings you to the Elven City?"

Charlotte was somewhat surprised that the elf did not intend to suppress him immediately, but instead cautiously inquired about his name and origin.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. These elves are seven or eight hundred years old; they can't all live like that stupid woman and waste their lives.

Given the strength he displayed and his daring actions in the Elf City, we should at least ask where he came from before taking action, lest we get into big trouble.

Melva's face was dark, but she couldn't just order around all the clan's servants. At this moment, she stared at Charlotte with vicious eyes, already thinking about how to make him wish he were dead after she captured him.

"I am Charlotte, and I've come to the Elf City to do business," Charlotte replied with a smile.

The Third Elder's face immediately darkened, and a broad longsword appeared in his hand: "Then what happened today was your fault. You trespassed into the Maltz Manor, injured the clan's elders and guards, and even hurt our Lady Melva. I will take you down and hand you over to her for punishment."

With each step he took, a powerful sense of oppression swept over Charlotte, making him feel as if he were sinking into a quagmire.

field!

The domain of an eighth-level powerhouse.

Charlotte's face showed a hint of fear, and she struggled a few times, but to no avail.