I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Charlotte felt no excitement despite slaying the one-eyed werewolf with a single sword strike and scaring away the kobold beastman with a shout.

The strong smell of blood in the air made his stomach churn, and he finally couldn't hold back and vomited while leaning against the wall.

He originally thought that having performed so many surgeries and seen so much bloodshed, he wouldn't have much of a stress response even if he killed someone.

But the sight of him actually slaying the one-eyed werewolf with a single sword strike, watching him split in two amidst the sharp sword light and blood splattering everywhere, still made his hair stand on end and sent chills down his spine.

However, Charlotte quickly forced herself to calm down. The thick fog around her lurked with countless dangers, making it no good place for sentimentality.

Charlotte took two steps forward, then turned back and picked up the spiked club that had been cut in two from the ground. The club, which was as thick as a normal person's thigh, weighed over a hundred pounds.

Iron is a valuable commodity in the Abyss. Just across the street is Harry's General Store, where you can get a good price for this spiked club.

As Charlotte stood up, she noticed the black pocket on the werewolf's waist. After a slight hesitation, she casually pulled it off, found it to be quite heavy, stuffed it into her pocket, and quickly left the scene of the crime.

Charlotte walked briskly along the wall, scanning her surroundings warily.

He didn't get cocky just because he killed the one-eyed werewolf. If that one-eyed werewolf had been a little more cautious, or if his Judgment Sword had been a little duller, the story might have been very different.

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Life is like a play, and it's all about acting. Playing dumb to outsmart others can be quite effective.

The rest of the journey was much smoother, and ten minutes later, Charlotte arrived at the grocery store without any major incident.

Inside the shop, a middle-aged elf wearing a cloak was haggling with Harry. Charlotte didn't rush over, but instead stood aside and examined the various magic cores on the shelves.

The middle-aged elf put the large amount of magical materials he had purchased into the ring on the middle finger of his right hand and left satisfied.

Charlotte's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but take a few more glances at the golden gemstone ring.

This is the legendary spatial ring, a spatial magic item.

This is truly a wonderful thing; it holds hundreds of pounds of stuff in the ring without taking up any space at all.

"Not bad, right? Want to get one? I'll give you a friend's price, 300000 copper coins," Harry said to Charlotte with a smile.

"You couldn't get this much money even if you sold me." Charlotte rolled her eyes and placed the spiked club hidden under her robe on the counter.

Harry glanced at the broken spiked club and said with some surprise, "Wow, you've got some skills! Where did you get such a piece of scrap metal?"

"I picked it up on the way here. It must have just finished a fight, the blood is still wet," Charlotte said calmly.

"Hmm, you're lucky, kid. To be able to slice such a thick iron bar so cleanly with one sword, you must either be a high-ranking knight or be using a rare-grade sword. Someone like that would definitely look down on such a broken iron bar." Harry weighed the spiked club in his hand and said, "Five hundred."

"Deal." Charlotte nodded.

Harry grabbed five silver coins and placed them on the counter, pushed up his thick glasses, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Charlotte in a low voice, saying, "Dr. Charlotte, instead of finding a place to hide, you have time to come out and sell scrap metal?"

"You know someone wants to kill me?" Charlotte asked, somewhat surprised.

"Looks like you know what you're doing, buddy, still daring to run around outside."

"Where can someone who's been targeted by Carol in the abyss run to?" Charlotte retorted.

Harry chuckled and said, "Didn't you say your landlady fell in love with you? If you were Diana's husband, even Capas couldn't touch you in the Abyss."

"I'd like to too, but is it so easy to live off a woman?" Charlotte sighed and said, "Please don't tease me. I came to you today because I wanted to get some life-saving information from you."

Harry walked out from behind the counter, slammed the door shut, returned to the counter, and looked at Charlotte leisurely, saying, "Besides selling the things on the shelves, my general store also sells information. We're old friends, so I'll give you a friendly price."

"What a greedy businessman!" Charlotte smirked. She'd originally hoped to get some information out of Harry for free, but the old man was ruthless, asking for money right off the bat. Charlotte could only ask, "How much?"

"That depends on how much the information you want is worth," Harry said with a smile.

Charlotte pondered for a moment and said, "How can I get through this current predicament?"

"You're asking for information? You're asking for answers!" Harry said, scoffing.

Charlotte listened attentively. Rather than trying to buy information from Harry one by one, she preferred to ask him for advice from his perspective.

Given Harry's perspective and the information he possesses, he might actually be able to offer him some useful advice.

"I'll have to charge you a thousand for that question," Harry said seriously.

"I'll give you a five-hundred-dollar deposit first." Charlotte pushed the silver coins on the counter over. "I'll pay the balance after I hear the answer and am satisfied with it."

Harry collected the silver coins from the counter and said, "Your being hunted down is an undeserved misfortune. Didn't I tell you last time that the city lord arranged a marriage for Elizabeth? The second son of the Duke of Cromwell, Capas, is here in Calva to propose marriage in person."

I've heard that before, but I have to pretend I don't. Charlotte asked, looking puzzled, "What does that have to do with me?"

"This is a big deal. Elizabeth rejected Capas's marriage proposal, and Capas, having lost face, thought of you, Elizabeth's ex-fiancé, and felt it was bad luck, so he wanted to kill you," Harry said.

The domineering behavior of the powerful and wealthy is nothing new in this dog-eat-dog world. Charlotte couldn't hold back any longer and frowned, saying, "Is there no law anymore?!"

"This is basic stuff for Capas. Nobody dares to interfere in the capital, so ordering Carol to act in the Abyss is even less of a challenge." Harry looked at Charlotte and said seriously, "I have a suggestion for you. If you want Capas to stop and stop attacking you, you might have to ask Elizabeth for help."

"Elizabeth?" Charlotte frowned, unable to piece together a clear face from her fragmented memories.

Harry nodded and said, "It all started because of her. If she agrees to marry Capas and then makes him stop hunting you down, this matter might be over."

Marrying a scumbag like Capas is like pushing a girl into a fire pit! Charlotte asked gravely, "How can we contact her?"

Harry was a little surprised, but quickly gave a thumbs up: "Not bad, a true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm."

That's utter nonsense about being flexible and adaptable. Charlotte simply felt that his ex-fiancée, who broke off their engagement when he was down on his luck, didn't deserve his pity or guilt.

This is a classic example of a novel where the engagement is called off! Shouldn't he rise to power, slap the snobbish woman who broke off the engagement in the face, and reach the pinnacle of his life?

"I don't have a way for you to contact her directly either," Harry said, shrugging.

Charlotte: ...

Didn't you say you were omnipotent?

"But I can pass on the message. If she still has feelings for you, maybe she'll come to your rescue?" Harry added. "But it'll cost extra."