I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"Everyone has worked hard. Have a nice meal when you get back," Charlotte said, turning and getting into the carriage.

The intense workload made Charlotte a bit withdrawn, let alone the others.

Fortunately, tomorrow is the last day. After tomorrow, no matter what Lois and Benjamin say, he will not be able to stay in the Elf City any longer.

The opening of the new medical clinic has already been delayed by three days; it can't be delayed any longer.

Kasha looked tired, but more excited than tired. "Master, our potion sales reached 456700 copper coins today."

Charlotte, who had been leaning against the cushions, sat up abruptly upon hearing this, looking at Kasha with a surprised expression; "How much did you say?"

"Forty-five hundred and fifty-six thousand seven hundred copper coins!" Kasha repeated.

"How could so many have been sold?" Charlotte murmured, her mind a little fuzzy.

He'd been operating in the Abyss for so long, and his potion sales had never reached this level.

Yesterday, he was already surprised that Kaisa sold over 80,000 units, but today she sold over 450,000 units?

Kasha explained, "Today you treated three poisoned patients who were brought in unconscious. But after taking the antidote, they immediately came back to life, causing a great stir. It's said that two of the patients were adventurers, and after hearing the news, various adventurer guilds came to verify it and then made bulk purchases of the antidote, with a very considerable average order value."

"I see." Charlotte said with a smile, "I didn't expect that opening a temporary clinic would successfully build up the reputation of the potion trading center."

Lois interjected, "This is just the beginning. The average number of mages and knights among the elves is over 200,000, and the number of adventurers is consistently above 200,000. They hunt and adventure in the Elven Forest, and their numbers are even greater than those of Kalva. Once the Abyss Medical Hall establishes a good reputation for its potions, with their stable efficacy and low prices, sales will definitely be very impressive."

"I have to thank you and Benjamin for this. Without your strong support, it would have been a difficult problem to convince the elves to trust the Abyss Medical Center, let alone make such a large-scale purchase with such trust," Charlotte said gratefully.

  

"Not at all. You brought affordable medical care and high-quality medicine to the Elf City. We should be thanking you." Lois smiled and handed over a money pouch: "This is the money from the pearl you asked me to sell this morning."

"So efficient?" Charlotte asked in surprise as she took the heavy money bag.

"Well, I asked eight jewelry stores, and this one offered the highest price, 186 million copper coins. Is that a good deal for you? If not, I'll go back to the owner."

"Perfect, this price is perfect." Charlotte's eyes lit up. Last time in Calva, he only sold it for 170 million copper coins, which was considered a high premium.

Unexpectedly, Lois was able to help him sell it for a high price of 186 million copper coins. He wondered if the jewelry prices in the Elf City were indeed higher, or if the jewelry store owner had raised the price because of Lois.

But in any case, the 186 million is now in my pocket.

"Is Lina going to hold a special session for women with difficult births tomorrow?" Charlotte asked.

Lois said, "We're still investigating. I want to have Lina perform a cesarean section on any women with difficult labor who meet the criteria, so that they won't have no one to turn to after you go back."

Charlotte nodded, understanding Lois's good intentions.

"I have a request, and I don't know if you can grant it," Lois said, looking at him.

"If it's the same request as this morning, then I really can't agree to it now," Charlotte said with a wry smile.

Lois shook her head slightly: "I'd like Lina to return to the Elven City for three days each month around the night of the Red Moon, specifically to assist with deliveries for women in difficult labor. What do you think?"

Charlotte thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement: "As long as Lina agrees, I have no objection."

Around the time of the Red Moon, the Abyss Medical Clinic is at its quietest. Sending Lina back to the Elf City for three days will not have much impact on the clinic's operations.

Lois smiled and said happily, "Okay, then I'll mention it to Lina during dinner."

"She definitely won't refuse," Charlotte said with a smile.

Sure enough, when they were having a late-night snack, Lina heard Lois's suggestion and, after getting Charlotte's consent, immediately nodded in agreement.

Being able to return to her hometown to make contributions to her clan and to visit her younger siblings every month is a great reward for her.

Others, upon hearing this, felt a degree of envy.

After having a late-night snack, everyone went back to their rooms. Charlotte dragged Evelyn away, who was about to go back to her room with Kasha to sleep.

"Uncle, what are you doing? I'm going to sleep." Evelyn said, looking at Charlotte with displeasure as he grabbed her by the collar.

"I secretly hid a big chicken leg, do you want some?" Charlotte leaned closer and whispered.

Evelyn's eyes lit up immediately, and she nodded eagerly, "Yes!"

"Then come with me to my room and eat slowly. Don't let anyone else know." Charlotte put her down.

"Okay." Evelyn happily followed him.

Charlotte closed the door, took out a large chicken leg she had taken from the kitchen, handed it to Evelyn, and instructed her, "Eat here. After you're done, I'll take you somewhere."

Evelyn, holding the chicken leg in both hands, looked at him warily and asked, "Where to?"

"I don't know either, I'm still waiting for notification, but I won't harm you." Charlotte went into the bathroom, took a cold shower, changed her clothes, and came out. Black Stone trembled.

[Hermit: Elf Square, the third tree from the left.]

Why do you always like to meet there? Charlotte frowned, replied with an "okay," and seeing Evelyn's face and hands covered in oil from eating, she had no choice but to get her a towel to wipe her clean, and then took her hand and went out.

"It's so late, aren't you going to sleep?" Evelyn asked, puzzled, as he led her away.

"Don't even mention sleeping. We've been busy all day, and you slept all day in the carriage, without missing a single meal. How can you possibly sleep when you get back now?" Charlotte pouted.

"Yes." Evelyn nodded very firmly.

Charlotte looked at her in silence for a while, and he felt that she was probably not lying; she really could sleep.

"We need to train a group of dark mages capable of using demonic magic, and we need your help." Charlotte led her forward. "Do you have experience in this area?"

"I don't actually have that, but Horace might."

"Horace has been killed by me."

"oh."

Charlotte looked at her speechlessly. He had asked Horace about his experience before. Horace had learned how to use the magic of demonization under his master's guidance by studying the Necronomicon, but he hadn't explained the specifics very clearly.

"The Demonic Transformation Spell is a type of magic, and not a very complex one at that. However, the prerequisite for learning it is that the mage must first be demonized and undergo a baptism of mysterious power," Evelyn said. "A mage who can withstand the baptism will have a mark imprinted on their soul and will then gain the ability to cast the Demonic Transformation Spell."

"Didn't you just say you didn't know?"

"I just remembered that."

Charlotte smiled, controlling her emotions and not wanting to stoop to the level of a child, and asked again, "What is this mysterious power? And what is this kind of soul imprint?"

"If I knew, would it still be called a mysterious power? Soul imprints are very unstable and used to drive that kind of mysterious power. I've seen it; Horace had that kind of imprint on his soul, which is why he went crazy. But I don't think I've been branded. My state is more stable."

Charlotte's expression turned serious upon hearing this. Based on Evelyn's description, she had thought it was just a matter of undergoing a demonic transformation and practicing the demonic transformation technique, which sounded relatively easy and risk-free.

However, things didn't go as he expected. Horace's condition was not an isolated case. To control the mysterious power and gain the ability to use the Demonic Transformation Technique, one's soul would be branded, which was most likely related to Him and that indescribable Blood Sea Palace.

Becoming a dark sorcerer carries the risk of going insane.

Moreover, once this mark is made, it may never be able to be erased.

His mysterious power remains unsolved.

Just as the Red Moon has existed for thousands of years, they can only try to reduce the losses and harm it brings, but cannot pursue the truth behind the Red Moon and make it disappear completely.

The power of gods can often make people feel powerless.

The price was too high; it was almost like creating a dark mage at the cost of destroying a good mage.

His manic state makes him prone to doing things that could harm others at any time.

Therefore, once the demonization is successful, these magicians will be strictly controlled to prevent them from going out of control and recklessly using the power of dark magic.

Charlotte felt a little heavy-hearted, and quickened her pace with Evelyn. Soon they saw two figures standing under a tree in the distance.

It was late at night, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street.

Charlotte led Evelyn quickly over and bowed respectfully, saying, "We've kept you waiting, seniors."

"We just arrived too." Constantine smiled and looked at Evelyn, saying, "Little one, we meet again."

"Hello." Evelyn nodded and shrank closer to Charlotte, instinctively feeling afraid upon seeing the two of them.

"Let's go, this isn't the place to talk," Benjamin said, leading the way towards a tree nearby.

Although Charlotte had her doubts, she still took Evelyn's hand and followed.

The group arrived under the tree, and the space suddenly distorted slightly, allowing them to pass through.

Charlotte only felt a flash of white light before her eyes, and when she looked again, she found herself in a closed stone chamber.

Another teleportation array!

"Wow! That's amazing! Uncle, what just happened? How did we suddenly end up here?" Evelyn asked, full of curiosity.

"It's a teleportation array; we're in a different place now," Charlotte explained.

"That sounds fun! How are we going to get back?"

"We can just take the teleportation array back."

Benjamin and Constantine both had smiles on their faces; the little girl was innocent, cute, and really endearing.

"Seniors, I already asked Evelyn about training dark mages on the way here, and she said..." Charlotte looked at the two of them and repeated the information Evelyn had given them.

After listening, their expressions became much more serious.

Constantine said, "Actually, Benjamin and I had some expectations beforehand. Judging from Horace's condition, if he wants to learn the Demonic Transformation Technique, he will inevitably have to pay a corresponding price."

Charlotte frowned and said, "Then how should we deal with this? Low-level mages are weak and not very useful, while high-level mages have a certain status and are not easy to train. Asking them to take such a big risk is probably..."

"I'm afraid they won't be willing?" Benjamin looked at him and smiled. "Then you underestimate their determination to sacrifice themselves for the greater good of their race. Which of those mages who charged to the front lines of the city walls on the night of the red moon was afraid of death?"

Charlotte remained silent; this was something he couldn't refute.

"Now that the risks are clear, it's actually less troublesome," Constantine said with a smile. "We currently have two plans. One is to search for high-ranking mages and dark mages from various races who have committed serious crimes and forcibly demonize them. I brought twelve such mages with me today. The second is to select older high-ranking mages from various races on a voluntary basis. For example, we can select high-ranking mages from the Elven race who are over 750 years old. The number should be quite considerable."

Charlotte paused, then couldn't help but exclaim, "That's a brilliant method!"

Serious criminals and dark magicians need no pity; they can be used directly as tools. A number of these criminals should be able to be found among various races, making them perfect for initial experimental subjects.

Secondly, there are elderly magicians, whose lives are nearing their end. Sacrificing themselves for the greater good of their race and leaving a lasting legacy is something many would be willing to do.

There are a considerable number of such mages on the continent of Aesop, and if Constantine and Benjamin were to launch an initiative, many people would likely respond.

This solves the problem of personnel selection and also allows us to recruit a large number of powerful and high-quality magicians.

And the moral guilt of these organizers will also be reduced to some extent.

"Little one, can you guide mages to become enchanted and teach them the great art of enchantment?" Constantine asked Evelyn.

Evelyn shook her head: "I don't know, I haven't done it before."

"If you do a good job, I'll go catch a big bird for you later and have Charlotte roast it for you," Constantine said with a smile.

"I'm sure I can do a great job!" Evelyn immediately patted her chest to assure them, then asked with concern, "How big is the big bird you're talking about?"

"This big one, you can eat it all by yourself." Constantine gestured with his arms outstretched.

Evelyn's eyes lit up: "That's fantastic! I love eating these fat, big birds! The legs must be absolutely delicious!"

"Let's go then, the person is right behind here." Constantine pushed open a hidden door in the stone wall, revealing a long passage, and went in first.

Behind the stone chamber was an even larger stone chamber, illuminated by several wall lamps. In a corner, twelve ragged mages were chained together, their robes tattered beyond recognition. Their deep, dark eyes gleamed like venomous snakes in the dim light.

Upon seeing Constantine enter, their faces all showed fear, and they instinctively shrank into the corner.

"The crimes you have committed deserve death a thousand times over. Now, an opportunity to atone for your sins is before you. Do you want to seize it?" Constantine said to the group of mages.

"To atone for one's crimes? What opportunity?" someone asked.

Everyone stared at Constantine.

Having fallen into his hands, they had long given up any hope of escaping, yet now he himself says he will give them a chance.

Constantine looked at the crowd and said, "Practice a form of dark magic, then work for me for three years. After three years, I will destroy your magical essence and set you free."

Upon hearing this, all the mages fell silent, their expressions shifting between light and shadow, clearly weighing the pros and cons.

If their magical origins are destroyed, they become useless and can only live as ordinary people.

However, given the crimes they committed, they were destined to die anyway, and it was already extremely rare that they were spared their lives.

"How can we guarantee that what you say will stand the test of time?" one of the magicians asked.

"I am Benjamin, and I can vouch for you to ensure that Constantine keeps his word and sets you free in three years," Benjamin said.

Benjamin was a giant on the continent of Aesop, on par with Constantine, so his words were naturally quite credible.

After some hesitation, one of the magicians finally stepped forward, looked at Constantine and Benjamin, and said, "I agree. I'll die for you for three years, and then you can set me free."

The other magicians looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and stepped forward to support Constantine's plan.

Charlotte stood silently to the side, noticing that the auras of these mages were unstable and they were entangled in resentment, most of them being dark mages.

They were of various races, including human mages, orc mages, and a goblin mage.

Constantine essentially gave them a chance to fight to the death. After three years, their magical origins would be destroyed. Although they would lose their power, at least they could save their lives.

"Very well, since that's the case, then let's sign these contracts." Constantine waved his hand, and the twelve contracts fell into the hands of the mages.

The magicians held the contract up to the light and carefully examined it. After seeing the harsh terms, their faces grew increasingly grim.

This was essentially a master-servant contract. Once signed, they would become Constantine's servants, subject to his control over their lives and deaths.

But they knew very well that there was no room for negotiation, so no matter how harsh the conditions were, they could only grit their teeth and prick their fingers to sign their names.

A series of red lights shone from the contract and entered their foreheads, destroying the contract.

"Very good, I can feel your sincerity. Now, you may begin learning new magic." Constantine nodded slightly, then turned to Evelyn: "What to do next is up to you."