I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

That sword was as black as the night and as fast as lightning.

The orc raised his hand, a flash of black light, and a deep gash was sliced ​​open on his neck.

The man leaned forward, supporting his body with one hand, and then stabbed him in the heart.

"Heh heh..." The orc opened his mouth and let out two painful groans, then a rag was stuffed into his mouth. His eyes widened, and he died shortly afterward, still clutching the oil lamp tightly in his hand.

Charlotte helped the orc's corpse slowly move to the wall, leaned against a tree, and then took out a cloth bag and quickly put all the dozen or so magic potions in front of him into her bag. Just as she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of the bulging money bag at his waist, reached out and took it off and threw it into the cloth bag as well.

Having obtained the item, Charlotte sheathed her longsword and quickly disappeared back into the darkness, leaving the alleyway swiftly according to the planned route.

The orc's corpse crashed to the ground, shattering the oil lamp and extinguishing its flame.

Only then did the Black Guard at the alley entrance notice the anomaly.

"Someone's stealing potions!" the two Dark Guards shouted, drawing their weapons and rushing into the alley.

More Black Guards, hearing the commotion, rushed towards the alley on Tuowa Street.

Meanwhile, Charlotte was already on the roof of a bungalow seven or eight alleys away, listening to the distant noise and looking down at her spoils.

Twelve bottles of magic potions, and a heavy bag of coins.

There was no need to count them. He glanced at the increased wealth value on the attribute panel. There were a total of 15000 copper coins, which was equivalent to his turnover for two or three days.

Wow, this is a very pleasant surprise!

After carefully putting away her money pouch, Charlotte prepared to leave this troublesome place.

"Shh! Keep your voice down. Knock on the door first to see if that dead tailor is still alive. The boss has his eye on that little girl, so don't hurt her, or he'll make you regret it when we get back."

"What if the dead tailor were alive?"

"If he is respectable, let him be respectable; if he is not respectable, help him be respectable."

"What do you mean?"

  

"Kill him if he's alive, bury him if he's dead, and take his daughter back to be the boss's concubine."

"clear."

Down in the alley, two furtive figures were whispering to each other, which caught Charlotte's attention.

"Bandits?" Charlotte crouched down and peeked out quietly.

Two dog-headed orcs, carrying oil lamps, were peering through the door into the two-story building across the street.

Charlotte peered into the dim light and saw a tattered signboard hanging on the door that clearly read "Ivan the Tailor."

"Tuowa Street, Lane 8, Ivan's Tailor Shop..." Charlotte remembered what Ivan had said that morning. She never expected that after running all that way, she would end up at Ivan's doorstep.

However, these two orcs don't seem like good people; they've come to kill Ivan and steal his daughter.

Judging from their words, there must be someone in charge above them. Could it be the owner of the Siba Tavern that Ivan mentioned this morning?

Charlotte gripped the hilt of her sword, slid silently along the corner of the wall to the ground, and coldly watched the two of them.

"Damn tailor, open the door! We've brought you medicine!" The tall, kobold orc pounded on the door, a knife hidden behind his back.

The other fat dog-headed creature huddled to the side, holding a large iron bar above its head, ready to deliver a fatal blow to whoever opened the door.

It was quiet inside the door.

"Really dead?" Gao Gou Tou muttered, increasing the force of his knocking and shouting, "Open the door! Open the door now! Or I'll kick it down!"

The thick wooden door looked extremely flimsy in front of the orc, who was over two meters tall and incredibly strong, as if it could be smashed to pieces at any moment.

[Class II Husky-like dog-headed beastman, strength type, with teeth that can pierce armor; if bitten, there is a certain chance of contracting rabies!]

[Class 1 Corgi-headed Beastman, Strength type.]

Two lines of notes suddenly appeared in Charlotte's view.

His eyes lit up; an accurate assessment of an opponent's strength is crucial in battle.

Orcs will awaken their racial talents after reaching a certain level.

For example, that tall dog-headed guy knocking on the door right in front of you.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a husky pig.

A level two orc, and a strength-based one at that, with a strength of at least 2000kg, plus racial talents and room for further improvement, his strength should not be underestimated.

Moreover, during combat, one must be wary of being bitten by dogs.

There is no cure for rabies, and the symptoms are extremely painful. He didn't want to die tragically from a dog bite.

The other party's target was Ivan and his daughter, and now that he had encountered them, he obviously couldn't ignore it.

The black robe perfectly concealed his presence, so the two kobolds did not detect him from a distance of about five meters.

Despite having to deal with two orcs at the same time, and in a fight against an opponent of a higher level, Charlotte remained remarkably calm.

When outnumbered, the most important thing is to kill with a single blow.

Once he kills that husky pig, the remaining corgi won't pose much of a threat to him.

Moreover, he had to keep the fighting as quiet as possible. The Black Guards of Towa Street were searching for him everywhere, and if the commotion here attracted the Black Guards, that would be a big problem.

The husky knocked on the door for a while, but when there was still no response, its gaze turned cold, and it gave the corgi a look.

The latter understood immediately and raised the iron bar in his hand to smash the door.

"Cough cough... I have no money left, I can't afford the medicine, please leave..." Just then, a weak voice sounded from inside the door.

The husky pig raised its hand to stop the corgi's movements, and said in a softer voice, "No money? No problem. Hand over your daughter to us, and these two bottles of potions are yours."

"Get out of here! Tell Siba that even if I die, I will never hand my daughter over to you! Forget about it!" Ivan's voice became agitated as he shouted angrily.

"Heh, you damned tailor, you don't know what's good for you. Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish tonight!" The husky pig's face turned fierce. He took a step back and waved at the corgi.

The latter raised the iron bar in his hand again and smashed it down on the door.

boom!

With a muffled thud, a deep crack appeared on the thick wooden door.

A little girl screamed in terror from inside the house.

The husky and the corgi grinned maliciously.

boom!

boom!

The iron bar struck the wooden door, turning the crack into a gap, which continued to widen.

inside the house.

Ivan held a little girl in his arms, his eyes filled with despair as he watched the gap in the door grow ever larger, his hand hidden behind his back tightly gripping a gleaming pair of scissors.

I thought that once I was rid of the drug, my life would soon get back on track.

Unexpectedly, even without the magic potion, that bastard Siba had no intention of letting the father and daughter go.

He was never good at fighting, and now that his body has been hollowed out by the potion, he has no ability to resist.

"Father, I'm scared..." the little girl buried her face in Ivan's arms and said in a trembling voice.