I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

When the Fox Guards arrived with torches, the bedroom, now a ruin, contained only Wolverine lying in a pool of blood and Charlotte leaning against the wall, her face covered in blood.

The bedroom ceiling was ripped off, all four walls collapsed, and the wood in the corner was still smoking. Fortunately, this room was not adjacent to the neighbor's house, so it was not affected by the damage.

One of the fox guards drew his sword and stepped forward to examine the intruder, while another rushed towards Charlotte, pulling out a hemostatic medicine from his pocket as he asked, "Dr. Charlotte, are you alright?"

"Cough cough..." Charlotte coughed twice, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and said in a low voice, "I won't die, but my injuries are quite serious."

"It's Wolverine!" exclaimed the fox guard who was checking on the intruder. "He's dead!"

The fox guard, who was about to administer medicine to Charlotte, was also startled upon hearing this. He turned his head and looked at the werewolf, whose face was half-disappeared in the firelight. "It's him!"

Wolverine is somewhat famous in the Abyss and is Carol's powerful bodyguard.

The werewolf's racial gifts endowed him with great strength and speed, while hundreds of years of wandering and hunting in the wilderness gave him superhuman combat experience.

In the Abyss, there are few rivals among the fourth rank.

Even if the two of them had arrived at the same time, they wouldn't have been confident they could have stopped him, let alone killed him.

However, he died.

In this ruin where there are only two people.

He was the one who died!

Charlotte is still alive.

When the two fox guards looked at Charlotte again, their eyes held a newfound respect.

Charlotte killed Wolverine all by herself.

Regardless of the method he used.

"I was lucky; a magic spell took him away, and I'm still alive," Charlotte explained with a wry smile.

As for whether the two fox guards believed it...

Charlotte could tell from their gazes that they didn't seem to believe it very much.

The fox guard fed him a bottle of hemostatic medicine, which Charlotte did not refuse, otherwise it would be difficult to explain later that Vivian had given him some basic treatment.

"Is there someone else in the inner room?" The fox guard's ears twitched, and he gripped his knife tighter.

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"It's my assistant." Charlotte turned around and called out loudly into the inner room, "Eileen, it's safe now, come out."

Vivian came out carrying Anna, her eyes red from crying, looking timid and perfectly befitting a terrified orc girl.

Seeing this, the fox guard also loosened his grip on his sword hilt.

Soon, Buddy arrived with a squad of fox guards.

Upon seeing the dilapidated state of the clinic's second floor, the group's expressions changed slightly.

Only when they reached the second floor and saw Charlotte still alive did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Upon learning that the intruder was Wolverine and that Charlotte had killed him single-handedly, the expressions on everyone's faces towards Charlotte changed.

Wolverine's strength is well-known; Buddy fought him and didn't get the better of him.

As Carol's right-hand man, he was killed by a mage who had lost his magical essence.

However, the lingering chaotic magical elements and the explosion-stricken mess on the ground clearly indicated that it was caused by magic.

and so……

The fox guards looked at Charlotte, seemingly waiting for him to give an explanation.

"I was lucky; I sent him away with a magic spell," Charlotte had to explain again.

"I see." Buddy nodded, but his expression didn't seem to believe it.

He examined Wolverine's body; half of his head had been blown off, and judging from the wound, the fireball must have entered his mouth.

Such a battle-hardened werewolf wouldn't just open his mouth and let someone shove a fireball into it.

Furthermore, Buddy noticed that Wolverine's right claw, although charred black from the explosion, did not break off the two severed claws; the clean cuts suggested they had been severed by a sharp weapon.

On Buddy's abdomen, there was another wound that was not easily noticed, also caused by a sharp weapon.

However, Buddy didn't ask any more questions in front of others. He looked at Charlotte and said, "Mr. Charlotte, your residence has been destroyed, and we don't know if they will come back. For your safety, please come with me back to Harriman Manor. Miss Diana will arrange your accommodation and have a doctor treat your injuries."

"Then I'll trouble you." Charlotte nodded.

After Vivian's first aid, his injuries were no longer serious; he only needed to rest for a few days.

But as Buddy said, now that Wolverine is dead, who knows what kind of assassin Carol will send next.

He wouldn't dare gamble that he'd be this lucky next time.

"I need to bring my assistant, Eileen, with me; it's probably not safe for her to stay here alone," Charlotte made a small request.

"Okay." Buddy glanced at Vivian and nodded in agreement.

"Eileen, go pack some things. We're going to stay somewhere else tonight," Charlotte said to Vivian.

The latter agreed and quickly returned to his room, returning shortly afterward with a small package.

Charlotte, supported by the fox guards, stood up and sighed as she looked at the devastated house, with broken bricks and shredded cloth scattered everywhere.

"Don't worry, once you get to Harriman Estate, no one will be able to harm you," Buddy reassured him.

What pains me is the ruined bed and that wardrobe full of clothes; all of these things will have to be replaced. Charlotte nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping over a corner of a dusty black robe in the corner, and looked at Buddy, saying, "There are some very important things in my shop. If I go to the manor..."

"Don't worry, I will leave two fox guards here to watch over the house. Tomorrow I will find someone to clean and rebuild the house for you, and I guarantee that no one will steal anything from it," Buddy said.

"Then I'm relieved." Charlotte nodded, walked to the corner, pulled out a black robe, crumpled it up, and handed it to Vivian. "This is my favorite thin blanket. It looks usable, so put it in your room for now."

Vivian took it with a puzzled look, then turned around and stuffed it under her bed in her bedroom.

As Charlotte went downstairs, she glanced at the laboratory next door. Fortunately, apart from a crack in the wall, there were no major problems. She just wondered if the lab rats had been scared to death.

Charlotte and Vivian took several bottles of hemostatic potion from the cabinet and three bottles of aversion potion from the drawer. They then boarded the carriage that Buddy had prepared and left Baka Street.

……

"Father, is the doctor next door dead?"

"Judging from the activity, it's most likely gone."

"Ah...what a pity. Who should I use as a model in the future?"

"Yes, it's a pity. We've lost a stable source of customers."

On the second floor of the bookstore next door, two figures pressed against the wall, listening intently to the sounds, and whispering among themselves.

The noise coming from the clinic next door was so loud that it could be heard clearly throughout the whole street.

Everyone in the neighborhood knew that Charlotte had latched onto Diana's coattails and had also offended some very powerful figures.

Judging from the noise tonight, it's probably a bad omen.

Some people felt sorry for him, while others gloated.