Charlotte watched as the group chat shifted from mourning the memory of the Inquisitor, to him, a newcomer, and the guy codenamed ＇Merchant＇ tried to transfer the debt.
That was 2,000 gold coins, or 20 million copper coins!
It wouldn't be worth that even if he was sold.
So he thought for a moment, and with a quick slide of his finger on the black stone screen, he wrote a line.
[Miracle: Newcomer report, please take care of me.]
[Miracle: I'm a casual acquaintance of that uncle, and will not inherit any of his debts. @Businessman]
This short screen name made Charlotte a bit uncomfortable.
He usually used: "Farmer's Three Punches Kind of Hurts", "This name really has ten characters' such long names ...
Footsteps came from the stairway, and Charlotte hurriedly put away the black stone and animal skin first.
"Boss, that patient ..." Vivian couldn't help but cover her mouth as she looked at the black robe and broken sword on the ground, as well as several footprints that corroded the ground.
It looked like a scene of destruction.
She had just clearly heard the sound of a guest knocking on the door and coming in, and out of caution, she did not go downstairs.
But strangely, standing at the stairway, she couldn't hear what they were saying.
It wasn't until she was sure that the clinic was completely free of talking voices that she turned out of the stairway.
"Don't be fooled, that patient was poisoned extremely violently, and there was nothing I could do to help, only these two things were left." Charlotte interrupted Vivian's association, he didn't want to somehow become the image of a horrible murderer in the little girl's heart.
"Like this?" Vivian would be skeptical.
"You use magic to clean the ground and those two items, and I'll take them to get rid of them." Charlotte added.
The poison that Joseph had been poisoned with was too fierce, and he didn't want to give himself away because of the residue.
Vivian obeyed and used cleaning magic to clean the ground and Joseph's two relics, which gave her the illusion of being an accomplice.
Charlotte wrapped the black robe and the broken sword in rags and carried them upstairs.
This was a rare prop judged by the system, the only item left behind by a generation of powerful people, and it was not damaged at all in front of the strong corrosive venom
High-grade goods.
Throw it away?
That's really a waste of money.
Charlotte was not shy about the fact that the original owner of the item had passed away, from a certain point of view, he called this inheritance.
"This shouldn't really be a dark store, right?" Vivian watched Charlotte carry the patient's relics that were supposedly to be disposed of up the stairs with brisk footsteps, feeling more and more out of place.
Charlotte grabbed a spider from the corner and threw it onto the black robe, confirming that there was no toxin residue on the black robe before she felt relieved and folded the black robe, tucking it into the bottom corner of the closet.
According to the system's judgment, this was a rare prop that could hide the breath, and conceal the figure more easily in the darkness of the night, and was definitely called a nighttime artifact.
As for the broken longsword, compared to a complete longsword, the difference was that it was not easy to sell at a high price.
This longsword, which accompanied the Judge in his battles and killed countless magical beasts, was forged from an extraterrestrial meteorite, and its sharpness and hardness were extremely high.
But in Charlotte's hands, there wasn't much difference between a good sword and a kitchen knife.
If it could be rebuilt and beaten into a scalpel, it would be a very good way to dispose of it.
The image of just picking off an arm-thick iron rod with a sword made Charlotte extremely covet its sharpness.
Thinking of this, Charlotte rushed downstairs again to find a wooden stick to put the door on top, feeling that it was not stable enough, and pushed the stone bed over against the door.
"When I have money, I still have to go buy a magic barrier to place outside the door." Charlotte thought secretly.
Unfortunately that thing was like the difference between a combination lock security door and a wooden door, the price and its exorbitant, even the lowest level one cost more than ten thousand copper coins.
Vivian went back to her room to rest, while Charlotte went into the study, unlocked the door, and took out the black stone and animal skin again and put them on the desk.
The yellowish light shook slightly, the black stone was bright and dark, vibrating slightly on the desktop making a whimpering sound.
Charlotte quickly skimmed through the chat logs, the Inquisitor died unexpectedly, except for that mysterious Vigilante, all the other groupies came out to
bubbling.
And through their chats, which were like pieces of a puzzle, Charlotte had some some understanding of the Inquisitor's life.
As a knight close to a demigod, the Inquisitor's life was legendary.
After joining Red Moon for more than thirty years, in his hands he had overthrown more than a hundred lairs of magical beasts and killed more than a hundred beast queens.
The most representative battle was ten years ago, when one man and one sword defended Canter City, which was attacked by a wave of beasts.
It was a town with only three senior magicians stationed there, facing a terrifying wave of demons led by the Beast Queen.
The Judge who was passing through the town managed to hold out for six hours, killing the Queen of Beasts and successfully guarding Canter City.
There were many other similar battles, each of which was enough to shake a party.
But strangely enough, in Charlotte's memories, there was no such a legendary strong man on the continent of Aesop.
He soon found the answer.
The Inquisitors never advertised their achievements to the public, just like the Red Moon organization was not known to the world.
The nine people within the Red Moon organization did not show their true faces to each other, calling each other by their code names.
Of course, this does not mean that they are completely isolated.
Just like the Judge who borrowed 2,000 gold coins from a merchant, the mechanic who forged the black longsword named "Judgement" for him, and the shepherds who swept the nests of the magical beasts side by side, the closeness of their relationship depends on the nature of their relationship.
The closeness of the relationship depends on the individual.
The existence of the black stone only allows members who do not want to reveal their identities to participate in the activities of the organization while remaining mysterious.
Through the peep screen, Charlotte had a general understanding of several members.
The merchant, was indeed a merchant, and was extremely wealthy to be able to lend 2000 gold coins out of hand.
Technician, should be a weapon forger, able to forge a rare grade weapon from a heavenly meteorite, his skill was evident.
Shepherd, a powerful orc, currently located in Karwar, his daily work is closer to that of an Inquisitor.
Light Chaser, insufficient information, identity unknown, but judging from the speech, it should be a female member.
The Witch, also insufficient information, can be identified as a female, lives by the sea.
The Caretaker, silent, only posted a puzzling 'May the Giant God bless him'.
The Hidden One, quite respected in the Red Moon and in more contact with the Inquisitors.
The Vigilante, who hasn't spoken since Charlotte joined the group, is the initiator of Red Moon.
Miracle, a little rookie who can't do anything.
[Witch: newbie, what's your profession? @Miracle]
[Technician: Definitely Knight, Inquisitors have always looked down on Wizards.]
[Shepherd: The Wraiths have become quite active lately, we need to get rid of more Wraith nests before the once-in-a-decade Beast Tide Riots arrive]]
Charlotte thought for a moment and replied, [I am a doctor, studying medicine to save the world].