There is no overly complicated love-hate relationship, the feud between Amos the Tree Man and the black magician is just a beautiful encounter, and a sentence of 'What are you looking at?'
You may not believe it when you say it, but the twilight-layered tree-hugger in front of you was a young man in the prime of his life and in high spirits five years ago.
At one hundred and eighty years old, a Treehugger is only just coming of age for his long life.
A fourth-ranked Treehugger versus a fourth-ranked High Dark Magician!
As the saying goes, the fist is afraid of the young and strong, that already late black magician, in the end, failed to do over the young and strong tree man, drinking hate on the spot.
But this old thing who practiced dark magic, before dying, put a curse on the tree man at the cost of his life, which became a shadow that shrouded the tree man for the rest of his life.
The magic practiced by that black magician prolonged his own life by sucking the life force of living things, and was extremely vicious in refining the dead as a means of fighting the enemy.
The curse on Amos also has something to do with the Necromancer.
Whenever he is hit by the sun, the curse corrupts his body, and the ensuing grudges take a toll on his psyche.
Charlotte looked at the tree man and seriously suggested, "Then you should go find a magician who specializes in holy light magic and purification magic, and you should be able to get rid of this curse, right?"
As a former senior magician, Charlotte still had some insight into magic.
Necromancer is a profession that is scorned in the wizard world, refining and harnessing the undead can make a necromancer's strength far exceed that of a wizard of the same rank, but its cultivation method is extremely cruel.
In order to get stronger quickly, necromancers tend to massacre ordinary people on a large scale and are extremely abusive, thus creating spiteful spirits in bulk.
As the necromancer continues to grow stronger and the number of undead under his control increases, his spirit is affected by the undead and becomes regicide and insane.
Therefore, necromancers have always been the object of everyone's criticism, and in recent centuries, Calvar has even set up a bounty list, where you can take the heads of necromancers on the list and exchange them for an extremely generous bounty.
Charlotte had legitimate reason to suspect that Amos, who was a teenager back in the day, had the idea of taking someone's head in exchange for a drink.
Of course, that's not the point.
Necromancers, being of the darkness system, just happened to be skykicked by light magicians, and a single holy light spell was enough to remove the attached grudge spirits.
Even if light magicians were too rare to find well, it shouldn't be hard to find a high-level magician who knew the Great Purification spell, right? Although the effect was a bit worse than the Holy Light spell, it should still be possible to remove the curse after casting the spell a few more times.
Isn't it a fool's errand to find him a man who can't do magic and is currently only a surgeon + half-assed apothecary?
Amos' gaze dimmed and he shook his head, "At first I thought the same thing, but neither the Holy Light spell nor the Great Purification spell had any effect on this curse, and I exhausted all my possessions, including the bounty I traded for the head of that black magician, and I couldn't find anyone who could heal me."
"That doesn't make sense, does it?" Charlotte frowned.
Holy Light spells don't work on undead curses?
Doesn't that challenge the foundational setting of this world?
"Are you sure you haven't run into any scammers? Like one that uses Illumination as Holy Light?" Charlotte offered her guess.
"The other party is Professor August of the Calva Magic Academy."
"No problem then." Charlotte knew that Professor August, light wizards were a rare species in the industry, Calva could count them on one hand.
"Professor August said that the rules of this curse are somewhat unique, and that casting it at the cost of the caster's life is unheard of for him, and that a Holy Light spell cast at his strength would not be able to destroy the curse." Amos lowered his eyes and the atmosphere was low.
Charlotte sighed darkly, with Professor August's knowledge and expertise in the field, what else could he, a medical monk, do with a black magic curse that was unheard of even by him?
Give some placebo.
"Would you be able to activate the curse and show me its characteristics? So that I can go through the information at a later stage." Charlotte kept her expression calm.
Amos looked up toward the top, then looked left and right, took two steps backward, and put his left hand into a spot of weak sunlight.
Thumbs down--
As if sulfuric acid was poured on it, Amos's left hand instantly emitted white smoke, and the back of his hand was corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye, appearing as a black crater.
And on top of his body, a mass of black mist suddenly emerged to surround his body, and there was a mournful low roar coming from the black mist, accompanied by a putrid odor.
Charlotte's eyes narrowed slightly, piercing through the mist, he saw some bizarre runes, written symbols he had never seen before, not the same as the writing of this world.
What was even more bizarre was that these runes were not static, but were changing as if they were living bugs.
After just a moment of staring, Charlotte felt a strong sense of vertigo, a wave of nausea rising from the bottom of her heart, accompanied by what sounded like a demonic whisper.
"Suffered!" Charlotte was so startled that she bit the tip of her tongue.
The intense pain broke Charlotte out of her sinking state, and he hastily averted his gaze, not daring to stare at the runes again.
On the other side, Amos had rejoined the shadows, and the black fog was slowly subsiding.
The seemingly extremely painful process didn't cause his demeanor to fluctuate half as much as it seemed to have long since gotten used to it.
Charlotte swallowed the blood in her mouth and looked at Amos, "I already understand the situation, but you don't have to get your hopes up, I'm just a general doctor, and I can only try my best to find some way to help you with a curse that even the professors of Calvary University can't solve."
"Thank you, I'll see you in a few days." Amos nodded and turned to leave.
"What a bullshit mission, almost sent me away, in the future, this kind of high return hidden mission, don't dare to take it indiscriminately." Charlotte turned around and closed the door, her heart palpitating.
He didn't know what terrible things would happen if he had just fallen into that curse.
In a world where weirdness was everywhere, he had to remind himself to be safe at all times.
Before the memory faded, Charlotte returned to her study and drew the runes she had seen earlier.
Even the static runes resting on the paper still gave off an eerie aura.
"Necromancers can't be messed with, this kind of work of exchanging your head for a reward is better left to those adventurers and mercenaries." Charlotte took a book to cover the paper with runes drawn on it, out of sight, out of mind.
This evening he would take the time to look through the books in the study to see if he could find any useful information.
If he couldn't find it, he was going to give up on this mission.
Precious hidden quests though.
But there's no penalty for failing to complete the task!
The next mission is better behaved.
Opening the door and accomplishing a turnover of one thousand copper coins made Charlotte feel confident about today.
Soon one after another, another patient came to the door.
A poor goblin who had just been robbed was stabbed twice in the left chest, but luckily his heart grows on the right side and he played dead to escape.
Charlotte treated his wounds and stitched them shut.
Thinking that having just been robbed, the goblin should be penniless, he ended up paying the medical bills by pulling out six silver coins from what was left of his pants.
Charlotte sighed in awe and also lamented the robber's lack of professionalism; after all, he remembered experiencing being robbed naked a few times.
In one morning, Charlotte saw ten guests, all of whom were treated for traumatic injuries, except for the tree-hugger early in the morning.
"This is a hemostatic potion, there is still half a bottle left, after going back, if there is any bleeding from a cracked wound, you can pour the right amount of the potion on the wound to stop the bleeding. Remember, don't exercise strenuously for a few days and don't let the wound get wet. A total of 300 copper coins, thank you for your patronage ..."
Charlotte watched the orc with the seven cuts to his arm leave, glanced at the light of day, it was already noon, and flipped the wooden sign on the door, declaring today's portion of the business closed.
"Here comes the most wonderful counting moment again!"
Charlotte took out her money pouch and dumped the entire morning's turnover on the counter.
The clinking sound of coins clashing is mesmerizing.
After a careful count, there were 24 silver coins and 425 copper coins, which translates to 2,824 copper coins.
550 copper coins of this is a quest reward from the system.
There is also collateral worth 500 copper coins.
That's the normal turnover for a clinic day, yesterday's income of over four thousand was pulled up by the hydrating serum.
Charlotte counted the deposits in passing, two days, deducting the fifteen silver coins from yesterday's purchase, he now had 5,640 copper coins in hand.
Rent this is not enough!
It's true that opening your own medical clinic is much better than being a laborer!
And of course, that money doesn't count as net profit.
He had been consuming the various potions on the shelves for the past two days; the stamina potion was depleted, the hydrating serum was depleted, and the cleansing potion only had two bottles left.
The only thing he could restock on his own at the moment was the hemostatic potion.
Withholding the forty silver coins he was to give to his landlady the day after tomorrow, and hiding them separately in a secret compartment under the counter, he now had 1640 available in his hand.
And the wealth value in the personal panel had reached 7148.
With any luck, it will break 10,000 tomorrow and open the system mall!
"I'll have to make two more pots of hemostatic potion today, and I'll have to try and get the cleaning potion made, or I'll have to go to the apothecary store and buy a batch for a different price."
Charlotte collected the money, took out her brown bread and nibbled on it, and began to organize her work for this afternoon.
It is the fine tradition of flower growers to work hard and become rich, and it is a truth that Charlotte has always believed in.
Knock! Knock knock!
There was a sudden knock at the door.
"Isn't there a closed for business sign on the door?" Charlotte sat unmoving in her chair, thinking that the person outside should have left after knocking for a while and no one answered.
Charlotte muttered a little about the patience of the man at the door, though, and the knocking continued until Charlotte had finished nibbling on that unpalatable black bread, with a glass of water in between.
"Can't read?"
Charlotte was distracted by the knocking and could only get up to open the door.
Outside the door stood a petite young girl, wearing a black dress that didn't quite fit, her long brown hair tied behind her head, her appearance clean and attractive, with a bit of baby fat on her face.
She hung her eyes and crossed her arms and twisted them together, looking as if she was a little nervous.
Why her?
Looking at the familiar figure in front of her, Charlotte's eyes instantly widened.
The young girl raised her head and looked at Charlotte standing in the door, her eyes widening all at once in the same way.