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Chapter 14 - A late night visit from an old friend

After seeing the magical effects of the potion, Vivian's motivation to become an alchemist had significantly increased, and her hand with the pounding stick had become steadier.

If you can't use magic in front of people, then you can heal and save people in a different way!

Moreover, once the potion was refined, she would also receive a commission of 1 copper coin per bottle.

Having experienced the days when she couldn't move an inch without money, she deeply understood the importance of money.

Still, Vivian experienced some reality beatings when refining the hemostatic potion compared to the cleansing potion that could be out of the pot with a simple boil.

Bang!

The pot of churning liquid exploded without warning.

It was fortunate that Vivian had been warned by Charlotte in advance, and a water shield rose in front of her at the moment of the explosion, blocking the hot solution that came crashing down on her.

"What's going on here? Didn't I do it in strict order?" Vivian was confused.

"The third stirring was in the wrong direction, the reverse caused the solution to destabilize and then it blew up." Charlotte leaned against the doorway and said calmly.

"So."

Vivian drifted off, revealing a few shameful expressions, and poured the small amount of red liquid remaining in the pot, then silently recited an incantation and offered a water-based cleansing spell, and a band of water swam like a spirit snake, quickly cleaning the messy alchemy room.

The corners of Charlotte's mouth twitched, it was true that magic was the first productive force, drooling with envy.

Vivian had a good talent for potion refining, and her affinity for the water element allowed her to control the potion in the pot with greater ease.

Without continuing to pay attention to her, Charlotte began to research the formula for the 'Hydrating Serum'.

This was the recipe for the 'Recovery Potion' that the original body had purchased from the black market, but the finished product that was finally refined according to the recipe did not have a significant effect on injury recovery, so it was recognized as a waste product.

After Charlotte's hype, the waste product renamed 'Hydrating Serum' jumped to become the highest priced and most profitable product in the clinic at the moment.

Although it wasn't clear if the landlady and the horse-faced male demon would buy it back, Charlotte was still prepared to refine another batch.

Selling a bottle with a net profit of over seven hundred copper coins was too good a money maker!

The beautiful afternoon was spent in the busyness of the two men, and it was completely dark when they felt hungry, which made them stop their work.

Dinner was two sticks of black bread, one for each person.

Looking at Vivian, who was eating with gusto, Charlotte was greatly relieved.

You can have Michelin bliss with such awful brown bread, this staff is not pretentious and good to feed.

Charlotte, who had eaten black bread for two days in a row, in turn could not stand it first.

He had already thought about it, after paying the rent tomorrow and leaving the money for the purchase of the potion materials, the rest of the money had to find someone to redo the kitchen on the second floor and cook for himself to improve the food.

If you eat bread every day, sooner or later you will become a bread man!

"By the way, I told the neighbors that I got a new employee, an orc girl, so starting tomorrow, you'll have to wear this head covering to meet people." Charlotte took out the hair cover she had bought on the way at lunch and handed it to Vivian.

"Orc maiden?" Vivian looked at the black hair cover in her hand, recognized the direction, and slipped it over her head.

With her petite figure, delicate and cute looks, and a pair of black cat ears peeking out from her hair, she instantly transformed into a cute orc girl.

"Well, not bad at all." Charlotte nodded repeatedly, "It's the clothes that need to be changed."

"Clothes?" Vivian looked down at her wide black clothes, the men's clothes she had stolen while changing on the road.

Although it was cleaned with water magic, the clothes had torn several holes along the way to avoid pursuit.

Charlotte said with a serious expression, "Tomorrow I'll go and buy you a new set of clothes, remember, from now on externally your name is Erin, from the Lion Tribe of the Stu Steppe, who was trafficked to the Abyss."

"I'm Erin, from the Lion Tribe of Stuart Meadows, trafficked into the Abyss." Vivian repeated.

"You also don't want your enemies to know that you are hiding in the clinic, right? Then keep this identity in mind and don't show your face in front of people, otherwise I can't protect you."

Vivian nodded repeatedly.

This male tribe is not Charlotte made up, this is a real existence of the orc tribe, and it is a rather powerful tribe, it is said that the tribe is littered with cat-eared women.

Anna, who was on the counter, heard the two conversing and her ears perked up for a moment, poking her little head out to look at the two and shrinking back.

After dinner, Charlotte handed Vivian the bedding from the noon sale and told her to go upstairs first, and took her own tools from the cupboard, ready to go upstairs and help her fix the bed.

Bang, bang, bang!

Just then, a sharp knock suddenly sounded at the door.

"Who is it at this late hour?" Charlotte instantly tensed up a bit, gripping the hammer in her hand with one hand while squeezing the magic charm with the other.

The dark night of the Abyss was not as dangerous as the wilderness, but it was not safe either.

Every night, people die quietly.

Landlords don't care if you live or die, they can always find the next leek that pays them rent.

A non-magical muggle like Charlotte, running a lucrative clinic, was the fattest of the fattest of the fattest in the eyes of many.

On the very first page of the journal, in bolded handwriting, it says: Don't open the door to anyone at night!

Charlotte kept quiet, creating the illusion that he seemed to have gone upstairs to bed.

The knocking lasted only a moment before a sword stabbed through the doorway.

It was a black sword with a slender blade, but the tip seemed to have snapped, leaving an irregular break.

Lean!

Charlotte looked at the sword stabbing into the doorway and already knew what the person outside the door was planning to do.

Who's that at the door?

A patient in need of emergency care?

The original body's enemies in Calva? An assassin sent by the Physicians' Guild?

Vivian's enemies have come after her?

If it's the first, there may be room for maneuver.

If it's the latter two, then he might be Barbie Q tonight.

The black longsword was just gently flicked upwards and across the door, and the arm-thick iron bar was sliced into two with a single stroke.

Charlotte's pupils dilated infinitely, what kind of divine weapon was this? Or what kind of terrifying strength did the guy outside the door have?

Tinkerbell!

The iron bar fell to the ground and the gate slowly opened outward.

At the entrance to the clinic, stood a man whose entire body was shrouded in black robes, his wide cloak making it impossible to see his face, almost blending in with the night color behind him.

"Who are you? Why are you forcing your way into my residence?!" Charlotte's mood sank to the bottom, the hand squeezing the magic charm trembled slightly, if a conflict erupted, he only had one chance.

Moreover, he wasn't sure if he could kill the black-robed man in front of him with this one chance.

"Charlotte. Clayton, there's no need to be so nervous, I'm not here to kill you." The black-robed man stepped forward into the light of the clinic, a hint of teasing laughter in his low voice.

Despite standing in the light, Charlotte still couldn't see his face.

Charlotte never introduced her last name to the people of the Abyss, so this black-robed man should be from Calva, but there was no such deceased person in her memory.

The visitor stated that he wasn't here to kill him, but that didn't make him relax.

However, his gaze quickly fell to the black-robed man's feet, where black blood flowed outwards like a bizarre flower in full bloom.

"Yes, as you can see, I'm wounded, badly." The black-robed man reached up and removed his cloak.

It was a pale face, barely a hint of blood visible, but with rigid lines, thick curly brown hair brushed back casually, and short brown whiskers almost attached to the hair.

Those golden eyes were like two bright lights in the darkness, capable of piercing through everything.

It's a human being.

Charlotte could be sure that he did not have any memories associated with this person.

But the other man recognizes him and finds him in a badly injured condition, perhaps to gain salvation?

"You need help?" Charlotte asked tentatively.

He was able to sense this person's weakness, he was indeed heavily injured and poisoned.

The blood that flowed on the ground had begun to corrode the stone floor.

It was not at all scientific that he could still stand here with such a strong toxin in his blood!

"Perhaps so, but unfortunately there is no one in this world who can help me." The man walked over to the stone bed and sat down, lifting his black robe with a smile.

At the location of his heart, there was a black spike nailed to it, and it was from here that the black blood flowed.

Charlotte was startled, the poisonous stinger that looked like some kind of monster was as thick as an adult's arm, and the break was so flush that it should have been severed by a sword.

From what he had been taught, having his heart pierced and being highly poisoned, it would have made more sense for him to be lying on the ground rather than sitting here with a smile on his face and chatting with him.

"Who are you?" Charlotte looked into the man's eyes, her composure returning.

A man who was about to die and suddenly came to his door without asking for help and healing was bound to be here for him.

But he didn't even know who the other guy was.

"Joseph. Kane." The man smiled a little to himself and added, "Of course, I don't think you've heard of me; the last time I saw you, you were a year old and being held in Lynn's arms."

"You know my parents?!" Charlotte asked subconsciously.

Lynn was his mother's name, but more than a decade ago, his parents died in a wave of Wraiths defending Calva.

"That's right, Nolan and Lynn and I are old friends, and I'm sorry that I wasn't able to attend their funeral back then because I was delayed by other things." Joseph's gaze dimmed, and his voice became low.

Charlotte could be sure that the man in front of her was a deceased member of his parents, and there was no hostility.

But when he was seriously injured and about to die, he suddenly came to the door, so he thought that it should not be just to catch up on old times.

Is he trying to get him to avenge his death?

Charlotte looked at the broken longsword in his hand, even if he was seriously injured and about to die, he could easily pick off an arm-thick iron rod, this kind of terrifying strength had completely exceeded his knowledge.

Or are you planning to let him inherit?

The legacy of a superpower fills the imagination of Charlotte, who is below the poverty line.