"Don't worry, I don't have any horrible enemies that need your help to avenge their deaths, nor do I have a fortune that can clothe and feed you for the rest of your life that I can entrust to you." Joseph looked at Charlotte, his golden eyes containing a hint of a smile.
Charlotte, who was seen through at a glance, smiled without losing her embarrassment and thought, "Could this guy be able to eavesdrop on other people's minds?"
However, looking at the horrific injury on the man's chest and his weakness that was visible to the naked eye, Charlotte couldn't help but say, "I've had my magical essence nullified and I'm no longer a magician, but there is still a healing intermediate magician in my clinic, so perhaps I can have her try to treat your injuries."
He knew Vivian was at the back of the stairs, and figured Joseph knew it well.
As a doctor, even a veterinarian, it is torture to watch a seriously injured patient die before your eyes and not do something about it.
"Even if you have been exiled to the abyss, you still have a compassionate heart, this point, is very similar to Lin." Joseph smiled and shook his head, "However, my injuries are too serious to be cured by a little girl, even if a Grand Magus comes, there's nothing he can do."
Charlotte looked at Joseph, his face was extraordinarily pale from the loss of blood while his lips turned a rich purple-black color, the toxins in his body were eating away at his vitality, yet his expression remained subdued and calm.
He had never seen anyone so calm in the face of death.
What is an Archmage? The ceiling of the magician's profession!
The dean of the Calvary Medical School was only at the strength of a Magical Instructor.
He trusted Joseph's judgment and did not insist that Vivian treat him.
"You came to see me specifically?" Charlotte asked, wondering where the man was coming from.
"Yes. Back then, before your parents left the city to fight the tide of magical beasts, they once left me a letter, asking me to take care of you if something happened to them." Joseph nodded slightly.
"So why are you showing up now? Where were you when I was in jail? Where were you when I was insulted by someone withdrawing from my marriage? And where were you when I was deprived of my magic essence and became an invalid?" If it was the original body, it would have definitely come with a hysterical four consecutive questions.
But Charlotte was much calmer, and just blandly said, "Obviously, you didn't do it. Of course, it's possible that you were too busy to blame."
The tone of his voice smelled like green tea that had been hurt.
Charlotte's calmness made Joseph's guilt deepen and apologized, "I have indeed been busy with some important things over the years, and I had thought that with Nolan and Lynn's contributions to Calvary, those people would take care of you, but I never thought that they would do something like that to you."
"So, you came here today specifically to apologize to me?"
"Yes, so I'm going to give you a chance."
"Chance?" Charlotte didn't show too much excitement, instead she was a little wary.
Such as 'Do you want to live differently?' 'Teenager, do you want to change your destiny?' Words like that are often giant pits.
Charlotte just wants to work hard for his money and live well.
Joseph fished a black stone out of his pocket and handed it to Charlotte.
"This?" Charlotte hesitated, but reached for the stone.
It was an elongated stone, the front side as smooth and flat as a mirror, the back side, though equally smooth, had an intricate spell formation inscribed with dark golden lines underneath the surface of the stone, based on a six-maned star, supplemented by symmetrical and intricate runes, which looked rather forced and aesthetic.
The moment Charlotte got her hands on it, she had the illusion of taking over a cell phone.
It's perfect in size, thickness, weight, and grip.
Even ... it does a true full screen.
But Charlotte could be sure that the continent of Aesop had not yet seen such a transgressive product as the cell phone, and not even the steam engine had yet appeared.
Suddenly, the stone in his hand vibrated slightly.
The pure black mirror suddenly lit up and lines of text emerged.
Technician: [What happened to the Judge? What's with the sudden goodbye?
Merchant: [Crap, he's not going to die, is he? He still owes me 2,000 gold coins yet!
Caretaker: [Yesterday he said he touched a Queen of Beasts lair, could there have been an accident?
Light Chaser: [Does the Hidden One know the specifics? Normally you have more contact with the Inquisitor. @Hidden One.]
...
Charlotte: ...
Isn't this a chat group?
If he hadn't already accepted the fact that he had crossed over, he would have even felt like he was peering at some gaming group.
But this is a fantasy world where magic runs rampant and dragons fly!
Looking at the chat group called [Red Moon], the chat logs that were still being swiped, Charlotte felt numb.
Joseph seemed to be satisfied with Charlotte's expression and smiled as he explained, "Perhaps it's hard for you to understand what this is, simply put, he's a real-time communication tool, which we call 'Blackstone'."
I understand what it is quite well, but I can't understand why it's here? Charlotte grabbed the 'black stone' and asked with a puzzled expression, "What is this used for? And who are they?"
"Speaking of which, we have to start with an organization called [Red Moon]. A thousand years ago, nine meteorites fell from the sky and landed all over the continent of Iso, and the Red Moon began to appear from the night of the meteorites.
The consecutive red moon nights lasted for three years, and it was during this three-year period that demonization began to appear one after another all over the continent of Aesop.
Humans, beasts, orcs, and even dragons, have been experiencing conditions of inexplicable madness and signs of human transmission, typically characterized by eyes turning red, losing their minds, and going mad and killing.
Like a disease spreading, the demonization phenomenon spread to the entire continent, eventually attracting the attention of all races.
In order to defend against the tide of demonized beasts, the races ended their racial wars and built a city on the continent of Aesop, using tall walls and spell formations to isolate the demonized creatures.
It was against this backdrop that Calva was founded." Joseph said in a calm tone.
Charlotte listened intently, these old stories, growing up in Calva, he knew them for sure, but wondered what they had to do with this 'Blackstone' phone?
"You may know something about all of the above, so let's talk about what you don't know." Joseph continued, "After the expiration of the three-year period, the frequency of the red moon nights began to decrease, from once every three days, to once every five days, and finally stabilized at once every seven days, and it has continued until now.
Every night of the red moon, the demonized creatures become extra active and restless.
Seemingly guided by some mysterious force, every few nights of the red moon, there is a binge of demonized creatures of varying sizes attacking large cities, a phenomenon we call the 'Demon Tide'.
In addition to building cities to defend against the demonic tide, the knowledgeable people of the races were not happy to be a shrinking violet in the cities, so more than nine hundred years ago, an organization called [Red Moon] was founded.
This organization was created with the purpose of solving the mystery of the Red Moon, removing demonization, and restarting the world."
"Ah ... this is full of middle-aged sickness!" Charlotte was dumbfounded.
"From the beginning of its inception, Red Moon has always maintained a size of nine members, and except for the Red Moon initiator, 'Vigilante', the other members are involuntarily not required to share their identities, and communicate with each other under codenames through the 'Black Stone'. " Joseph went on to introduce.
Isn't this just taking a screen name and playing group chat?
Nine people, chatting in a group to save the world?
He couldn't even think of such a thing when he was fifteen.
"You ... are the Inquisitor?" Charlotte asked tentatively, with this invincible middle-of-the-road screen name.
"That's right, I am the Inquisitor." Joseph nodded his head and paused, "I'm mainly responsible for exploring the magical beast nests marked by the organization's members, as well as the suspicious locations circulated by other adventurers, to try and find the source of the demonization, three of the magical beast nests around the Abyss have already been obliterated by me, and the last one had a bit of a mishap."
Charlotte's mouth dropped open slightly as she looked at Joseph with her eyes becoming shocked, as well as in awe.
In the education he had received, the existence of magical beast lairs belonged to the level of legends, and textbooks did not go into detail in this regard.
However, in the rumors, not only were there a terrifying number of magical beasts in the Magical Beast Lair, there was also the existence of the Queen of Beasts, which was a terrifying existence that terrified even the Great Magical Instructors.
And the man in front of him, his daily job was to explore and clear the nests of magical beasts.
And the injuries he sustained were from uprooting the demonic beast nests around the Abyss, mostly related to the Queen of Beasts.
"Those guys in that group, what kind of existence are they?" Charlotte suddenly realized a very important question, he might suddenly come into contact with an unimaginably mysterious organization.
"The best judgment for a crazed Wraith is to send them to the damn Red Moon." Joseph said with a grin, as if to explain his codename.
"So you gave me the 'Black Stone' and you're asking me to bring it to someone?" Charlotte asked.
Now that he was so unarmed that he couldn't necessarily fight even a demonized rabbit on the moors, he clearly wasn't capable of inheriting the mantle of the Inquisitor and breaking into the lairs of the magical beasts with his sword.
And judging from Joseph's terrifying strength, this Red Moon organization, which always maintained a nine-member configuration, was not something he, a small rookie, could play around with.
"No, I have already chosen you as the successor of the ninth black stone, from today onwards, you are a member of Red Moon." Joseph's gaze was fixed on Charlotte, "Although we haven't met over the years, I have been watching you. I'm very pleased with this meeting, the fact that a former genius had his magical essence abolished didn't make you give up on yourself, you still harbor a compassionate heart and a positive mindset, so I chose you to become my successor."
Charlotte didn't feel surprised and calmly asked, "Are you sure you're going to let a loser who doesn't even dare to set foot in the wilderness to take up such a valuable spot?"
"Are you willing to spend the rest of your life hiding in the dark corners of the Abyss as a loser?" Joseph asked rhetorically.
Charlotte didn't answer, just looked at Joseph.
He wasn't someone who got hot under the collar at the third word of someone else.
"Your lukewarm and cautious personality is exactly like Nolan's!" Joseph was exasperated and sighed, "Choosing you, besides your personality, has something to do with your parents."