Charlotte watched as the group chat shifted from mourning the memory of the Inquisitor, to him, the newcomer, and the guy codenamed 'Merchant' tried to shift the debt.
That's 2,000 gold coins, or 20 million copper coins!
It wouldn't be worth that much to sell him.
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 yourselves.]
[Miracle: I met that uncle in passing and do not inherit any of his debts. @Merchant]
The short screen name made Charlotte a little uncomfortable.
He usually uses long names like: 'Farmer's three punches hurt a little bit' and 'There are really ten words to this name' ...
Footsteps came from the stairway, and Charlotte hurriedly put away the black stone and animal skin first.
"Boss, that patient ... "Vivian looked at the black robe and broken sword on the ground, as well as several footprints that corroded the ground, and couldn't help but cover her mouth.
It looks like a scene of destruction.
She had just clearly heard a guest knocking on the door and coming in, and out of caution she had not gone downstairs.
But strangely, standing at the top of the stairs, she couldn't hear what they were saying.
She didn't turn out of the stairway until she was sure the clinic was completely silent.
"Don't think blindly, that patient was poisoned extremely violently, and I couldn't do anything about it, 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.
"So?" Vivian would be skeptical.
"You use your magic to clean the ground and those two items while I take them to be disposed of." Charlotte added.
The poison that Joseph had been given was too aggressive, and he didn't want to give himself away because of the residue.
Vivian obediently cleaned the floor and both of Joseph's relics with cleaning magic, which gave her the illusion that she was being an accomplice.
Charlotte wrapped the black robe and broken sword in rags and carried them upstairs.
This is a rare prop judged by the system, the only item left behind by a generation of powerful people, a high-grade item that is not damaged at all in front of the strong corrosive venom.
Throw it away?
That's a real loser.
Charlotte wasn't shy about the fact that the original owner of the item was dead; in a way, he called it an inheritance.
"This can't really be a dark store, can it?" 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 dropped it onto the black robe, making sure there was no toxin residue on it before reassuringly folding it up and tucking it into the bottom corner of the closet.
According to the system's judgment, this was a rare prop capable of concealing the breath, and the ability to hide the figure more easily in the darkness of the night, and it was definitely called a night walking artifact.
As for the broken longsword, the difference compared to a complete longsword was that it wasn't easy to sell for a high price.
This longsword, which accompanied the Inquisitors in their conquests and killed countless magical beasts, was forged from a meteorite from the heavens, and was extremely sharp and hard.
But the best sword fell into Charlotte's hands, and it wasn't much different from a kitchen knife.
It would be a very nice way to dispose of it if it could be rebuilt and beaten into a scalpel.
The image of just picking off an arm-thick iron rod with a sword made Charlotte extremely covet its sharpness.
With that thought in mind, Charlotte rushed downstairs again to find a stick to put the door up against, and, not feeling secure enough, pushed the stone bed over against the door.
"When I have the money, I still have to get 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, the price was more than ten thousand copper coins.
Vivian went to her room to rest, while Charlotte went into her study, unlocked the door, and re-pulled out the black stone and the bestiary and placed them on the desk.
The yellowish light shifted slightly, and the black stone flickered on and off, whimpering as it vibrated slightly on the tabletop.
Charlotte quickly skimmed through the chat, the Inquisitor had died unexpectedly, and all the other groupies had come out of the woodwork to bubble up, except for the mysterious Vigilante.
And through their chats, which were like pieces of a puzzle, Charlotte had some some insight into the Inquisitor's life.
As a knight close to a demigod, the Inquisitor's life is legendary.
After joining Red Moon for more than thirty years, there were more than a hundred magical beast nests that were overthrown in his hands, and more than a hundred Beast Queens were slain.
The most representative battle was ten years ago, when one man and one sword defended Canter City, which had been 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 Queen of Beasts.
The Inquisitor, who was passing through the area, froze and managed to guard the city of Canter after decimating the beast alone for six hours.
There were many other similar battles, each of which was enough to shake a party when spoken of.
But strangely enough, Charlotte's memories did not include such a legendary powerhouse on the continent of Aesop.
Soon he found the answer.
The Inquisitors never advertised their exploits to the public, just as Red Moon as an organization is not known to the world.
Nine people within the Red Moon Organization, each other does not show their true face, to code name each other.
Of course, that doesn't mean they are completely isolated.
Just like the Inquisitor borrowed two thousand gold coins from the merchant, the mechanic forged the black longsword named 'Judgment' for him, and also swept the lair of the magical beasts side by side with the shepherd.
The closeness of the relationship depends on the individual.
Blackstone exists only so that members who don't want to reveal their identities can participate in the organization's activities while remaining mysterious.
By peering through the screen, Charlotte got a general idea of a few of the members.
A merchant, indeed a merchant, and extremely wealthy to be able to lend 2,000 gold coins out of hand.
The technician, who should be a weapon forger, was able to forge a rare grade weapon out of a heavenly meteorite, and his skill was evident.
The Shepherd, a powerful orc, is currently located in Karwar, and his daily routine is closer to that of an Inquisitor.
Light chaser, insufficient information, unidentified, but judging from the statement, should be a female member.
The Witch, with the same lack of information, can be identified as female and lives by the sea.
The caretaker, silent, only sent a puzzling 'May the giant god bless him'.
The Hidden One, who is quite respected in the Red Moon and has had more contact with the Inquisitors.
Vigilante, who hadn't spoken since Charlotte had joined the group, was the initiator of Red Moon.
Miracle, a little chicken who can't do anything.
...
[Witch: Newbie, what's your occupation? @Miracle]
[Technician: It must be a knight, the Inquisitors have always looked down on wizards.]
[Shepherd: The Wraith have become quite active lately, and we need to dispose of more Wraith nests before the once-in-a-decade Beast Riot comes.]
Charlotte thought for a moment and replied, [I'm a doctor, studying medicine to save the world].