Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 182：The day the broken sword is reforged

Business today went very smoothly without encountering any troublesome problems.

Moreover, with the popularity of emergency kits in adventurer and mercenary circles, more and more people came to buy potions every day.

Today, Kasha relied on selling potions to contribute a turnover of 16,700 copper coins.

With the surgeries performed by Charlotte and Vivian, they earned 10,621 copper coins, as well as equivalent items worth 1,343 copper coins.

The total turnover reached 28,664 copper coins, setting a new record.

Of course, this wasn't pure profit, as potions had cost, and there were consumables during the surgery, not to mention deducting the rent and labor costs.

But when calculated carefully, the income was still considerable.

At this rate, he would be able to save enough to break through to the rank of Advanced Knight in another month.

To go from Intermediate Knight to Advanced Knight in one month, only someone like him, who had an artificial body, could achieve that.

The feeling of leveling up through potion infusion was truly amazing!

"I have to go out for a while. I might not be able to come back tonight. Don't leave the clinic, and don't attend to any patients privately, especially at night, don't open the door for anyone," Charlotte said with a serious expression during dinner.

"If I haven't returned home before it gets dark, it means I won't be coming back tonight."

He had the feeling of a father preparing to go on a long journey, admonishing his underage daughter who stayed at home.

"Boss, are you going to hang out on Amman Street again?" Vivian swallowed the rice in her mouth and looked at him eagerly.

"Can you take me there too? I heard that the succubus ladies there dance well."

Kasha's eyes also lit up upon hearing that. She looked at Charlotte and whispered, "Master, I want to go too..."

"What are you two thinking?" Charlotte frowned.

"I have some business to attend to in Calva today. You both stay at home and wait for me to come back." He placed the bowl down and went upstairs to change his clothes.

He took out the black stone and glanced at it, realizing that there was an unread message from the technician.

Charlotte's eyes brightened. Could it be that the technician had already finished repairing the Judgment Sword? He quickly opened the message:

[Technician: The Judgment Sword has been completely rebuilt, and I added some new things for you. I can sense that you're in a hurry, so I arranged for expedited air delivery, which will reach Calva in just one day. Signed: Miracle Worker. It's insured with cash on delivery to ensure your satisfaction.]

Wow!

Charlotte was amazed by the technician's efficiency and shocked that he had arranged expedited air delivery and even insured the Judgment Sword.

How much would he have to pay for the shipping cost?!

He did want to get the Judgment Sword as soon as possible, as it was the source of his security. But if he could save a few thousand copper coins on shipping, he would gladly spend a few more days hiding in the clinic.

The message was sent yesterday, so the package was probably already at Barton Shipping Company.

[Miracle: Thank you very much.]

Charlotte replied to the technician's message and then left the house.

Although Calva wasn't far away, he wanted to return to the Abyss before sunset, so he decided to rent a fast horse to save time on the round trip.

He had become somewhat familiar with the Abyss during this time and knew that there was a shop on Tucker Street where one could rent horses by the day.

The daily rental price for a horse was 499, which was quite reasonable.

After all, if you go to a club and order a 499 package, the technicians there might not even let you ride once, right?

But if you rent a small female horse, you could ride it for the entire day.

Shortly after leaving the house, Charlotte noticed someone following him from a distance behind. The tracking techniques were not skillful, and in fact, quite clumsy.

Of course, it could also be that the person didn't consider him a threat and thought he wouldn't notice being followed, so they followed him openly from a hundred meters away.

When Charlotte reached a corner, he stopped and looked through the gaps in a row of wooden sticks to get a clear view of the person following him.

It was a skinny old man, the same old servant who had followed Amos last night.

Charlotte knew that Amos wasn't the kind of person to back down, but he didn't expect him to be so impatient and want to take action today.

Seeing Charlotte turn into an alleyway, the old servant's face revealed a vicious expression. He revealed a sharp dagger from under his loose sleeve and quickened his pace.

"A Level 3 old fart, then I'll play with you," Charlotte smirked and continued walking rapidly along the alley, leading the old servant further away from Baka Street.

"Why is this kid so fast?"

The old servant, who had been chasing after Charlotte almost running, leaned against the wall, panting heavily. He looked ahead at the empty forked alleyways and felt a sinking feeling in his heart; he had lost track of him.

"Hey, old man, are you looking for me?"

Just then, disdainful laughter echoed from above him.

The old servant suddenly looked up and realized that Charlotte had somehow appeared on top of the wall next to the alley, casually looking down at him with a smug smile.

"Good lad, you're not slow at escaping."

The old servant sneered, flicking his sleeve. Hundreds of black needles shot out, instantly covering an area several meters around Charlotte.

Though skilled in illusions and magic, he was also knowledgeable in the use of hidden weapons.

To prevent anyone from suspecting that it was the succubus who killed him, the old servant intended to use hidden weapons to dispose of Charlotte, leaving no trace of his involvement.

Hundreds of poisoned silver needles enveloped the space in front and behind Charlotte.

If even one needle struck him, he would be instantly killed.

Charlotte stood frozen on the rooftop, seemingly petrified by fear.

The corners of the old servant's mouth curled up, revealing a mouthful of yellowed, broken teeth.

He had already gathered information this morning.

Charlotte was nothing more than a worthless individual whose magic source had been cut off. He relied on his skill with potions to run a small clinic, making it easy to kill him.

Swoosh!

Hundreds of silver needles pierced Charlotte's body, popping like a balloon.

The illusions gradually dissipated, and all the silver needles were embedded in the stone behind him.

"It's an illusion!"

The old servant was shocked and instinctively tried to activate the protective charms on his body.

A black silver needle stabbed into his temple from the side, burying itself deep.

"Not an illusion, it's agility," Charlotte appeared by his side, his voice indifferent.

The old servant fell backward with an incredulous expression, filled with disbelief and incomprehension. He didn't even have time to call out in surprise before succumbing to death.

This old servant was too arrogant, completely underestimating him as an easy target.

Using his unexpected agility, Charlotte managed to surprise him. He even plucked a silver needle from mid-air and thrust it into the old servant's temple.

A succubus skilled in illusions and magic using inferior hidden weapons to deal with an agile knight was nothing short of self-inflicted humiliation.

Charlotte casually searched the old servant's belongings. He found twelve silver coins, six copper coins, and a third-level magic protection charm in his pouch, but nothing of value.

Hearing footsteps approaching from the end of the alley, Charlotte tucked away the coins and slipped into the adjacent alley.

In battles among peers, with his elusive agility, he held a great advantage.

Once a mage was engaged in close combat and failed to cast an array of protective spells, they were almost always slaughtered.

Although he easily dealt with the old servant sent by Amos, Charlotte's mood didn't relax. On the contrary, it became more serious.

Amos would not give up easily. By killing his trusted servant, he would only intensify his efforts, and may even take matters into his own hands.

Emerging from the alley, Charlotte had changed his appearance to a square face. He quickly arrived at Tucker Street and paid a deposit of twenty thousand copper coins to rent a mediocre black horse.

Having worked on a state-owned ranch, caring for horses and cows, he was somewhat familiar with their behaviors. Once he became accustomed to the horse, he successfully rode it away.

Following a mountain road, he left the abyss behind and headed straight to Calva.

Buddy had guided him into the city last time, and the route was imprinted in his mind. As soon as he entered the city, he made a beeline for the Barton Shipping Company.

After entering the magnificent building and paying the twenty thousand shipping fee, Charlotte finally received a rectangular box.

He opened the box on the spot, just lifting a corner of the lid, and felt the sharpness emanating from the sword.

A black longsword lay silently in the box, its intact tip razor-sharp, identical to the one wielded by the Judge in the mysterious realm.

Confirming that the goods were in order, Charlotte immediately closed the lid, held the box, and briskly walked out of the company. He turned into a nearby alley and stored the sword and the box in his spatial ring.

With a thought, the Sword of Judgment appeared in his hand.

The straight blade, the razor-sharp tip... holding it in his hand, a surge of excitement overwhelmed him:

"The day the broken sword is reforged, the knight shall return..."