Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 264: The Necromancer is here! (2)

After hesitating for a moment, she crawled to her feet, leaned on the windowsill, pushed open the window, and stood at the window, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Thank...thank you for the leg of lamb."

In the yard, the three of them simultaneously looked up.

In front of the open window stood a girl in a white dress, with delicate and pleasant features, cascading black hair, and a gentle demeanor. She held a large leg of lamb in her hand, and her white dress was stained with oil marks. Her lips were glistening with oil, clearly indicating that she had just taken a few bites of lamb.

"What a beautiful young lady," Vivian exclaimed, her eyes shining with amazement.

"There really is a young lady," Kasha said in equal surprise.

Charlotte was certain that she was the girl who had peeked at him showering last time.

"Is it delicious?" Charlotte asked with a smile.

"It's delicious, really delicious," Heidi nodded. This was the most delicious thing she had tasted since coming to the Abyss. It was a thousand times better than the food her father made!

"What's your name?" Charlotte asked again.

Heidi hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Heidi."

"Heidi."

Charlotte softly repeated her name, smiling at her.

"I guess I don't need to introduce myself, right? Miss Heidi probably knows me better than I do."

Heidi's face turned red, feeling as if he knew that she had peeked at Charlotte taking a bath, and now she just wanted to find a hole to hide in.

"Heidi, I'm Eileen. Are you really the daughter of the bald uncle? I know him quite well, but he never mentioned having a daughter." Vivian interrupted.

Heidi's face grew even redder, her voice becoming quieter.

"Um... I'm a bit socially anxious and usually stay upstairs, so not many people know of my existence. Father doesn't usually mention me to others either."

"Hello, I'm Kasha." Kasha introduced herself as well.

"Hello..." Heidi nodded slightly, almost burying her head in the lamb leg.

"Socially anxious, your style of drawing is quite like a social terrorist." Charlotte smirked.

"Thank you for the lamb leg, goodbye!"

Heidi was startled and slammed the window shut, clearly not wanting to continue this conversation.

"Oh my goodness! How did he know I'm an artist?!"

Heidi pressed against the window, slowly sliding down to sit on the floor, her face filled with fear.

In an instant, the artist known as Little Yellow Comic died!

She couldn't have imagined that something like this would happen to her!

She lowered her head and took a bite of the lamb leg, using the delicious meat to fill the fear in her heart.

Charlotte looked at the closed window and didn't persist. In any case, it has been confirmed tonight that the bald boss indeed has a daughter named Heidi.

A 50-kilogram goat had eaten its fill, and half of the pot of goat tripe soup ended up in Vivian's stomach.

It could be said that she single-handedly supported half of the heavens.

"It feels so good, boss, you should go wandering in the wilderness more often, catch a few goats and roast them." Vivian, her belly full, looked at Charlotte earnestly with a suggestion.

Charlotte looked at her speechlessly. "This morning you were worried about me not coming back, and now you want to throw me into the fire after roasting a goat."

Vivian replied matter-of-factly, "I think if you go into the wilderness, it's the beasts that will suffer. Who can harm you?"

"Well, that's true." Charlotte smiled, got up and said, "Alright, you take care of the cleanup, I'm going to brew some potions."

"Okay, go ahead. Anyway, I've finished my potion-making task for today and refuse to work overtime." Vivian wiped her oily hands and took out her magic wand, starting to perform a cleaning spell.

The oversized potion cauldron in the alchemy workshop increased the efficiency of potion brewing tenfold. This was the charm of standardized workshops.

Currently, intermediate hemostatic potions and cleansing potions couldn't be brewed in the large cauldron. With the same materials and standardized brewing process, it was impossible to produce potions with better effects.

Therefore, Charlotte had started considering improving the formulas for hemostatic and cleansing potions, aiming to enhance the effectiveness of the potions through improved formulas.

After changing into his work uniform and going upstairs, Charlotte was about to enter the potion brewing room when there was a knock on the door.

Kasha and Vivian had just come out after finishing cleaning the backyard.

"Who is it? Coming to knock on the door so late at night?" Vivian was somewhat surprised and prepared to approach and ask.

"Wait!" Charlotte stopped her and looked towards the direction of the door with a solemn expression.

He sensed a sinister aura and could be sure it wasn't Monty, who liked knocking on the door late at night. Even though he was separated by a door, the aura made him feel uncomfortable.

"Step back. If someone rushes in, use the charms for self-defense."

Charlotte and Vivian reminded, while he slowly walked towards the door, holding a thunderbolt charm in his hand.

By manipulating his ring, he could summon the Judgement Sword instantly if needed.

"The clinic is closed. Come back tomorrow morning." Charlotte said loudly.

"Help... Help me..."

A weak voice came from outside the door. It sounded like a young girl's voice.

Charlotte frowned. The weakness in the voice didn't seem fake, but the closer the sound came to the door, the stronger the unease in his heart.

Common sense told him not to open the door, as it might lead to trouble.

"Go to another clinic. I've closed for the night." Charlotte replied coldly.

"Please... please help me. My child is about to be born..." The weak voice pleaded from outside. The door thudded heavily as if someone was sitting against it and the heavy breathing could still be heard through the crack.

Seems like a pregnant woman seeking help. Boss, why don't we open the door quickly, or it'll be too late for her and her child." Vivian stepped forward to open the door.

"Wait." Charlotte grabbed her hand and looked at her seriously. "I feel something's not right."

"Not right? Isn't saving someone the priority?" Vivian asked puzzledly in a hushed voice.

"It's the aura of an undead." Charlotte pulled Vivian behind him and he finally understood what made him uneasy.

"Undead!" Vivian was shocked, hiding behind Charlotte. Her voice was trembling, "Is it... an evil undead mage?"

"Possible, but it doesn't seem very powerful."

Charlotte nodded, but the undead mage knocking on the door didn't give him a strong sense of oppression, nor did the four-level magic barrier around the clinic show any obvious fluctuations, indicating that the person outside should not be above the fourth level.

"Should we open the door and take a look?" Vivian whispered, lowering her voice.

Charlotte hesitated for a moment before saying, "Step back, I'll open the door and take a look."

His knowledge of undead mages was limited, never having encountered one before. He had only read some books when trying to help the treant Emos, who was cursed by an undead mage and trapped in the abyss, unable to be exposed to sunlight.

Undead mages were generally considered part of the evil faction. In order to increase their power, they often absorbed undead resentment, thus frequently causing tragic incidents.

Because of this, Carva had set up a reward list, offering a generous bounty for killing undead mages. Killing an undead mage on the list would earn a considerable reward, and even if the mage was not on the list, killing them would still earn a reward based on their strength.

Undead mages were generally despised and targeted by everyone on the Isor continent.

If the person outside was an evil undead mage, Charlotte didn't mind trading her head in for a bounty.

An undead mage below the fourth level wouldn't be worth much.

Listening to his instructions, Vivian retreated to the side, holding a magic charm in her hand, shielding Kasha behind her.

The voice from outside gradually weakened, with no more cries for help. The person seemed to have fainted.

Charlotte still held a thunderbolt charm in his hand, slowly unlocking the bolt and opening the door.

The light from the clinic fell onto the entrance, revealing a figure cloaked in a black triangular robe. She was petite, about the same height as Vivian. The figure exuded a lifeless aura.

Charlotte's pupils contracted. The weak pleas for help were a pretense, and fainting on the ground was also a pretense, just to trick him into opening the door.

A pale little hand reached out from under the black cloak, pulling down the oversized hood that covered her face, revealing a small face the size of a palm.

She had short golden hair, two golden animal ears poking out from her hair, and golden eyes. Her features were beautiful, but her face was extremely pale, making her appear to be only about fourteen or fifteen years old, or even younger.

A little lion, a true beastman girl.

"You are a doctor, and I need your help." The girl looked at Charlotte and spoke.

Her voice was hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time, sounding somewhat awkward.

This time, Charlotte was a little at a loss. In his imagination, wasn't a necromancer supposed to be a withered old man or woman? Covered in tattered black robes, leaning on a staff taller than a person.

How come it was a beastman girl?

And she was a lioness beastman.

In his impression, the lion beastman tribe on the Isor continent was not very numerous. The Wolf Warrior tribe that he had Vivian disguise as was one of them.

As the overlords of the grasslands, lion beastmen would possess powerful strength once they reached adulthood.

But those who chose to become undead mages were mostly of lowly tribes or races, individuals with little hope of advancing their own strength or whose lives were coming to an end, choosing to sell their souls to demons in order to gain the power of the undead.

And this lioness beastman girl did not fit into this category.

"Are you an undead mage?" Charlotte asked cautiously, still holding onto the charm in his hand, with the judgement sword also in a state ready to be drawn.

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