Chapitre 5: A childhood friend's fiancée
The Abyss is an extremely dangerous place, with vultures and wild dogs hiding in the dark corners, staring at the passing fatties.
There were no laws here, following the natural law of the weak and the strong.
This was the impression of the Abyss from the original body's memory.
Charlotte stood in front of the clinic, at noon, the surrounding area still looked foggy and dim.
Looking upwards, through the misty gray fog, a narrow band of white light could be seen, which was the sky of the Abyss.
True to its name, the Abyss was a long and narrow city situated in the Great Rift Valley outside of Calva City.
Narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with hundreds of meters of cliffs, it formed a natural barrier to the maddening magical beasts of the wasteland.
This was one of the few large cities on the continent of Aesop that was not protected by a magical barrier.
Chaos and disorder were the stereotypical image of the Abyss from the outside world.
But under the control of several major gangster families, the real Abyss actually maintained a unique order.
As long as you paid enough protection fees, then you could likewise do some small business in the Abyss, such as opening a clinic or something.
Charlotte s clinic is located in the Baka Street belongs to the Harriman family, compared to other gangster family controlled streets, the overall harmony is still quite ...
Not far away, two orcs beat each other on the street, white knives in, green knives out, the winning one stooped down to snatch the money bag, turned around and disappeared in the mist, and the other orc died horizontally on the street unattended.
Never mind, he took back that previous sentence.
There is no safety in the Abyss.
Poverty was the best passport to the Abyss.
Unless you were overly good-looking, few people were usually interested in poor people.
Of course, you had to always be on guard against poor people at the end of their rope who would do anything to stay alive.
Like all social structures, in the Abyss, people were similarly categorized into three, six, nine classes.
The powerful forces represented by the four gangster families and individuals with great strength were the rulers of the Abyss, the proper upper class.
They killed and plundered the lower class people and exploited them wantonly.
Next was the middle class that carefully survived under the protection of the gangster families by paying protection fees, and was also the most favorite class of fresh leeks of the upper class.
The fresh leek class.
They are usually the owners of various personal stores in the abyss, or criminals, mercenaries, and adventurers with a certain degree of self-protection ability ...
Charlotte is now such a fresh leek, every month to make money, and then to the landlady to pay a generous rent, the pocket only a few copper coins left jingle.
Abyss to earn money abyss to spend, not a dime to bring home.
At the bottom remained the poor.
Many of them were persecuted in other cities and entered the Abyss, and without the ability to protect themselves and make money, they could only die slowly in the dark corners.
There are also some middle-class leeks who have been poisoned by the addictive magic drugs distributed indiscriminately by the gangs, who have lost all their money and whose bodies have been spoiled.
Of course, there are also some salty fish who have lost their dreams mixed in, and this kind belongs to the more harmless poor.
Charlotte had the self-consciousness of being a qualified leek, working hard to grow fatter so that the landlady would be a little happier to cut it.
The primary goal, then, was to get through each day safely.
Going out, is a risk.
Charlotte had done the math, and in the last three years he had made 204 trips out of the house and had been in danger 18 times.
Twelve of them were pure robberies, ending up with a piece of cover left to return to the clinic unharmed.
Twice he was knocked out from behind and robbed of all his possessions, leaving him without a single piece of cloth to cover his face.
Two other times he was robbed violently in the street, stabbed in the neck and chest, only a few millimeters from the aorta and heart, and survived by luck and self-help.
The most outrageous were the remaining two times.
Once was being looked at by a three hundred and sixty pound female orc, being smashed unconscious and then carried directly back home, if not escaping while she was out hunting, he would have been impure for sure.
There was another time when he was taken captive and sold into a clubhouse, endured three days of training, and because of his lack of endurance and excessive speed, he was judged unqualified and thrown out directly.
Charlotte: ????
This incident was a very big blow to Charlotte's self-esteem, and at one point, she was so self-absorbed that she couldn't open her business properly.
Charlotte looked at his own skin that was so white that it was almost transparent because he couldn't get sunlight for years, luckily that club was only open to female customers, otherwise he would have been dirty.
Looking up at the sky light and determining the approximate time, Charlotte took the first step into the abyss.
Going out at noon had a higher safety rate.
This was a truth practiced by the predecessor.
There was a bakery right next to the clinic, Charlotte spent four copper coins, bought two black breads, stood in front of the store and stuffed a few mouthfuls haphazardly, and then poured a large mouthful of cool water to swallow the dry hard bread, which made her feel that her body belonged to her.
Stuffing the remaining loaf of bread into his pocket, Charlotte glanced around and stepped quickly along the edge of the street into the mists.
Charlotte needed to refine a hemostatic potion and a cleansing potion, which were very important potions in his daily clinic, and he had found the method of refining them in his journal so he could try to make them.
In addition to this he also planned to refine the hydrating serum, this was a high profit product, if the sales could be opened up, it would bring him a great return.
The apothecary material store was located on Tucker Street, separated from Baca Street by seven or eight streets.
Charlotte followed the route in his memory, avoided some dangerous locations, and arrived at the material store an hour later without any danger.
The owner of the material store, Harry, was a gnome old man, a pair of shrewd eyes hidden behind the thick lenses of black metal framed glasses, seeing Charlotte enter, he smiled and stood up from the recliner, "Dr. Charlotte, you haven't been here for a long time, I thought that you have been sold to some clubhouse again."
Charlotte's face darkened, this kind of black history was the last thing he wanted to be mentioned.
But he didn't get angry, Harry was one of the few existences that the original body could call a friend in the Abyss, and was also his stable supplier of medicinal herbs.
Although he loved to be greedy, the quality of the materials he provided was not compromised.
"Don't mention it, it hasn't been going too well lately, this is the list of materials I need this time." Charlotte fished out a list from her pocket and handed it over, talking the way the two used to interact.
Harry took the list and the cloth pocket and weighed the materials while saying, "What's all that's not going well, tell me for old
brother a good laugh."
"My landlady is in love with me." Charlotte made a casual remark.
"No way!" Harry shook his head decisively and looked back at Charlotte, "After all, you're an inferior male demon who was eliminated from the clubhouse."
Charlotte:
Making small talk with Harry, Charlotte surveyed the material store from side to side.
There were palm-sized silver bats drying on the long poles, a huge colorful snakeskin encircling the pillar, green dried frogs piled up in the corner, and a rotten stench in the air.
Harry's material store not only supplied magical potion materials, but also all kinds of magician supplies, two rows of exquisite magic wands stood on the cabinet behind the counter, a brilliantly colored magic stone was placed in a separate box, and two fist-sized purple magic cores came from the level 5 magical beasts of the Wastelands, the Berserking Gargoyles, which were the treasure of the store.
This was one of the most comprehensive magic material stores in the Abyss, and also one of the richest private stores.
Harry had once vaguely mentioned that this material store had the background of the Cade family, one of the four major gangster families, so no one dared to hit him.
"Is there anything interesting in Calva these days?" Charlotte asked casually.
Harry walked between the Abyss and Calva all year round, and it was rumored that he also had a much larger material store in Calva, and one of the major reasons why Charlotte liked to chat with him was because she wanted to get some outside information from him.
"What can be new under the sun, those old guys from the council have made Calva more and more boring, Calva wasn't like this a few hundred years ago." Harris' tone was filled with disgust.
Charlotte was silent, a few hundred years ago Calva had just been established, a hundred years ago, naturally it was different from the present abiding.
"There are no great things, but there is one interesting thing, and, it has something to do with you." Harry pushed his glasses that had fallen to the tip of his nose and looked at Charlotte with a smile.
"Something to do with me?" Charlotte frowned, was there still a legend of Brother circulating in Calva?
"That ex-fiancée of yours, the daughter of the Calva city lord, Elizabeth, it is rumored that the city lord has recently rearranged a marriage for her, and the other party is the second son of Duke Cromwell, the minister of state of the Reims Empire." Harry stared at Charlotte's face as if he wanted to see some interesting change in expression.
Charlotte's expression didn't half fluctuate and said calmly, "Sounds like a good homecoming."
For that childhood friend's ex-fiancée, the memory didn't have any particularly strong emotional ties, at most it was a bit of a humiliating feeling of being withdrawn from the marriage after falling on hard times.
Charlotte had begun to study surgery when she attended Calvary Medical School, and after graduation had been dedicated to healthcare reform, and had had less contact with Elizabeth, who had dreamed of becoming a dragon rider since she was a child.
The marriage contract was set by the elders when they were children, Charlotte's grandfather was once a member of the Calva Council, and his parents were also high-ranking magicians, but more than ten years ago his parents were accidentally killed in a defense operation of the Wraiths' onslaught on Calva, and he became an orphan.
Seeing Charlotte's expressionless face, Harry couldn't help but feel a bit bored, and skimmed his mouth, "Sounds like a good place to return to, but that Duke Cromwell's second son is a notoriously flirtatious male, your ex-fiancée can't look at him, so she put out the word that if that second male can beat her, she'll marry him or else this marriage won't count. "
"Then won't the marriage be a bust?" Charlotte felt a little amused at this.
In his memory, Elizabeth with half elf bloodline, three years ago was a fourth-ranked knight, none of the younger generation of knights in Calva was her opponent, looking at the continent of Aesop was still the best of the young generation.
"It's hard to say, Duke Cromwell's authority is extremely powerful, and the city lord wants to enter the council, there is no shortage of support from the human councilors, that's why he facilitated this marriage." Harry laughed and shook his head, "Maybe in the future there will be a drama of forcibly marrying a daughter, this is nothing new."
Charlotte shrugged, it really wasn't anything new either, but what did it have to do with him?
He only wanted to work on getting money now!
"All the materials are here, a total of fifteen silver coins, I've wiped four copper coins off the top for you." Harry handed the bulging cloth pocket to Charlotte.
"Thanks." Charlotte placed the fifteen silver coins on the counter, picked up the heavy cloth pocket and turned to leave.
"I hope to see you again next month." Harry's blessing came from behind him.
Charlotte tucked the remaining two copper coins into his shoes, and if all went well, he'd be back at the clinic in an hour.
It was the return trip that was the most dangerous, and although the bulging ragged package was filled with strange things like silver-winged bats, dried frogs, and green-eyed seagull droppings, it didn't detract from its attention.
And with dozens of pounds of stuff on his back, it greatly limited his agility and speed for his small frame.
But it was relatively safe to return at this point in time, most of the abyssal creatures had just eaten lunch for about half an hour, which was the most sleepy
It was the most sleepy time.
When roadblocking and robbing became a profession, there was bound to be a regular schedule.
Charlotte quickened her pace, hoping to get home as soon as possible.
Then he bumped into a sword at the corner.
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