章 14: Late Night Old Friend
After seeing the magical effects of the potion, Vivian's motivation to become an alchemist increased significantly, and her hand with the pounding stick became steadier.
If she couldn't use magic in front of people, then she would heal and save people in a different way!
Moreover, after the potion was made, she would also receive a commission of 1 copper coin per bottle.
Having experienced the days when she couldn't move an inch without money, she deeply understood the importance of money.
However, compared to the cleansing potion that could come out of the pot with a simple boil, when refining the hemostatic potion, Vivian still experienced some reality beating.
Bang!
The liquid tumbling in the pot exploded without warning.
Fortunately, Vivian had been warned by Charlotte in advance, and a water shield rose in front of her at the moment of the explosion, blocking the boiling solution that came crashing down on her.
"What's going on here? Didn't I follow the order strictly?" Vivian was confused.
"The third stirring was in the wrong direction, the reverse stirring caused the solution to be destabilized and then it blew up." Charlotte leaned against the doorway and calmly said.
"So."
Vivian drifted off, revealing a few shameful expressions, poured the little red liquid remaining in the pot, then silently recited an incantation and offered a water-based cleansing spell, a band of water swam like a spiritual snake, quickly cleaning the messy alchemy room.
The corner of Charlotte's mouth twitched, it was true that magic was the first productive force, drooling with envy.
Vivian had a good talent in potion refining, and her affinity for the water element allowed her to control the potion's state in the pot more easily.
Without continuing to pay attention to her, Charlotte began to research the recipe for the 『Moisture Serum』.
This was the formula for the 'Recovery Potion' that the original body had purchased from the black market, but the finished product that was finally refined according to the formula did not have a significant effect on injury recovery, so it was recognized as a waste product.
After Charlotte's hype, the waste product renamed "Hydrating Serum" became the clinic's highest priced and most profitable product.
The most expensive and profitable product in the clinic.
Although it was still unclear whether the landlady and the horse-faced male devil would buy it back, Charlotte was still prepared to make another batch.
Selling a bottle with a net profit of over seven hundred copper coins, this money was too good to be true!
The beautiful afternoon was spent in the busyness of the two men, it was completely dark and the two men felt hungry, which made them stop working.
Dinner was two sticks of black bread, one for each person.
Looking at Vivian who ate with great relish, Charlotte was greatly relieved.
So difficult to eat black bread can eat Michelin happiness, this employee is not pretentious, good to feed.
Charlotte, who had eaten black bread for two days in a row, on the contrary, could not stand it first.
He has already thought about it, tomorrow pay the rent, leave the money to buy potion materials, the rest of the money must find someone to get a kitchen again on the second floor, cook for himself, improve the food.
Eating bread every day, sooner or later, one would become a bread man!
"By the way, I told the neighbors that I found a new employee, an orc girl, so from tomorrow onwards, you have to put on this hood to meet people." Charlotte took out the hair cover she had bought on the way at lunch and handed it to Vivian.
"Orc maiden?" Vivian looked at the black hair cover in her hand, recognized the direction and put it on her head.
With her petite figure, delicate and cute looks, and a pair of black cat ears peeking out from between her hair, she instantly transformed into a cute orc girl.
"Hmm, not bad not bad." Charlotte nodded her head repeatedly, "It's just that these clothes need to be changed."
"Clothes?" Vivian looked down at her wide black clothes, which were the men's clothes she had stolen while changing on the road.
Although it was cleaned with water magic, the clothes had torn several holes along the way to avoid pursuit.
Charlotte said with a serious expression, "Tomorrow I'll go and buy you a new set of clothes, remember, from now on externally your name is Irene, from the Lion Tribe of the Stu Steppe, trafficked to the Abyss."
"I am Erin, from the Lion Tribe of the Stu Steppe, trafficked to the Abyss." Vivian repeated.
"You also don't want your enemies to know that you're hiding in the clinic, right? Then keep this identity in mind and don't reveal your face in front of people, or else I won't be able to protect you."
Vivian nodded repeatedly.
This Xiong Shi tribe was not something Charlotte made up, it was a real existence orc tribe, and it was a rather
powerful tribe, and it was said that the tribe was filled with cat-eared ladies.
Anna on the cabinet heard the two people's conversation, ears a moment on the prongs up, poked out a small head to look at the two people, and then shrunk back.
After eating dinner, Charlotte gave the bedding from the noon sale to Vivian to let her go upstairs first, and she herself took the tools from the cupboard, ready to go upstairs to help her fix the bed.
Bang Bang Bang!
Just at this moment, a sharp knock suddenly sounded outside the door.
"Who is it at this late hour?" Charlotte instantly became a little nervous, gripping the hammer in her hand with one hand while pinching the magic charm with the other.
The dark night of the Abyss, although not as dangerous as in the wilderness, could not be called safe either.
Every night, people died quietly.
The landlords didn't care if you lived or died, they could always find the next leek that paid them rent.
A non-magical muggle like Charlotte, running a lucrative clinic, was the fattest of the fat in the eyes of many.
On the very first page of the diary, it was written in bolded handwriting, Don't open the door to anyone at night!
Charlotte kept quiet, creating the illusion that he seemed to have gone upstairs to sleep.
The knocking on the door lasted only a moment before a sword stabbed through the doorway.
It was a black sword with a slender blade, but the tip seemed to have snapped, leaving an irregular break.
Shit!
Charlotte looked at the sword that stabbed into the doorway and already knew what the person outside the door was planning to do.
What kind of person was outside the door?
A patient in need of first aid?
An enemy of the original body in Calva? An assassin sent by the Physicians' Association?
Enemies after Vivian seeking the door?
If it was the first, there might be room for maneuver.
If it was the latter two, then he might be Barbie Q tonight.
The black longsword was just gently flicked upwards and across the door, and the arm-thick iron bar was sliced into two with a single stroke.
Charlotte's pupils dilated infinitely, what kind of divine weapon was this? Or what kind of terrifying strength did the guy outside the door have?
Ding dang!
The iron rod fell to the ground and the door slowly opened outwards.
At the entrance of the clinic, there stood a man whose entire body was shrouded in black robes, his wide cloak making it impossible to see his face, almost blending in with the night color behind him.
"Who are you? Why are you forcing your way into my residence?!" Charlotte's mood sank to the bottom, the hand that squeezed the magic charm trembled slightly, if a conflict broke out, he only had one chance.
Moreover, he didn't have the certainty that he could kill this black-robed man in front of him with this one chance.
"Charlotte. Clayton, there's no need to be so nervous, I'm not here to kill you." The black-robed man took a step forward and stepped into the light of the clinic, a hint of teasing laughter in his low voice.
Despite standing in the light, Charlotte still couldn't see his face.
Charlotte never introduced her last name to people from the Abyss, so this black-robed man should be from Calva, but there was no such a deceased person in her memory.
The visitor stated that he wasn't here to kill him, but that didn't make him relax.
However, his gaze soon fell to the black-robed man's feet, where black blood flowed outwards like a bizarre flower in full bloom.
"That's right, as you can see, I'm wounded, very badly." The black-robed man reached up and removed his cloak.
It was a pale face, barely a trace of blood visible, but with rigid lines, thick curly brown hair brushed back casually, and short brown whiskers almost attached to the hair.
Those golden eyes were like two bright lights in the darkness, capable of piercing through everything.
This was a human.
Charlotte was certain that he did not have any memories associated with this person.
But the other person recognized him and found him in the midst of his serious injuries, perhaps to gain salvation?
"You need help?" Charlotte asked tentatively.
He could sense the weakness of this person, who was indeed badly injured and poisoned.
The blood flowing on the ground had already started to corrode the stone floor.
The blood contained such a strong toxin, and it was not at all scientific that he could still stand here!
"Perhaps it is, unfortunately no one in this world can help me." The man walked over to the stone bed and sat down, lifting his black robe with a smile.
A black spike was pinned where his heart was, and it was from here that the black blood flowed.
Charlotte was startled, the poisonous spike, which looked like some kind of monster, was as thick as an adult's arm, and the break was so flush that it should have been severed by a sword.
From what he had been taught, having been stabbed through the heart and being highly poisoned, it would have made more sense that this would have him lying on the ground, rather than sitting here with a smile on his face and chatting with him.
"Who are you?" Charlotte looked into the man's eyes, her composure returning.
A man who was about to die and suddenly came to his door without asking for help or treatment was bound to be here for him.
But he didn't even know who the other man was.
"Joseph. Kane." The man smiled somewhat to himself and added, "Of course, you should not have heard of me, the last time I saw you, you were only a year old, being held in Lynn's arms."
"You know my parents?!" Charlotte asked subconsciously.
Lynn was his mother's name, but more than a decade ago, his parents had died in a wave of Wraiths defending Calva.
"That's right, Nolan and Lynn and I are old friends, I'm sorry that I couldn't attend their funeral back then because I was delayed by other things." Joseph's gaze dimmed, and his voice became low.
Charlotte could be sure that the man in front of her was his parents' late friend, and there was no hostility.
But when he suddenly came to his door when he was seriously injured and about to die, he thought that he shouldn't be there just to catch up.
Could it be that he wanted him to take revenge for him?
Charlotte looked at the broken longsword in his hand, even if he was seriously injured and about to die, he could easily pick off an iron rod as thick as his arm, this kind of terrifying strength had completely exceeded his knowledge.
Or was he planning to let him inherit the legacy?
The inheritance of a super strong man was full of imagination for Charlotte who was below the poverty line.
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