Oh, I don't know!

There is no overly complicated love-hate relationship between Amos the Tree Man and the black magician, but a beautiful encounter, and a sentence of "What are you looking at? What are you looking at?

You may not believe it, but the tree man in front of you, five years ago, was still a young man in full bloom and full of vigor.

One hundred and eighty years old, for the tree man's long life, it was only just an adult.

A fourth-ranked tree man versus a fourth-ranked senior black magician!

As the saying goes, the fist is afraid of the young and strong, that black magician who was already late in life, in the end, he still couldn't do it over the young and strong tree man, and drank his hatred on the spot.

However, this old thing that practiced dark magic, before dying, with his life as the price, imposed a curse on the tree man, which became a shadow that shrouded the tree man for life.

The magic practiced by that dark magician prolonged his own life by sucking the life force of living things, and was extremely vicious in refining the dead as a means of fighting the enemy.

The curse on Amos also had some relation to the dead spirits.

Whenever he was irradiated by the sun, the curse would corrode his body, and the resentful spirits that appeared with it caused great damage to his psyche.

Charlotte looked at the tree man and seriously proposed, "Then you should go find a magician who specializes in holy light magic and purification magic, and you should be able to get rid of this curse, right?"

As a former senior magician, Charlotte still had some insight into magic.

Necromancer was a profession that was scorned in the magician world, refining and harnessing the undead could make a necromancer far stronger than a magician of the same rank, but its cultivation method was extremely cruel.

In order to become stronger quickly, necromancers will often massacre ordinary people, and is extremely bad abuse, so as to create a batch of ghosts.

As necromancers become stronger and stronger, the number of undead under their control increases, and their spirit will be affected by the undead, becoming murderous and crazy.

Therefore, necromancers have always been the target of everyone's criticism, and in recent centuries, Calvar has even set up a bounty list that can

take the heads of the necromancers on the list and exchange them for an extremely generous bounty.

Charlotte had legitimate reasons to suspect that the youthful Amos back then had the idea of exchanging someone's head for a drink.

Of course, this was not the point.

Necromancers, as a dark system, just happened to be sky-kicked by light magicians, and a holy light spell was enough to remove the attached grudge spirits.

Even if Light-type magicians were too rare to find, it shouldn't be hard to find a high-level magician who knew the Great Purification spell, right? Although the effect was a bit worse than the Holy Light spell, but with a few more spells, it should still be able to remove the curse.

Finding him, a man who doesn't know magic and can only be considered a surgeon + half-assed apothecary at the moment, isn't it just a fool's errand?

Amos' gaze dimmed as he shook his head and said, "At first I thought the same thing, but neither the Holy Light spell nor the Great Purification spell had any effect on this curse, and I used up all my possessions, including the bounty I exchanged for the head of that black magician, but I couldn't find anyone who could heal me."

"That doesn't make sense, huh?" Charlotte frowned.

Holy light magic was ineffective against undead curses?

Wasn't this challenging the basic settings of this world?

"Are you sure you haven't come across any frauds? Like the ones using Illumination as Holy Light magic?" Charlotte offered her guess.

"The other party is Professor August of the Calva Magic Academy."

"Then there's no problem." Charlotte knew that Professor August, light magicians were a rare species in the industry, and Calva could count them on one hand.

"Professor August said that the rules of this curse are somewhat unique, and casting it at the cost of the caster's life is unheard of for him, and that a holy light spell cast with his strength cannot destroy the curse." Amos lowered his eyes and the atmosphere was low.

Charlotte secretly sighed, with Professor August's knowledge and expertise in this field, what could a medical monk do with a black magic curse that was unheard of even by him?

Give some placebo.

"Can you activate the curse and show me its characteristics? So that I can go through the information later." Charlotte kept her expression calm.

Amos raised his head and looked upwards, then looked left and right, took two steps backward, and stretched his left hand into a spot of weak

of sunlight.

Snort-

As if sulfuric acid had been poured on it, Amos' left hand instantly emitted white smoke, and the back of his hand was corroded at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, appearing as a black crater.

And on top of his body, a mass of black fog suddenly emerged to surround his body, a mournful low roar came from the black fog, accompanied by a putrid odor.

Charlotte's eyes narrowed slightly, penetrating through the mist, he saw some bizarre runes, which were written symbols he had never seen before, and were not the same as the words in this world.

What was even more bizarre was that these runes were not unchanging, but as if they were living bugs, they were constantly changing.

Just by staring at it for a while, Charlotte felt a strong sense of vertigo, a feeling of nausea rising from the bottom of her heart, accompanied by a whisper as if it was a demon.

"Suffered!" Charlotte was startled, and hastily bit the tip of her tongue.

The intense pain broke Charlotte out of his sinking state, and he hastily averted his gaze, not daring to stare at those runes again.

On the other side, Amos had already returned to the shadows, and the black mist was slowly calming down.

The seemingly extremely painful process didn't make his demeanor fluctuate even half a bit, as if he had already gotten used to it a long time ago.

Charlotte swallowed the blood in her mouth and looked at Amos, "I already understand the situation, but you don't have to hold too much hope, I'm just an ordinary doctor, and I can only try my best to find some way to help you with a curse that even the professors of Calvary University can't solve."

"Thank you, I'll come back to you in a few days." Amos nodded and turned to leave.

"What a bullshit mission, it almost sent me away, in the future, I won't dare to take this kind of high-reward hidden mission indiscriminately." Charlotte turned around and closed the door, his heart palpitating.

He didn't know what terrible things would happen if he had just fallen into that curse.

In this world where weirdness was everywhere, he had to remind himself to be safe at all times.

While the memories hadn't faded, Charlotte returned to his study and drew the runes he had seen earlier.

Even the static runes that stayed on the paper still exuded a spooky aura.

"Necromancers can't be messed with, this kind of work of exchanging your head for a reward is better left to those adventurers and mercenaries." Charlotte

Taking a book to cover the paper with the runes drawn on it, his eyes were blinded.

Tonight he would take the time to look through the books in the study to see if he could find any useful information.

If he couldn't find it, he was going to give up on this quest.

Although it was a precious hidden quest.

But there was no punishment for failing to complete the quest!

The next quest was even better behaved.

A turnover of one thousand copper coins was accomplished right after opening the door, which made Charlotte feel confident about today.

Soon after another patient came to the door one after another.

A poor goblin who had just been robbed was stabbed twice in the left chest, fortunately his heart grew on the right side, and he played dead to avoid a bullet.

Charlotte helped him treat his wounds and sewed them up.

I thought that having just been robbed, the goblin should be penniless, but in the end, he took out six silver coins from the only remaining crotch of his pants to pay the medical bills.

Charlotte sighed in amazement, and at the same time also sighed at the robber's lack of professionalism, after all, he remembered that he had been robbed naked several times.

In one morning, Charlotte treated ten guests, all of them were treated for trauma except for the tree man early in the morning.

"This is a hemostatic potion, there is still half a bottle left, after going back, if there is a situation where the wound opens up and bleeds, you can pour the right amount of the potion on the wound to stop the bleeding. Remember, don't exercise strenuously for a few days and don't let the wound get wet. A total of 300 copper coins, thanks for your patronage ....."

Charlotte watched the orc with seven cuts on his arm leave, glanced at the sky, it was already noon, and flipped the wooden sign on the door, declaring the end of today's portion of business.

"Here comes the most wonderful moment of counting again!"

Charlotte took out her money bag and dumped the entire morning's turnover on the counter.

The clinking sound of coins colliding was mesmerizing.

After a careful count, there were 24 silver coins and 425 copper coins, which translated to 2824 copper coins.

Of this, 550 copper coins were quest rewards from the system.

There were also 500 copper coins worth of collateral.

This was the clinic's normal turnover for a day, yesterday's income of over four thousand was pulled up by the Hydrating Serum.

Charlotte by the way counted the deposits, two days, after deducting the fifteen silver coins from yesterday's purchase, he now has 5640 copper coins in hand.

Rent this is not enough!

As expected, opening his own medical center was much better than being a laborer!

Of course, this money can't be counted as net profit.

He had been consuming various potions on the shelves for the past two days, the stamina potion was depleted, the hydrating serum was depleted, and the cleansing potion only had two bottles left.

The only thing he was currently able to restock on his own was the Hemostasis Potion.

Withholding the forty silver coins that he was going to hand over to the landlady the day after tomorrow and hiding them separately in the hidden compartment below the counter, he now had 1640 available funds in his hand.

And the wealth value in his personal panel had reached 7148.

With any luck, he would be able to break 10,000 tomorrow and open the system mall!

"I have to refine two more pots of hemostatic potion today, and I also have to try to refine the cleansing potion, or else I'll have to go to the apothecary store to buy a batch, and the price won't be the same."

Charlotte collected the money, took out the black bread and nibbled on it, and began to arrange this afternoon's work.

Getting rich by hard work, this was the fine tradition of the flower planting family, and it was also a truth that Charlotte had always believed in.

Knock! Knock knock!

There was a sudden knock at the door.

"Isn't there a closed for business sign hanging on the door?" Charlotte sat on the chair without moving, thinking that the person outside knocking for a while and no one responded should have left.

But Charlotte muttered a little about the patience of the man outside the door, and the knocking continued until Charlotte had finished nibbling on that awful black bread, with a glass of water in between.

"Can't read?"

Charlotte was so distracted by the knocking that she could only get up and open the door.

Outside the door stood a petite young girl, wearing a black dress that didn't quite fit, her long brown hair tied behind her head, her modeling

Her face had a bit of baby fat on it.

Her eyes were hanging down, her hands were crossed and twisted together, she looked a little nervous.

How is she?

Looking at the familiar figure in front of her, Charlotte's eyes instantly widened.

The young girl raised her head and looked at Charlotte standing inside the door, and likewise her eyes widened at once.

Oh ex-