This Killer Is Not Too Cold

It's a world where not everyone has professional ethics.

Like the woman in front of him, masked, with a sword across his neck.

The sword was only 0.1-1 centimeter from his neck at the time, and the distance fluctuated significantly because the hand holding the sword was shaking a bit.

Big sister, Parkinson's don't learn others to come out to rob ah!

Charlotte was genuinely a little scared, afraid that she'd shake her hand and cut a gash in his carotid artery.

"Fight ... robbery!" The woman said in a deep voice.

The voice was deliberately low, but it still had a touch of childishness to it, and his age was presumed to be small.

And by the looks of it, it seemed to be a few degrees more nervous than he, the victim, was.

The woman was petite, only about five-foot-six, so pointing a sword at her required tilting her head back to look at him, which was more or less comical and less of a roadblock robbery.

Of course, it would be a mistake to speculate on this world's combat power based on appearance alone.

A full-grade kobold is only 5'2" as it is, and you can think he's weak?

"Robbing for money, or for sex?" Charlotte asked carefully.

More and more care needs to be taken with such fledgling novices.

Generally veterans will have their own professional conduct, some only robbing money do not want to life, some only robbing sex do not want money, there are robbing money and sex but also to silence.

Newbies commit crimes with more randomness, and sometimes a small gesture or a word you shouldn't say can end your little life.

Charlotte's hand hidden in her sleeve had already cupped the magic charm, which was a means of preservation left behind by the original body, an instantaneous fireball spell of the fourth rank.

At such a close distance, he had the certainty of burning the woman in front of him to flying ashes.

But this was his only defense card, when he purchased this charm from Harry it cost him nearly ten thousand copper coins.

If the other party was simply robbing money, the materials in the parcel were only worth fifteen hundred copper coins, which the other party didn't necessarily want, and the two copper coins in the shoes were even more negligible.

"Give me all the money you have on you!" The woman's voice raised a few notches, but it still seemed a little understated.

"I ... don't have any money on me ... either," Charlotte said, spreading her hands with an innocent look on her face.

"Give me the package!" The woman's sword remained crossed in front of Charlotte's neck while her eyes fell on the package he was carrying.

"Are you sure?" Charlotte hesitated.

"Cut the crap!"

The longsword was passed forward, the sharp edge of the blade causing Charlotte's neck to sting a little, the skin seeming to be cut.

Charlotte immediately and obediently handed over the ragged package on her back.

Mmm!

The dozens of pounds were obviously a bit more than the woman expected and nearly brought her over.

A few glimpses of delight showed in her eyes, though, clearly thinking that there would be a good haul in this heavy package.

She pointed her sword at Charlotte with one hand and unwrapped the package with one hand.

Ah--

Harsh screams echoed through the dimly lit alley.

Charlotte looked confused at the woman who was suddenly hanging on to him and clinging to his neck.

"Snakes! Bats! Frogs!" The woman's voice was tinged with sobs, as if she was in great shock.

Charlotte wanted to laugh a little, but felt that the occasion didn't seem appropriate, so she stiffened and princess-hugged her.

The good thing was that the woman was light, not too much heavier than the package, and soft enough to be quite comfortable to hold.

The woman slowed down for a moment and seemed to notice the awkwardness of her current situation, and hurriedly got off of Charlotte's body.

Though masked, her embarrassment could be glimpsed in the way the skin around her eyes turned pink to the naked eye.

"What the ... hell are you!" The woman re-pointed her longsword at Charlotte's neck, mortified.

"I am a scavenger who wanders around." Charlotte lowered her eyes and sighed, "This is what I've gotten in the past half month, I'm planning to take it to the material store for a little bit of money and some food for my child at home, she hasn't eaten anything in three days."

"You ... you have children?" The woman's long sword sagged a few points, moving away from Charlotte's neck.

"Yes, her name is Anna, she's three years old, and she's a well-behaved child." Charlotte nodded, paternal care and affection shining in her eyes, "Unfortunately, she had an accident as a child and has a slight limp."

"Girl, you must have no choice but to do this, right? You don't need to explain, I understand it all, that's how the abyss is, I won't blame you, take whatever you see, just please don't hurt me." Charlotte looked pleadingly into the woman's eyes, "The child is still young, she definitely can't survive alone, she's also most afraid of bats and snakes."

The woman instantly broke her defenses, the longsword in her hand dropping to her side and hiding behind her, her eyes glistening with tears, not daring to look directly at Charlotte.

"You ... you go."

"Then this package ..."

"I don't want anything, buy food for the baby when you sell it." The woman shook her head and took a step backward.

"Thanks." Charlotte hastily knelt down and re-tied the package, then slung it over her back, ready to leave.

"Wait!" The woman's voice sounded again.

"What's wrong?" Charlotte's heart tightened, her hand cupping the magic charm once more as she slowly turned around.

The longsword in the woman's hand was replaced with a magic wand at some point, and she chanted something under her breath, pointing towards Charlotte.

A pale green light fell on Charlotte's neck, icy cold, the cut instantly healed and the stinging pain disappeared with it.

"Healing wizard!" Charlotte gasped.

He was one hundred percent certain that the spell she had just chanted was a beginner's healing spell, and the casting was very smooth and effective.

"You ... you're a doctor?!" Charlotte rubbed her neck, exuding just the right amount of shock and joy.

However, a wizard who could fluently cast healing magic would be respected no matter what city he was in.

How did they stray into the abyss to stop and rob?

If you can drag her to your own clinic ...

Stop!

She'd kill him if she knew she'd just been completely acting, that there was no daughter in the house at all, just a lame white cat, right?

Pity, pity ...

Charlotte's thighs shot off.

"I ... am not a doctor." The woman waved her hand in a huff, then owed a slight bow, "I apologize for my reckless behavior earlier, you are a good father."

This now gave Charlotte a few moments of guilt.

The guilt only lasted for a second, though; in the Abyss, you want to live a long life, and great acting skills are an important defense.

His predecessor had escaped two crises by playing dead.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The woman straightened up, but her stomach rumbled uncontrollably.

Charlotte sighed in her heart, if it wasn't for the necessities of life, how would a healing magician stop the road with a sword.

"You go, don't keep the child waiting." The woman looked away.

"Good luck." Charlotte pulled the black bread she hadn't finished at lunch out of her arms and shoved it into the woman's hand, walking briskly into the mists with her traveling bag on her back.

"This ..." The woman froze for a moment with the bread in her hand, then looked up again, and all that was left in front of her was the mist that wouldn't dissipate.

The black bread was dry and hard, but to Vivian, who had been starving for three days, the faint smell of wheat was a deadly temptation.

She tore off her veil and took a big, hard bite, chewing hard, her cheeks bulging with a little baby fat.

After three days of drinking water, the bland taste buds finally won back flavor.

For the first time she thought that dark bread could be so sweet and delicious!

Eating, eating, she suddenly cried.

Tears wet her long eyelashes and fell down her smooth cheeks onto the dark bread.

"Vivian, how can you rob a father who is trying to stay alive! He was such a kind man, what have you done!" Vivian grabbed her hair with a look of remorse and pain.

She had fled all the way from the Imperial Capital of the Lance Empire to the Abyss, and in just three days, she had been tricked five times, had been cheated out of all her money, and had almost been sold to a lewd old goblin.

This world was too dangerous, but Father said it was the only place to avoid capture by the Lance Empire.

She was so hungry, so hungry she was almost dying.

But she had to live, her father had died trying to protect her, and her mother was still imprisoned in the Imperial Prison waiting for her to be rescued.

So she eschewed her sixteen years of education and chose an object that seemed easy to get and seemed to be quite wealthy.

What she felt as the sword pierced his skin was agony, a healing wizard who had grown up learning how to heal others was hurting them with a sword, it was a horrible torture.

And when she used her magic to heal his injuries, she felt a great sense of satisfaction that her soul had been redeemed.

"I am not destined to become a competent looter, I must find a safe place to land as soon as possible and then try to become strong." Vivian wiped away her tears, her gaze becoming resolute again, "But what can I do? What I'm best at is saving people? But in this chaotic and unorganized Abyss, is a doctor needed? And father said that one must keep a low profile in order to avoid the pursuit from the Lance Empire ..."

...

Charlotte ran with her backpack on her back for three blocks before she dared to stop and take a big breath.

The world is so dangerous that even teenage girls dare to come out and stop and rob.

The social climate is extremely poor!

Good thing it's a fledgling, doesn't know anything, just fool around and get a brown bread and get over it.

"That's two coppers for dinner today, heartache!"

Charlotte muttered and walked away quickly.

The rest of the journey went quite smoothly, and half an hour later Charlotte arrived back at the clinic without incident.

Making sure the strands of hair tied to the doorknob hadn't snapped, Charlotte opened the door and entered the clinic, then quickly unlocked it.

"Whew ... It's so hard to get out of the house too!"

Charlotte dropped the package on the stone bed and slumped herself into the chair, which was a complete relief.

The white cat sleeping in the uppermost compartment of the cabinet stretched out and poked his head out to look down at Charlotte with a cold gaze.

"You'll be called Anna from now on, and it's thanks to you that I was able to get away safely today." Charlotte took out the last small dried fish from the drawer and threw it in front of the white cat with a smile.

The white cat looked at Charlotte, then back at Charlotte, biting up the small dried fish and retracting her head.

The sound of cheerful chewing soon came from overhead.

After resting for a small half hour, Charlotte got up and went into her study and took out a journal, flipping through it as she read, "Potion to Stop the Bleeding, Ingredients: one silver-winged bat, one dried green-skinned frog, seven blue peas, and three chert ores ..."