Chapter 95: Ah, It's So Good!
Charlotte declined Ruth's invitation to go to Amman Street and stayed behind to supervise the temporary clinic. He spent the afternoon setting up the venue, ensuring it would be ready for opening the next day.
While organizing the items, Charlotte unexpectedly discovered Buddy's people had dug up his magic protective shield intact.
According to Buddy, Wolverine had torn through the shield to enter the clinic, but it hadn't suffered any substantial damage and had not consumed much of the earth element within it, so the magic shield could still be used normally.
Unfortunately, Charlotte was no longer interested in it. After all, Diana had promised to install a Level 4 magic shield for his new clinic, making this Level 2 shield, crafted from the core of a magic beast, completely redundant.
However, it wouldn't hurt to return it since it wasn't damaged.
Charlotte wrapped the earth-yellow crystal ball in a piece of cloth and said to Buddy, "Before we go back, could you take me to Harry's General Store? I want to return this."
Buddy agreed and led Charlotte straight to Tucker Street.
"Well, Dr. Charlotte, you're still alive!" Harry greeted enthusiastically.
"If I were dead, then you would be facing the wrath of the necromancer," Charlotte replied, rolling his eyes. He put the item in his hand on the counter and said indignantly, "Harry, we've known each other for a while now. This magic shield is useless. It didn't even withstand a single attack. I want a refund."
Harry uncovered the rag and revealed the yellow crystal ball, saying nonchalantly, "This is a Level 3 magic shield, crafted from two-level magic beast cores. It's quite remarkable that it held up against a Level 4 Wolverine."
Charlotte glanced at him. Harry truly lived up to his reputation as the Abyssal Sage; he seemed to know everything.
"But you, Doctor, are the real hero. You single-handedly killed the Wolverine with a Level 4 Fireball Spell. Once the news spread, the Instant-Cast Magic Scrolls in my hands have been flying off the shelves," Harry said, genuinely impressed while giving Charlotte a thumbs-up.
"Well, then you should give me a share of the endorsement fee," Charlotte joked.
"Why be so formal between us?"
"Take back this magic shield, and compensate me with a Level 4 magic scroll."
"Hey, that's extortion!"
After some bargaining, Harry finally agreed to buy back the magic shield for 52,000 copper coins.
Considering Charlotte's limited abilities, he could only play around with palm-sized thunderbolts as he did against the Wolverine during lunchtime. One wrong move, and he could send himself away.
Carefully storing the magic scrolls, he now had three as his trump cards, and his strength was steadily improving with the infusion of potent potions.
It wouldn't be long before he broke through the 2000kg threshold and became a junior knight.
He felt a little excited just thinking about it.
Charlotte opened the attribute panel and took a look.
Wealth Value: 3540.
Although Harry bought back the magic shield, his wealth value didn't increase along with the money in his pocket.
He was a little disappointed, but it was reasonable. After all, the money ultimately belonged to himit was just going in and out of his pockets.
If even this could generate an increase in wealth value, the system would be too exploitable.
Although his wealth value hit bottom, Charlotte's cash on hand became abundant, totaling 124,360 copper coins.
This gave him an unprecedented sense of security.
Thinking about living in Harriman Manor, enjoying free food and lodging without having to spend money, his sense of happiness increased even more.
"I heard that you're opening a temporary clinic across the street?" Charlotte returned to the villa and sat on the sofa.
Diana, who seemed to be waiting for him to eat, turned her head and questioned him.
"Am I unable to support you?"
Her words made Charlotte momentarily dazed, feeling as if he were being kept by her.
"No... Madam, you haven't given me any money either," Charlotte quietly retorted.New novel chapters are published on