Chapter 156：There is nothing else, only skilled hands

Chapter 156:There is nothing else, only skilled hands

The carriage drove into the bustling streets of Calva, and Charlotte had already put on his serious face. He opened the car window and curiously observed the familiar yet unfamiliar street scenes.

Compared to the Abyss, which was always shrouded in a hazy mist, this coastal city was favored by the warm sunlight.

The main street was nearly a hundred meters wide, and even the towering tree people walking on the street didn't make it feel narrow.

The houses on both sides of the street had distinct styles.

Elves lived in beautiful and delicate wooden houses, dwarves resided in sturdy and heavy castles, and goblin houses were only half above ground, with the other half hidden in underground dungeons.

Nevertheless, the street didn't appear chaotic at all; instead, it was well-planned and had a humorous charm to it.

What surprised him the most was seeing advertisements for magic potion repellents on the street, with exaggerated slogans and a series of red price tags that had a striking impact.

"100 gold coins, bid farewell to magic potions!"

"100 gold coins, regain your vigor!"

"100 gold coins, get hard!"

What on earth were they selling? Miracle elixirs or magic potion repellents?

Charlotte couldn't help but mock.

This city was vibrant, and people's faces often displayed smiles.

In contrast, the people living in the Abyss often had a look of sorrow on their faces, even the children seemed lifeless.

Just ten miles away, one city was the Abyss, and the other had high walls, separating two different worlds.

Charlotte felt a heaviness in his heart. He was born in Calva, and now he lived in the Abyss.

Therefore, he could better understand the disparity between the two, from social status to appearance; the gap was too vast.

After about half an hour, the carriage came to a stop in front of an extremely tall building.

"Doctor, we have arrived," Buddy whispered.

"Good," Charlotte replied and got off the carriage, carrying a long box in his hands.

With Roman columns and a dome, it was a typical human architectural style. However, to accommodate clients from various races, it was constructed with grandeur, with the entrance gate standing ten meters tall.

A sign hung by the door, which read: Barton Shipping Company.

It was the most reputable shipping company on the Isor continent, rumored to have a background tied to the Imperial Family of the Lance Empire, and had a history of nearly a thousand years.

With its reputation, it expanded its shipping business to every medium-sized city on the Isor continent.

"Just wait a moment, I will be right out," Charlotte said to Buddy, then walked into the company carrying the box.

The interior of the company was spacious, with a row of uneven shipping counters. Each counter was partitioned, allowing customers to choose a counter based on their height, which was quite user-friendly.

Charlotte headed straight to an empty counter in the corner, where a young orc woman sat.New novel chapters are published on

He handed over the box, and she gave him a professional smile, asking, "Hello, may I ask what item you are shipping? Where would you like to ship it to? Will you be paying the fee or choosing cash on delivery?"

"A broken sword and 30 gold coins in cash."

Charlotte sat down, unaware that there was an additional delivery fee.

He decisively said, "Ship it to Steel Fortress, leave the name as Technician. I'll pay for the shipping fees."

The female orc filled out a form quickly, and then opened the box to confirm the contents, including the exact amount of cash. She then put a specialized bag over the box, swiftly tied it with a rope, and sealed it with a magic seal.

"Alright, here's the receipt. Please keep it safe," the female orc handed him a piece of paper, once again showing a professional smile.

[Is that it? This efficiency is even higher than when I used to send packages in my previous life!] Charlotte took the receipt in a daze, while the female orc had already begun to assist the next customer.

This is 30 gold coins plus an exceptional sword, isn't it a little too casual?

Charlotte turned around and caught a glimpse of an orc wearing a large gold chain taking out a handful of diamonds. He said carelessly, "Ship these diamonds to the Imperial Capital for me. My little wife urgently needs them. Make it expedited."

It seems there's nothing worth valuing here. Just a broken sword and a small amount of money, nothing special.

After leaving the shipping company, Charlotte immediately boarded a carriage and carefully closed the window. He said to Buddy, "The task is done, let's go back."

Appendectomy: Basic: 200/1000

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[Special Skills: Hemostatic Potion Refining: Basic: 980/1000

Moisturizing Essence Refining: Basic: 520/1000

Anesthetic Potion Refining: Basic: 560/1000

Sword Drawing Technique: Intermediate: 1950/2000

Whirlwind Slash: Intermediate: 1920/2000

Combo Strike: Intermediate: 1350/2000

Flash of Insight: Advanced: 345/4000

Shadow Pursuit: Basic: 666/1000

[Main Quest: Increase the Influence of the Abyssal Physician to 10000 points! Quest reward: Rare item! Copper Coins: 100000! Completion: 1920/10000]

[Long-term Quest: Purge the Corruption, Restart the World! Quest reward: Epic-level item!]

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Last night, Charlotte entered a mysterious space and greatly improved his proficiency in martial arts. Especially in the frequent use of the Flash of Spiritual Light during storms, he has already reached the advanced level.

His proficiency in the hemostatic potion has also reached 980, requiring only two more successful refinements to break through to the intermediate level.

Now he wonders, after breaking through to the intermediate level of proficiency, does it only improve the success rate of the potion or also enhance its effectiveness?

The improvement in proficiency level is very significant in martial arts.

For example, after the Flash of Spiritual Light reaches the advanced level in the mysterious space, he can already flash into existence ten meters away.

If combined with the Shadow Dance technique, it is like leaving two illusions simultaneously at the original and current locations.

Virtual and real, unstoppable.

Such a tricky and bizarre body technique is suitable for someone like him, who is old-fashioned and cautious.

He sets up the fire, places the black pot, and adds the medicinal ingredients, and Charlotte treats each pot of potion with a serious expression.

Soon, two pots of hemostatic potion are finished.

"Boss, is your potion better? Why is your success rate so high while mine is less than half?" Vivian pours out the charred potion, looking a bit dispirited as she watches Charlotte.

"There is nothing else, only familiarity." Charlotte bottles the potion while acting cool.

"Then let's switch pots, you don't mind, do you?" Vivian approaches, her eyes fixed on Charlotte's black pot with anticipation.

She has long set her sights on this big black pot. Although it looks a bit old and the lid is missing half of its ear, the quaint design and faintly visible mysterious runes are enough to show that this is not an ordinary pot.

And she is currently using Charlotte's old pot, which, despite being new, is plain and ordinary. Even her success rate in making the basic hemostatic potion is only about fifty percent.

Charlotte looks at her, indifferent.

"You want it? Then take it."

"Really?!" Vivian's eyes light up, happily grabs the big black pot and puts it on her stove. She turns back and says, "Boss, you're kind."

Charlotte smiles and says nothing. He takes the pot frame from Vivian, takes a deep breath, and adds the weighed medicinal ingredients into the pot one by one. He stirs methodically, watching the ingredients gradually turn into a thick liquid and then blend into a translucent red liquid.

After about ten minutes, Charlotte extinguishes the fire and pours the successfully refined hemostatic potion into a glass bottle.

He picks up a bottle of freshly made hemostatic potion and compares it to the beast oil lamp on the wall. The color should be more intense.

Compared to the previous batch, the difference is even more pronounced.

He takes the two bottles of potion out of the potion master's room and enters the adjacent laboratory.

Meanwhile, Vivian looks at the second pot of charred hemostatic potion in the black pot and looks puzzled.

"Did the boss use this pot to achieve a hundred percent success rate in refining the hemostatic potion?"