The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 178 - 172 Forging Materials

"Hmm? You want to join us on an adventure?" Lancelot was taken aback upon hearing this. Although the little vampire had always been receiving combat training, he had only hoped that she would not be instantly killed within the vicinity of Twin Bridges Town and had never actually considered letting little Isha join them on an adventure.

"I have been training very hard," the vampire girl said with a firm gaze toward Lancelot. "I’ve learned how to move silently, and how to climb nearly vertical walls. I’ve also learned how to keep my hands steady, whether I’m holding a weapon or disabling some mechanism.

Moreover, Sir Zalovitch has taught me a lot about the traits and weaknesses of Abyss creatures and what to pay attention to when exploring various ruins..."

"That’s good, but don’t just listen to the stories we tell and think that adventure is fun. It’s really dangerous out there." Lancelot still shook his head. "All of us see you as a dear sister and wouldn’t want you to get hurt."

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"Brother Lancelot..." Isha bit her lip and lowered her head, "I know what it’s like out there, with terrifying beasts and cruel demons, but I don’t want to be alone at home, waiting without knowing when or if you will return..."

Lancelot fell silent, suddenly becoming aware of her pain. When everyone was out adventuring, they had the companionship of their friends, whereas Isha had nothing. Although she was a vampire, she was not even fifteen years old yet and should not have to endure such agony.

"But how can you go out with us?" Bruto scratched his head. "I remember Kalalin saying that vampires need to rest in their coffins every once in a while."

"That won’t be a problem," Isha hurried to explain. "Just have Sir Lancelot put my wooden box in his Dimensional Bag, and it will be fine. I don’t need to breathe, so I can stay in the Dimensional Bag indefinitely."

"Is that even possible?" The dwarf opened his mouth in surprise. "Did that Sir Zalovitch tell you this?"

"It was... Mr. Kalalin who told me."

"She asked me if it was possible for a vampire to become an adventurer." Kalalin spread his hands. "I merely discussed with her the potential problems she might face from an academic standpoint and what solutions there could be."

"Please, Sir Lancelot." Isha pleaded, her eyes welling up with tears, making it difficult for Lancelot to refuse such a look.

"Prepare yourself well tonight and then get a good day’s rest," the Human Knight finally conceded. "After the sunset tomorrow, we’ll test your abilities to see what your strength is really like, how about that?"

"That’s great!" Isha jumped with excitement but immediately blushed at her unladylike behavior. "I’ll... I’ll go heat bathwater for everyone!"

"She’s such a lively child; she reminds me of my younger days," Bruto said in an old-fashioned tone, completely overlooking the fact that by dwarf standards, he had only just come of age himself.

The group laughed and walked into the living room, each finding their favorite spot to sit or lie down and relax.

Lancelot was also seated on the couch, watching as Eckmond lay on a cushion in front of him, still unconscious.

"He’s not dead, is he?" Bruto asked with concern. Although he initially didn’t like the floating skull, he now regarded him as an important companion. "Elf, can your Divine Arts help?"

"I’m afraid not," Alamir shook his head. "Although Eckmond doesn’t seem to be undead, I dare not use Healing Divine Art on him. It would be one thing if it were merely ineffective, but it could even cause serious harm."

"I can feel that he’s recovering," Lancelot frowned as he looked at the skull. He naturally knew some Dharma Methods that used True Qi to heal wounds, but creatures like Mimir, created by magic, were beyond his capabilities.

"This guy’s reaction at the time was really strange," Kalalin said with a contemplative expression. "And that Demon actually called him Cromwell, while the Demon himself claimed to be Eckmond. That’s just too odd."

"Perhaps he can explain all this once he wakes up," Lancelot shrugged and decided not to pursue the topic further, turning instead to ask Bruto about Mithril.

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"Mithril, Mithril, and Cold Iron are three relatively common metal materials," the Dwarf became enthusiastically talkative when it came to forging, obviously the expert among the group. "You’re already very familiar with Cold Iron.

It’s famous for being especially effective against Fiends and Elves and in other respects is no different from steel; Mithril is a white, rare metal that is lighter than steel but even harder, making it an excellent material for crafting armor."

"As for Mithril, this extremely hard metal can enhance the quality of a weapon or armor. It’s only slightly heavier than steel, but nearly twice as hard. Because of those characteristics, the price of Mithril is more than ten times that of ordinary steel products. Considering the environment we’re in, Cold Iron is better for weapons, but Mithril is quite suitable for armor."

"That expensive, huh," Lancelot smacked his lips. That meant a set of full body armor made of Mithril would be worth at least fifteen thousand Gold Coins. What was that in terms of weight? Five thousand Gold Coins were roughly a hundred pounds, and fifteen thousand Gold Coins, if all melted down, would be enough to cast several sets of pure gold full body armor.

But in the Abyss, gold was truly worthless. Lancelot suddenly realized that the gleaming Berserk Demon guards of Molo he had seen that day might actually be wearing pure gold armor.

"So our gains this time..." Lancelot took out the metal cage from the Dimensional Bag on the living room floor, the illusions inside long since vanished.

Bruto walked over, grabbed the edges of the cage with both hands, and took a deep breath.

One small corner of the cage lifted barely a centimeter off the ground.

"This is at least five hundred pounds," Bruto released his hands, and the cage clanged loudly back down to the ground. "Enough for each of us to forge a brand new set of armor."

"Let’s start with one for Lancelot," Alamir shrugged his shoulders. "I’m very satisfied with the set I’m wearing now."

"I could make a new set to have as a spare," Bruto said, folding his arms. "When this one gets damaged, I can immediately switch out."

Lancelot knew the Dwarf wasn’t joking. For humans, damage to armor often meant the death of the wearer, but Bruto’s fighting style involved a lot of rolling and ramming, and damage to his armor was truly not an uncommon event. Luckily, the Dwarf himself was a decent Blacksmith, very skilled in maintaining and repairing equipment.

"Dinner’s ready!" the voice of the Halfling came from the kitchen, making everyone jump to their feet and rush to the dining table.

Except for Lancelot. He twisted his head with a strange look and stared in a direction where there was nothing at all.