The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 295 - 299: Warhammer Tavern
Chapter 295: Chapter 299: Warhammer Tavern
“Welcome to the Warhammer Tavern!”
No sooner had he pushed open the door to the tavern than the uniquely rough yet enthusiastic greeting of a Dwarf reached his ears. Lancelot looked over to see a Dwarf with a deep brown beard waving at them from behind the bar, while Bruto was seated at the bar, cradling a mug bigger than his helmet.
“Ha! Lancelot!” Bruto raised his mug to the Human Knight with joy, “Real Dwarf honey mead, come and try it, nearly as good as the one from Twin Bridges Town!”
“Oh? So you’re the big brother this guy mentioned?” The brown-bearded Dwarf behind the bar sized up Lancelot and then noticed Elothysia following him in, “And you… you’re the Succubus Paladin everyone’s been talking about?”
It wasn’t just the Dwarf bartender, the other patrons of the tavern also turned their gazes on Elothysia. Those looks were filled with curiosity and admiration, but even more so with suspicion and distrust. Lancelot frowned and asked the bartender:
“You don’t welcome my friend here?”
“No, it’s just that I’m not used to seeing a Succubus in my tavern,” shrugged the Dwarf bartender, “Sit down quickly, before any trouble arises, you’re all my guests. How about a mead for each to start off?”
“Sure,” Lancelot nodded, pulled out a chair, and sat down. The Elves and Scholar also found comfortable spots for themselves, and even the Succubus sat on a high stool at the bar, curious, watching the Dwarf bartender start bustling about, filling the huge mugs for the newcomers.
“Where did our Halfling chef and that skeleton head go?” asked Lancelot to Bruto, “They came over with you, did you see them?”
“Koula went to check out the storeroom here, and Clone Well is accompanying her as her ingredient encyclopedia,” Bruto swallowed another big gulp of honey mead, his face slightly flushed, clearly in a state of slight intoxication, “How are things on your end? Did that statue-like Giant decide to accept Elothysia?”
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“It’s a bit complicated,” Lancelot shook his head, “You’d better not drink too much, otherwise you’ll sleep through our discussion of the battle plans.”
“Sleep through?” Bruto’s eyebrows shot up, “That’s impossible, because before I drink enough to pass out, my belly will surely burst first.”
“Hey! Your drinks are here!” A cheerful voice rang by their ears, as the brown-bearded Dwarf bartender placed the hefty beer mugs in front of each of them, the sound seemed as if he was placing bars of Metal Ingot before them.
“Thank you,” Elothysia nodded to the bartender politely, and the latter’s face revealed a pleased smile.
“You’re one of the few here who didn’t show great hostility at the sight of a Succubus since we arrived,” Lancelot looked at the Dwarf with some curiosity, “Can you tell us why?”
“In the world I come from, our tribe’s King had a Dark Elf friend. Despite Dark Elves being known for their wickedness, cruelty, and mercilessness, this friend of the King exhibited countless great qualities, and was even seen as a hero by the people.” The Dwarf bartender spoke with a hint of nostalgia, “It was from him that I learned not to judge someone solely by their race. The deeds of defeating the giant spider in the Miasma Swamp, rescuing two children of Aira, and bringing them back safely are enough reason to buy you folks a round.”
“What did you say?” Bruto looked at his fellow Dwarf incredulously, “All this splendid mead is free of charge?”
“I said I’d treat you to a drink.” The dwarven bartender immediately corrected with caution, “You still have to pay for the remaining seven cups.”
“That Dark Elf you mentioned, could it be the great northern hero Trist Do’Urden?” Alamir asked with excitement, “Could you be a Dwarf from the Mithril Hall?”
“Ha! What a surprise indeed to run into a countryman,” the dwarven bartender appeared exceptionally pleased, “Let me guess, you’re a Sun Elf who has heard the name Trist… Silvermoon City?”
“Exactly.” Alamir smiled happily, “I never thought I’d hear the name Silvermoon City mentioned by another. How did you get here? Could it be that Androlina has a portal to the Fayrun Continent?”
“If there really were such a portal, would I still be here?” The dwarven bartender shook his head, “I was brought here by a demon. We were fighting at the time, and I thought I was going to perish along with it, but when I opened my eyes again, I found myself in the Abyssal Demon Realm. We continued our fight from before, and it was an incredibly tough dual; the victor now stands before you. After that, I wandered around the Abyss for a while, luckily meeting some warriors like myself. By chance, while being chased by enemies, we passed through a portal surrounded by green flames and then found ourselves in a place that seemed like paradise. Since then, this has been my home.”
“So you opened this tavern?” Alamir asked with interest, “In my memory, you Shield Dwarves rarely show interest in things other than ores and combat…”
“You’re absolutely right, but it’s not always about fighting here, and I don’t like the kind of fruit wine the fairies brew,” the tavern owner laughed heartily, “Did you see those fields when you came in? The wheat here is really good. One day it just hit me, damn it, why don’t I brew it myself?”
“I must say, that was the most correct decision ever.” Bruto happily raised his glass, “To your health, my friend, may we both find our way home sooner rather than later!”
Everyone raised their glasses and clinked them together, then poured the contents down their throats. Lancelot also took a big gulp and was pleased to find that the mead indeed tasted very good.
Afterward, the dwarven bartender left to attend to other guests, while Kalalin relayed to Bruto what had happened in the castle before. Upon learning that Elothysia had gained power through a vow, Bruto once again opened his mouth in disbelief, unable to believe that such a thing had happened again right beside him.
“When I get back I really need to have a serious talk with Uncle Viren.” The young Dwarf shook his head, “About the faith in Moradin, I must have missed something…”
Later on, the Halfling and the skeleton joined them, and when it got dark outside, Lancelot, having obtained permission from the tavern owner, also let the little vampire out.
Of course, Lancelot only agreed to order non-alcoholic drinks for the underage girl, thankfully, the fairies and Airas frequenting the tavern had the same needs.
They sat there for a long time, enjoying a rich feast and chatting about the amusing incidents from past adventures. When the routine-oriented Halfling began to yawn, the person they were waiting for finally arrived.
The Elf Prince with bronze skin and black pupils, Acheron Mingyan, walked into the Warhammer Inn, and after looking around, went straight to the Succubus Paladin.
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