The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 663 - 687: After the Battle
Chapter 663 -687: After the Battle
The lid of the kettle began to clang and shake, and the monkey demon gently stretched her tail to hook the kettle over. She filled the teapot in front of her, and a beautiful amber liquid immediately appeared inside.
“Oh, this tea does look rather good…” Bruto said with an anticipatory tone, “Its color is just like my beard!”
“That has nothing to do with whether the tea is good or not!” Alamir glared at the Dwarf irritably, “You have to taste it to know!”
“I said it LOOKS good.” Bruto insisted, “And if it TASTES good as well, that means the color resembling my beard is a good standard for judgment…”
“Don’t worry, it will be ready soon.” The monkey demon poured away the first brew of tea, and the lake-colored liquid vanished swiftly down a specially designed groove on the table, then turned her head and glanced at Lancelot, “Could you speed it up a bit, Sir?”
“Alright…” Lancelot nodded, the light from the hand holding the kettle growing a little brighter, causing the lid to rattle again.
“Too much, too much! Don’t boil the water away again!” The monkey demon quickly removed the kettle, “You were so formidable during the fight today, how come you can’t even boil water properly now?”
“To be honest, compared to boiling water, today’s fight was not challenging at all.” Lancelot shrugged, lowering his constantly raised arm, “Last time, I was chased by a Barlow Flame Demon, while today it was either ordinary Beard Demons or Spellcasters showing me their backs…”
“Agreed.” Bruto nodded, “I’m not sure whether to say the Demons are too stupid… ah, thanks, that’s enough… or the Demon is too cunning. We clearly achieved a great victory, yet ended up with the original rescue target…”
“VISUVIUS! You are the biggest fool in the whole Multiverse since its inception! Today it’s all your fault!!!”
A thunderous roar came from a distant place, followed by a series of violent tremors, almost causing the tea, filled three-quarters in the cup, to spill out. Everyone looked at each other with some concern, until finally, Bruto was the first to speak:
“Those Barlow Flame Demons when they fight… they don’t use weapons, do they?” The Dwarf asked Lancelot hopefull, “Do you think they can settle who to listen to by fighting like this?”
“Sonam said Visuvius is the strongest among the four Flame Demons, so they probably won’t…” Lancelot was halfway through his sentence when a particularly violent tremor struck, followed by an unsettling silence, “…kill anyone.”
“I still can’t understand why that Barlow Flame Demon would think of leaving the fortress to join the fight.” The old Holy Warrior Ivendell blew on his teacup and took a gentle sip, “Hmm… I’m not familiar with this beverage, but it’s indeed very tasty… I mean, from where it was positioned, it should have been easy to see that the allied forces were gaining the upper hand. It just needed to be a little more patient…”
“Tanari have many characteristics, but patience is definitely not one of them.” The Half-elf Sorceress Musk, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up, “In its view, everyone was busy slaughtering, like enjoying a feast, and it had been starving behind the walls of the Volcano Fortress for several days, just like Lancelot’s Nightmare today… by the way, is that big black horse alright?”
“Not so good, half of its ear has been cut off, it has lost several teeth, and there’s a fracture in the left front hoof.” Lancelot shrugged, “I hope this serves as a lesson.”
“You are too kind to your summoned creatures.” The white-haired, red-eyed Half-elf Sorceress commented, with a semi-transparent ghost massaging her shoulders, the last Beard Demon she had killed that day, “There’s no need to consider their feelings, just give them orders…”
“Lancelot Sir… Sir!” A female voice suddenly came from outside the tent, “Is Sir Lancelot here?”
The curious gazes of his companions suddenly all focused on the Human Knight, and Lancelot, a tad embarrassed, scratched his head and replied:
“I am here, please come in.”
The tent flap was lifted, and a Succubus clad in full plate armor appeared at the entrance. The visitor was one of the Serpent Demon General’s Personal Guard Captains, a Succubus naturally impeccable in looks and figure, yet what was most striking about them was their completely different style of combat compared to the usual Succubus. One could imagine just how engaged they had been in the day’s battle by the dense web of sword scars on their armor.
“The power of a role model is indeed strong,” Alamir muttered quietly at the side, “Sometimes I even wonder if all the Succubuses who enjoy fighting and killing are all in Twin Bridges Town…”
“Sir, Lord Sonam has requested your presence,” she said.
“Requested my presence?” Lancelot was somewhat surprised, “But wasn’t she just summoned by the Flame Demon Generals herself?”
“That’s exactly where you’re headed,” the Succubus Warrior nodded, “But she also said there’s no need to rush, and to remember to don your armor before coming…”
“That doesn’t sound very promising… Thank you, Jing, I really like your tea, and please do invite me again if there is another chance.” Lancelot set down his cup and then grasped his helmet and stood up, “Well then, everyone, I truly regret this, but please allow me to take my leave first. Respected…”
“Begar Shalo. Just call me Benny,” she said.
“Very well, Miss Benny. As you can see, I’m ready now, let’s go.”
The two left one tent and then made their way through many others. This was the mercenary camp teeming with the sounds of weapon maintenance, clinking and scraping, the weakened moans of the injured, the wild laughter of those drinking, the painful cries from a fist connecting with a jaw, the panting of men and women (not always) satisfying primal desires, and a peculiar smell that one could associate with any of the aforementioned scenarios.
This was the state of the mercenary camp after setting up, obviously more relaxed than before, as they had just won a battle that day, at least that was the feeling. Some mercenaries stood outside the tents for air, but upon seeing the approaching Human Knight, even those who were already drunk stiffened up in fright, bowing respectfully with a look of both fear and admiration in their eyes.
The strong are respected everywhere, at least superficially.
As the two proceeded, the surrounding environment quickly changed into another style. Filth, stench, camps piled with garbage, malicious insults and bullying… and…
“Hey~ gorgeous, where are you off to?” Two stinking, horned Berserk Demons blocked Lancelot and Benny’s path, their eyes shimmering with unabashed lust, “Forget this tin can. By the time he gets out of that armor, you’ll be throwing up last week’s dinner from the stench. Why don’t you have some fun with us instead, check out these muscles my brother and I have, we’ll make you feel lucky to be a Succubus…”
Lancelot was about to say something, but his companion had already taken action. She took advantage of the unsuspecting target and plunged a dagger into one of their hearts, then spun around to face the other enemy.
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The Human Knight spared her the trouble, and even cheers rang out from the crowd of onlookers nearby, clearly very pleased with this display of slaughter.
“Thank you, Sir, but we should hurry on,” the Succubus Warrior nodded to Lancelot, “The fate of Volcano Fortress is still waiting for you to save it.”
