The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 684 - 708: Shuni’s Servant
Chapter 684: Chapter 708: Shuni’s Servant
“What is this?” the Fiend looked at the plate in front of her with a dubious expression, “It smells very… interesting.”
The huge platter (which was the original dinnerware in that kitchen) contained more than a dozen kebabs, with skewers as thick as fingers, and each skewer was pierced with several palm-sized pieces of steak, their oily surfaces shimmering and their tantalizing aroma, making them look particularly enticing.
“Just eat it,” Bruto said rudely as he grabbed a skewer, “It will definitely meet all your requirements…”
Not just Bruto, but everyone started to dig in, seeing them relishing their food so heartily, the Fiend finally couldn’t resist the temptation of the delicious flavors and also grabbed a skewer, and after a moment’s hesitation, finally took a bite.
“What on earth is this…” Her eyes immediately widened, “This is so good!”
The texture of the meat was unlike any other meat Irina had ever tasted, although it was cooked by roasting, but after biting through the thin and crispy surface, the inner texture was surprisingly soft like marshmallow, and with a light press of the tongue, the evenly distributed fat within the muscle fibers could be squeezed out, the sensation like chocolate melting in the mouth.
What was more special was that there was a distinct flavor within the meat, which made it completely devoid of any greasy taste; once the Fiend started, she simply couldn’t stop, and after eating three skewers, she suddenly realized that there was no more room in her stomach, and except for her, even the fastest-eating demon monkey girl had just started on her third skewer, while the slower Dwarf was still wrestling with his second.
“It looks like you really enjoy it,” Lancelot said with a smile, leisurely enjoying his own portion, “What do you think, are your appetites satisfied now?”
“Satisfied, burp,” the Fiend’s face showed an embarrassed expression, “What exactly did I just eat…”
“The meat of an adult White Dragon, which I personally killed,” Lancelot shrugged his shoulders, “This powerful and beautiful creature undoubtedly had intelligence and not a trace of Fiend blood, and of course, it fought fiercely without any hint of begging for mercy right until it was killed, which is the only part that doesn’t meet your requirements. However, it seems that wasn’t a necessary condition for your satisfaction.”
“Indeed, it’s not,” Irina said longingly, glancing at the plate where two skewers remained, knowing she could eat no more, “Who would have thought that I would have a chance to taste dragon meat, in Aphnas, that would be absolutely impossible…”
“Why?” Lancelot put the finished skewer back on the plate, “Because of the Dragon Queen with five heads?”
“Yes, the Dragon Queen was once an ally of the Archduke; any attack on Dragons was prohibited unless you could ensure you wouldn’t get caught…”
“Once?” Lancelot asked casually, “You’re talking about Bael, right? Zariel doesn’t seem to get along with Tiamat, and there are no Dragons at all among the demonic forces that invaded the Abyss this time.”
“Of course, ever since…” The Fiend’s expression suddenly froze, feeling she might have said too much and subtly changed the subject, “Ever since I was captured by Visuvius, a lot must have happened that I’m unaware of. The politics of the Nine Hells are like that, always changing; even two Archdukes who appear to be allies on the surface may well be fighting bitterly behind the scenes.”
“Is that so,” Lancelot continued naturally, “this plane is quite the opposite, where almost any two Abyssal Lords can be assumed to be enemies. They only join forces against greater external threats, and as soon as the threat disappears, they immediately start fighting bitterly again over the division of spoils.”
“Hmph, such a bunch of incurable idiots…” Irina stood up, “Alright, you’ve satisfied two of my desires, only the last one remains.”
Lancelot looked up, his gaze calm, and said firmly:
“Please give your orders,”
“Visuvius’s love for battle and slaughter eclipses all else, in some ways, it’s a very pure idiot.” The succubus began to untie the knot holding her semi-transparent robe, “In this damned castle, everyone fears it, dreads it, and thus, they also fear me, not daring to come any closer… Extinguish the flames of desire in this body, that will be your final test.”
Lancelot lowered his gaze, remaining seated, while Alamir beside him stood up and politely bowed to the fallen angel.
“I would be pleased to serve you, Madam,” the elf spoke softly, his voice sounding more magnetic than usual, “From the very first moment I saw you, your beauty stunned me…”
“You?” The succubus turned to look at Alamir, unable to avert her gaze from him. The elf’s entire being radiated a special charm that made it impossible to refuse any of his suggestions, “Are you sure…”
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“Oh, please don’t say another word.” Alamir held out a finger and placed it on the succubus’ lips, nearly causing her to lose her balance, “All I want is you…”
The absurdly illogical sweet nothings worked wonders; the succubus embraced the elf in one swift motion, her red wings fluttering, and their figures vanished into the private box opposite the stands. Soon, the sounds of waves crashing against rocks resonated, followed by what seemed like a dolphin stranded on shore, desperately trying to suck air into its vestigial lungs to stay alive.
“Damn, it feels like they’re right in front of me…” Bruto said breathlessly, “Lancelot, can’t you create that soundproofing dome…”
“Just think of it as if they’re fighting,” Lancelot replied coldly, his voice as if coming from an ice cellar, “I have to listen carefully in case something goes wrong over there, so I can go support the elf immediately.”
“I can’t take it anymore,” the half-elf Tanya said as her face flushed red and she stood up, “Let’s just wait outside…”
“That’s fine, I’m enough here,” Lancelot nodded expressionlessly, “Don’t go too far, just wait for me in the kitchen we were in just now.”
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Three hours later.
Alamir walked over to Lancelot, looking refreshed, while the latter watched him with a strange expression.
“What is it?” The elf asked shyly with a smile, “Did I make you wait a bit too long?”
“Three hours! Three – damned – hours!” Lancelot couldn’t help but lower his voice, with strong emotion in his tone, “How did you do it?”
“Ah, is that so, my record has doubled again.” Alamir scratched his head sheepishly, “It seems this life of dining in the wind and sleeping under the sky is quite beneficial to the body, plus a little fiery lady’s blessing to her loyal servant… And of course, Ini really hasn’t been released for quite some time. A worthy opponent, such opportunities don’t come every day…”
“…All right, it doesn’t matter,” Lancelot covered his face with his hands, “Where is she?”
