The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 356 - 370 Scimitar

Chapter 356 -370 Scimitar

Eventually, all the remaining Soul Prisms were smashed to bits, as everyone took a swing. After all, these were items worth three hundred thousand Gold Coins, the accumulated wealth of a Zoel noble family over many generations. In the Mortal Realm, a small kingdom in a remote location might only collect that much in taxes over half a year.

At first, they even had the Succubus Paladin report how many Gold Coins each destroyed Soul Prism was worth, but soon everyone became numb to it and stopped doing so. After all, it was just a number; its magnitude had no meaning. Instead, the sensation of the crystals shattering felt quite satisfying.

“Whew, it feels great,” Bruto moved his arm, which was a bit sore from repeatedly swinging, and exclaimed, “Thrilling…”

“Tonight’s events are enough for you to boast in the bars for decades to come,” Koula, holding a broom she’d found somewhere, ran over and began cleaning up the debris.

“Hey, you just reminded me!” Bruto picked up a pile of debris from the ground, “I need to keep some physical evidence that I did this…”

Lancelot shrugged helplessly. Destroying these Soul Prisms had been his idea, yet in the end, Bruto was the most enthusiastic smasher. His gaze swept over the other spoils of war and, after a moment of thought, he addressed the still somewhat dazed Zoel Elf:

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“Kamoen, our rule is to divide the spoils equally, everyone who participated gets a share. Since we wouldn’t have gotten these without you, you should pick first.”

“How could I possibly?” the Zoel Elf repeatedly shook his head, “Your help in dispatching my pursuers is a great kindness in itself. Moreover, finding my mother’s soul accidentally is an absolutely priceless treasure. I shouldn’t take any rewards at all.”

“That may be a priceless treasure to you, but for us, it was just a small effort,” Lancelot waved dismissively, “The rules have been set and should be executed, and if you don’t take your share, neither Acheron nor Elothysia will feel comfortable taking theirs. Koula, how much are the gemstones and Gold Coins we captured worth in total?”

“Four thousand two hundred Gold Coins,” the Halfling immediately reported the precise number, “Deducting the two hundred for team expenses, each person gets exactly four hundred Gold Coins.”

“Then it’s settled,” Lancelot declared conclusively, “Look at these weapons and armors, see if there’s anything you can use, just pick it. It’s to boost our combat effectiveness for the upcoming tasks, so don’t be shy.”

“Okay then.” Kamoen no longer insisted. He lowered his head, examining the weapons while explaining to everyone, “Zoel weapons are mostly made of Mithril. They believe only this material is worthy of a superior race like the Zoel. The weapons are usually enchanted to allow the wielder to swing faster or to steal the life of their enemies. But these enchantments, derived from Dark Power, lose their effect in sunlight and can even be permanently erased…”

The Dark Elf picked up a scimitar, weighed it in his hand, and swung it a few times to test its balance. He shook his head and went to pick up another one.

“It seems like scimitars are quite popular among you Dark Elves,” Lancelot said with interest. Scimitars were almost standard issue for all male Zoel Elf warriors, and he himself had practiced with this type of weapon, which was very suitable for slashing. However, he did not add it to his regular arsenal—facing knights in plate armor, or ranks of heavy infantry armed with long spears, this weapon was far inferior to a two-handed sword, which was what Lancelot most commonly faced at the time.

“We Elves are far less powerful than Dwarfs, and also slightly weaker than you humans. The streamlined blade of a scimitar allows for faster chopping speeds. If wielded by a pair of agile hands, it can well compensate for the lack of strength,” Kamoen explained as he picked up another scimitar to examine, “Of course, Trist Do’Urden’s influence is also a factor. When the Banrei Family, the undisputed first family among Dark Elves, faced catastrophic failure at his hands a century ago, all Zoel males began to mimic this dual-wielding warrior.”

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“Even I have heard of this great ranger’s renown,” Lancelot nodded, “But in my view, your actions are just as noble as his.”

“I still fall far short of Trist’s accomplishments. He is the idol of many Zoels who long to return to the surface life, and the strongest evidence to puncture the shameless lies of the Demon Queen.” Kamoen finally found a scimitar that satisfied him, “This scimitar is enchanted to be cold, not only effective against some demons and Coward Devils, but it can also absorb the heat of its bearer, confusing those who rely on infrared vision in the darkness. I’ll take this one.”

“Alright,” Lancelot waved to the others, “You all should see if there’s anything you need as well.”

In the end, Koula got a pair of new daggers, Kalalin also tucked a set of Mithril chainmail under his robe (this metal is very light, and does not affect Scholar’s spellcasting), and others’ belts or boots were added with several Mithril daggers. Even if the enchantments on these Zoel weapons were to fail in sunlight, their craftsmanship was still very superior.

“You’ll have to take care of your clansmen’s bodies later; now that we finally have a moment, let’s talk about serious matters…” Lancelot handed the Dimensional Bag, which he had confiscated from the Matriarch, to Kamoen. This was also a very precious item, and it was already stuffed full of vine mummies at the moment.

“You guys chat, I’m going to take a bath.”

Alamir, knowing he was temporarily not needed, dropped the remark and eagerly ran off towards the bathroom. Koula went to prepare dinner for everyone, Clone Well took Kalalin aside into a nearby small room— the skeleton needed to understand what had happened during his unconscious period. The rest brought stools and chairs, formed a circle in the living room, and discussed their next move.

“I didn’t get a chance to explain in detail earlier, but we came here planning to infiltrate the fortress outside the city and seize the Demon Legion’s latest battle plans,” Acheron said, while removing his Devilspawn disguise, “Scouts report that Abbarhas’s camp is expanding daily, and Sniel’s fence is almost overfilled with Coward Devils. You also sent back news of massive recruitment of mercenaries here… Melanthan has been very unsettled by this, as you know, we’ve always been plagued by a shortage of manpower. If Cang Ye’s minions launch an attack now, we’ll likely have to give up those indefensible plains to the southwest…”

“So you’re hoping to steal the latest battle plans from Ulgog’s office to gain an advantage in the upcoming war?” Kamoen asked, frowning. He listened to the Elf General explaining the latest situation while munching on a mushroom that resembled a long loaf of bread. This was a delicacy from his homeland found on one of his kin, reputed to taste a lot like cucumbers marinated in cheese. “After the failures before, I thought everyone had given up on that idea…”

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