The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 609 - 633 Secret Chamber

Chapter 609: Chapter 633: Secret Chamber Chapter 609: Chapter 633: Secret Chamber The next morning, Lancelot’s companions helped him tend to his armor: first, Kalalin used Mending to restore the cracks and holes back to their original state, and then Bruto polished the armor’s surface with sandpaper until it shined like a mirror. Following that was Alamir, who applied a special wax to the armor, enhancing its quality and texture, and incidentally demonstrating why his own Cold Iron Full Body Armor always looked so refined.

When Lancelot stood before everyone fully dressed, even Alamir couldn’t help but nod in admiration continuously, while little Isa excitedly applauded.

“Big brother looks so cool!” Isa’s eyes almost sparkled with stars, “It would be even better if he had a cape, along with a crest… eh, brother, what’s your crest?”

“Red and white stripes.” Lancelot replied instinctively, suddenly feeling a sense of déjà vu as if it were something from a past life. After briefly zoning out, he shook his head with a wry smile, “Let’s forget about it, the Plains of the Abyss are so hot, wearing a cape would look silly.”

“Definitely not!” Isa asserted confidently, “I can’t wait to see sister Tijana wearing a red and white striped cape. When the time comes, I’ll carry a basket and sprinkle petals over your heads, hehehe~”

“Hey, you underage girl, all you think about all day is this stuff.” Bruto crossed his arms, “And why should there be flowers at a wedding? And scattered everywhere? That’s just not serious enough!”

“I think Lancelot should change into a Twin Bridges Town cape,” said Kalalin seriously, “unless he can become an Abyssal Lord…”

“Alright, let’s stop discussing the cape,” Lancelot called Tijana through a psychic link, and a Portal spontaneously opened in the garden outside the window, “Bruto, let me remind you once again to keep the materials a secret when giving them to your dad, understand? Even if Uncle Barrend swears not to tell anyone, it won’t work, because he’ll be unable to resist making others do the same, and soon every Dwarf in Twin Bridges Town will know…”

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“Got it, got it,” Bruto made a face, “But my old man isn’t dumb, it won’t take him a few days before he suspects that I have a complete ancient White Dragon corpse…”

“Let your dad guess, but you can’t reveal a word, you can hint that if you did speak, it would be dangerous to your life. That way, he won’t go around inquiring,” Lancelot responded.

“I got it,” Bruto waved his hand dismissively, “Go on, don’t keep your beloved waiting, that venerable Succubus Lord will get angry and make my beard disappear!”

“She never said that; you were drunk at the time,” Lancelot shook his head and walked towards the Portal, “But it’s okay to think that way if it makes you more careful…”

“I’m always improving!” Bruto shouted out the window, but with Lancelot already gone through the Portal, he sought affirmation from his comrades, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“You’re not wrong,” Kalalin nodded, “You did a great job controlling yourself yesterday, you didn’t toss your hammer into the Stygian River.”

“But you almost threw yourself in,” Alamir added darkly, “All thanks to a certain underage girl…”

“Oh, shut up, damn Elves.”

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The other side of the portal was located in a stone chamber, which from the pattern of bricks on the wall, seemed to still be within the Succubus Lord’s castle. An oval table stood in the center of the room, with Tijana seated at the head, while the Human Knight who had come through the portal stood behind her.

When Tijana heard the crackling sound of someone leaving the portal, she turned her head to look. Seeing the Human Knight in full regalia, a brief flicker of joy passed through the Succubus Lord’s eyes, but she quickly composed herself, nodded at him, and said,

“Good morning, Sir Lancelot. Today, you’ll play the role of my honor guard. Don’t worry, there won’t be any fighting involved; you just need to stand behind me looking imposing. But for now, find a place to sit and rest, our guests haven’t arrived yet.”

Lancelot nodded and sat down on a chair against the wall to the right of the Succubus Lord. The chamber wasn’t just home to him and Tijana; wrapped around the long table were three six-armed Serpent Demons, commanders of the military forces of Twin Bridges Town. Although Lancelot had seen them before, he only recognized Solheim, who often manned the front desk at the entrance to the Mercenary Hall, and he was now sporting a rather frightening smile at him.

On the opposite side of the oval table sat two Dwarves who appeared to be very uncomfortable. They were the Chief Commissioner Braunville of the Craftsmen Committee and his assistant. The Chief Commissioner, whose hair was starting to grey, was almost completely burying his face in an open parchment spread before him; his assistant, however, had no such cover and could only study the lines of his palm intently.

The source of the Dwarves’ unease wasn’t the Serpent Demons across from them, but the two Succubus Maids beside them. Dressed in tight black leather, they flanked the flustered Dwarves, whispering teasing words into their ears with seductive voices, twisting their supple bodies like snakes.

“Yatala, Shaqi, that’s enough,” Tijana said with displeasure. “Before our business is concluded, these two Dwarves aren’t going to pay you any attention; don’t embarrass me in front of Sir Lancelot.”

The two Succubus Maids giggled and released the blushing Dwarves, retreating to a corner of the room to whisper to each other. If he had wanted, Lancelot could have easily heard their conversation, but he wasn’t interested, and also the two unfamiliar Serpent Demons were watching him with a particularly peculiar gaze.

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Anyone would find it difficult to remain calm under the malevolent, triangular snake eyes of a six-armed Serpent Demon. Despite their extra limbs, the upper halves of these Demons were extremely beautiful, but the physiological reaction they elicited was completely different from that of a Succubus—it made one’s testicles want to retreat into their stomach.

But fear comes from the unknown, and Lancelot had not only truly fought Serpent Demons before but had even killed one, even though the Serpent Demon at that time was gravely injured. Though his current strength was likely insufficient to take on a healthy Serpent Demon, he was completely able to face their gaze calmly, showing no sign of fear that the Demons could detect.

“Nice look in your eyes there,” one of the Serpent Demons suddenly spoke up, with a languid voice that reminded one of a rattlesnake slowly crossing hot sands, “It’s hard to believe that someone with eyes like those would do something as crazy as tying himself to the prow of a ship and ramming it into a pontoon bridge…”

“Heh, as if a thousand-year-old virgin would fall for an average man,” another Serpent Demon chimed in, her voice surprisingly normal, like that of a pampered Countess, “Tell me, human… where do you come from? What’s your rank? Have you ever been married? Do you have any children?”