The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 612 - 636: Chief Ambassador

The newly emerged figure was breathtakingly beautiful, and to the inexperienced mortals, it was easy to mistake her for a Succubus. However, the remnants of burnt bat wings on her back, cloven hooves for feet, and four thick, slimy tentacles with hooked spines protruding from her waist and armpits revealed her true identity—a Succubus, born from the ashes of a dead Succubus.

At that moment, the Succubus who entered the hall was the one Lancelot and his companions had previously encountered in the treasury of the Succubus Palace. Back then, relying on his sharp Spirit Perception, he had ambushed her the moment she stepped out of the portal, gaining the upper hand in the battle and seizing the moment she tried to flee to slay her on the spot with his Innate True Qi.

Although it was only a brief encounter, Lancelot could not fail to recognize the enemy’s face, not to mention that the Dimensional Bag he most frequently used was obtained from the very Succubus before him—the scene where the Elf Priest, like a midwife, pulled the spoils from the body of the Succubus, still ranks as one of the worst memories of his adventuring career.

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Aside from a momentary change in his gaze, Lancelot displayed no other signs of recognition, and the Succubus, as if completely unacquainted with him, stepped forward with two topless male Succubi to greet Tijana, speaking respectfully,

“Greetings, esteemed Pearl of the Stygian River. I am Samantha, the plenipotentiary representative of Oasis Fort.”

“Please, take a seat,” Tijana nodded briefly, her gaze sweeping over the two attendants behind the speaker, her eyebrows slightly raised, “Interesting, besides a certain pervert, has Oasis Fort acquired other male Succubi now?”

“Since the last attack by the Demons, Her Majesty the Queen thought that Lord Molo could use some… assistance,” the Succubus nodded, “Oasis Fort has undergone many changes since then, and you are welcome to visit any time…”

Lancelot was less than ten feet away from the Succubus, but after a covert glance at him, she lost interest, showing no sign of recognition. Confused by this, Lancelot reflected for a moment and understood the reason for this situation.

The Transformation Ring. He was wearing the Transformation Ring when he battled with this Succubus and, unlike him, the Demons lacked the ability to sense opponents’ presences with Spirit Perception, naturally failing to recognize that her foe was standing right in front of her.

Two doors were pushed open simultaneously, and this time, two familiar figures entered: one was a twenty-feet-tall Minotaur, Pammi, the envoy of ‘Destroyer Horns’ Goel, followed by four Bloodhoof Demons; the other was Kavalan, her lower half that of a gigantic spider, and her upper half the black-skinned, white-haired female Elf representing ‘Lady of the Web,’ Erylmra, and compared to the imposing Minotaur delegation, she was accompanied by just another Arachne Elf.

It was said that Goel and Erylmra were respectively the pet and lover of the ‘Punisher’ Wisk. After the sudden death of the Lord of the Wolf Serpent Demon, they divided the forces left by Wisk. The two envoys had previously visited Twin Bridges Town at that trade meeting, but at that time, they could not compete with the financially powerful Volcano Fortress. Although their locations were further east than Twin Bridges Town, if the Volcano Fortress was to fall completely, they would face the threat of the Demon’s army at their doorstep, thus they were also summoned to attend today’s meeting.

The Minotaur and the Arachne Demon each stepped forward to greet Tijana and then sat opposite each other at the round table. Lancelot noticed that there was still one chair left empty directly opposite Tijana, and all the attendees patiently maintained their silence, obviously waiting for another envoy whose presence was crucially important.

However, Lancelot had already guessed who would come—it was Prince Kailon, one of the progeny of Lord Wu’an, “Grazzt.”

Yet, to Lancelot’s surprise, the figure pushing open the final door was not a familiar one. The one who appeared behind the door looked almost human, the only giveaway of his Fiend origin being the pair of tiny horns, as thick as thumbs, atop his head.

The figure was clad in a plain black robe, his skin as pale as that of a corpse dead from excessive blood loss. If the paleness of his skin was not unsettling enough, the clear slime continuously seeping from his skin caused an extreme degree of discomfort to any mortal who saw it. Strangely, this slime would rapidly vaporize upon hitting the ground, as if it had never existed.

‘That is Veyne, Grazzt’s Chief Diplomat.’ Tijana’s voice resounded directly in Lancelot’s mind, speaking rapidly, ‘Be careful, he can read others’ thoughts as easily as reading an open book. Stay alert, and if you feel like you are being watched, just think about what you want to do to me.’

While communicating with Lancelot through a mental connection, the Succubus Lord herself rose from her chair. She approached the Chief Diplomat of the Abyssal Lord, speaking with a tone that was respectful yet filled with surprise:

“Lord Veyne, what brings you here?”

“Prince Kailon is trapped in the Volcano Fortress, and our lord takes it very seriously, so I had to come personally,” the pale-skinned demon replied with a very insincere smile, bowing to Tijana at an angle almost imperceptible to the naked eye, “Please take a seat, Pearl of the Stygian Riverbank, and may all other lords be seated as well so that we may begin promptly.”

Lancelot pretended to focus solely on Tijana but was surreptitiously using his peripheral vision to observe the reactions of others. The Bull Demon and the Arachne Elf nearly jumped from their seats, looking at Veyne with faces full of fear, as if regretting their decision to attend the meeting today; the Soul Judge also stood up, looking quite relaxed but sat back down without waiting for the other to suggest doing so, while the Wolf Serpent Demon behind him did not move at all, as if completely unaware of the new person in the room.

The only one who not only did not stand but also glared at the Chief Ambassador was the representative from Oasis Fort, Succubus Samantha. Lancelot recalled what Kalalin had mentioned before, that due to a failed courtship, Lord Wu’an and the Queen of the Succubus were openly hostile to each other, and despite Veyne’s superior status, the Succubus would not show any respect in such a public setting. Who knew what precautions the Queen would take if the news reached the ears of Mekanshut regarding a potential traitor?

Veyne showed no displeasure at this, and once the Succubus Lord had returned to her seat, he also took his. The Soul Judge next to Tijana cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention before speaking in a greasy voice:

“These are trying times, lords. If it were not for the utmost importance of the Volcano Fortress, the Hall of Sorrow would never call such a meeting…”

“What’s the big deal, can’t Grazzt’s stronghold be lost?” Succubus Samantha sarcastically retorted from Tijana’s other side, “Besides, with Lord Wu’an’s immense power, he can surely handle those presumptuous Bartez on his own. Why would the Hall of Sorrow need to bother asking for our help?”