The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 632 - 656: A Woman Who Knows How to Live Life

Chapter 632: Chapter 656: A Woman Who Knows How to Live Life

Lancelot had practiced Qi cultivation all night in the secret room of Hagrid Manor, just as he had on countless other nights. The path of Spiritual Cultivation seemed endless, but how far one could go depended entirely on whether the cultivator could persevere. Lancelot understood this principle and actually practiced it, just as Han Tiansheng emphasized repeatedly in his experiences of Spiritual Cultivation—”unity of knowledge and action.”

When the red sun of the Plains of the Abyss rose above the horizon at dusk, Lancelot too opened his tightly shut eyes. In front of him, a drop of sparkling green liquid was slowly falling due to the dissipation of the spiritual energy vortex, which he caught with a jade bottle.

The Human Knight stood up and felt his spirit was particularly replenished, although the True Yuan within his body had not completely returned to normal. Speaking of which, just three days ago, he had performed the risky action of “Body Infusion immediately after scattering power.” Although it preserved his mid-Foundation Establishment realm, his body felt like a volcano that had just erupted, and needed more time to slowly recuperate.

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After eating the breakfast carefully prepared by little Isha, everyone left the house together. Lancelot, Bruto, and Alamir naturally headed to the Mercenary Hall for training, while the Scholar and the little Vampire went to Tijana’s castle—the former had begun the work of transcribing the Scroll of Darkness, while the latter went to receive special training from a Vampire senior to adapt to moving around normally during the daytime as soon as possible.

Hagrid Manor was not far from the Mercenary Hall. After walking through a few secluded lanes, the surroundings quickly became bustling, and the towering outline of the Mercenary Hall also appeared in their sight.

The flow of people entering and exiting the building was noticeably greater than yesterday, mostly new mercenaries, ready to spend all of their first week’s salary before heading to the battlefield. It was only then that Lancelot realized Tijana’s “clever” strategy—the Succubus Lord not only generously prepaid the first week’s salary but also very thoughtfully provided a day of free time, ensuring the mercenaries had the time and would certainly spend the newly received gold.

Due to the war, the number of caravans coming and going to Twin Bridges Town had significantly decreased, and signs of economic shrinkage were evident in the town. Now, with more than two thousand mercenaries receiving a salary summing up to nearly five hundred thousand Gold Coins all at once—and since money was useless to the dead—they would naturally want to spend it quickly. Tijana had used the same money to hire the mercenary army and also stimulated the local economy, effectively splitting one gold piece to serve two purposes, making Lancelot silently admire her.

She really knew how to manage life!

The exterior of the Mercenary Hall resembled an Arena, and the newly added floors did not have divided functional areas like the first floor, hence the space looked extremely vast.

The trio headed to the fourth floor again, which had been simply divided into dozens of small training fields approximately thirty feet squared, separated by racks hanging with Protective Gear and Blunt Swords. When they arrived, many were already training there, mostly with the same purpose as Lancelot, seeing their team leaders test the strength of their subordinates. Of course, some might just purely want to fight, as hitting sandbags that couldn’t fight back was boring.

Close to the entrance where they came up, a Berserk Demon was fighting against three Tiflin warriors wielding Shield Axes. As elite infantry in the Demon Legion, Berserk Demons had extremely strong physiques, and the unsharpened training weapons further amplified their physical advantage. A few punches knocked down the attackers surrounding it, and afterward, it loudly mocked those sandbags as only fit to wear out the enemy’s strength.

Other members of Lancelot’s team had already arrived; they waited by a corner against the wall, eagerly watching the battle inside, occasionally discussing quietly among themselves. In Lancelot’s view, this was a very positive phenomenon; he had actually been concerned that smaller cliques might form within this temporarily assembled team. However, it seemed the previous night’s feast had worked as hoped, and although it might not immediately make everyone become close, it had at least successfully familiarized them with each other.

“Good morning, Lancelot, Bruto, and Alamir,” Jing, the transformed monkey demon, was the first to notice their arrival and cheerfully greeted, “You finally made it! This place looks fun! Can we go play too?”

“In a moment, you won’t find it so fun,” Lancelot replied as he nodded to the rest of the group that gathered around. “Has everyone had breakfast yet?”

“I had my peaches!” the young monkey demon proudly reported to him. “The breakfast here was just a stick, which was terrifying!”

“That was bread…” Flint Ruge, the dwarf with bright yellow hair, looked at her somewhat helplessly, “and it’s quite authentically dwarven-style too…”

“Now I finally understand why someone doesn’t like my bread,” Alamir glanced at Bruto and shook his head resignedly.

“Let’s go in.”

Lancelot looked around and led everyone to an unoccupied training field. He was already wearing full body armor, and would put on a helmet later, so he needed no additional protective gear, just like Alamir and Ivendell. The others wore complete sets of protective gear, over which they had layered a layer of cotton armor, which would ordinarily make them sweat profusely. However, some magical breeze in the hall gently blew, keeping the temperature perfect for intensive activity.

Lancelot drew a one-handed sword, about three feet long from the rack, swung it in the air, and then rotated his wrist, drawing a beautiful sword flower. It was obvious that the creator of this sword wasn’t very conscientious, not to mention sharpening, even the tempering was done haphazardly, with the surface blotched in blue and red. Despite this, the sword still had excellent balance and felt quite comfortable in the hand, although not sufficient for the battlefield, it was more than suitable for training.

“So, who wants to go first?” Lancelot looked at his squad members, “While my goal is to understand everyone’s strengths, you are also welcome to try and defeat me…”

“I’ll go, I’ll go!” the monkey demon, whose personality and name totally mismatched, jumped out first, not waiting for Lancelot’s nod before running into the center of the arena, “Um, I still use my own staff, is that okay?”

“Of course,” Lancelot said as he rested the longsword on his shoulder and stepped up to face Jing, “Use any trick you have, let me see the prowess of a martial monk!”

Upon hearing this, the monkey demon wasted no words. She clapped her hands, and the iron-studded staff wrapped by her tail emitted a red glow. In the blink of an eye, she was charging at Lancelot using all fours, her speed so fast it was like she was flying just above the ground. In an instant, she was upon Lancelot, the staff now in her hands, sweeping fiercely at the human knight’s legs and creating a trail of red light.