The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 308: Chapter 312 Professional

“My intuition tells me that she is indeed a pitiable woman,” Lancelot stroked his chin, “but your caution is also very right. Let’s wait for everyone to wake up and discuss it together. If she’s been trapped here for a long time, she wouldn’t mind waiting a little longer, would she?”

“A wise decision, I agree,” Alamir yawned mightily, “My mind can’t think properly now. After I wake up, I’ll definitely give it some good thought…”

“You’ve really been through a lot, good Priest. Rest now,” the Elven Ranger said apologetically to Alamir. Shuni’s Priest had insisted on taking the first watch, while Little Elizabeth had been resting in Lancelot’s Dimensional Belt until they reached the town of Pascaler.

“Mm-hmm, I’ll leave it to you, watch the direction of those flowers…” Alamir mumbled a few words unclearly, then spread a delicate blanket on the ground, knelt down, and quickly entered a state of meditation.

“So, now it’s just the two of us,” the Elven Ranger flashed a smile at Elothysia, “I suspect you have many intriguing stories, don’t you, miss?”

“I’m afraid most of them are not very interesting,” Elothysia returned a polite smile, “The few that are somewhat thrilling all happened after meeting my Angel lover, which I’m sure I’ll have a chance to tell everyone about later. For now, let’s keep the noise down, for the sake of the others who are still resting.”

“Of course, of course,” the Elf Prince said somewhat awkwardly, “I’ll take care of the Demon Palace Roses over here…”

Lancelot, who had already closed his eyes, chuckled to himself, then withdrew his focus and entered the state of Qi Cultivation once more.

Around two in the afternoon, the last sleeping Dwarf, Bruto, finally woke up needing to urinate. Groggy, he aimed to relieve himself in the flowerbeds but was tackled by a horrified Kalalin.

Bruto looked at the Scholar in confusion, disconcerted by his companion’s sudden outburst of enthusiasm.

“The flowers,” Kalalin explained.

“Oh! Right, haha…” the Dwarf chuckled dryly, then got up and ran to the other side of the cave.

When he returned, Acheron began recounting their ghost encounter from the night, and Lancelot gently pulled the still sleepy Little Elizabeth out of her “coffin”—though it might sound cruel, his actions were actually very gentle.

“Sounds like a banshee,” Kalalin was the first to speak after the Elf Prince finished the tale, “It’s said that banshees are transformed from deceased Elves. Have you heard similar stories?”

“There is such a thing,” the Elf Prince nodded in affirmation, “An Elf, and I mean other than Zoel, if they use their god-given beauty to lead others astray, they will be cursed by the Deities, unable to feel any joy from then on, and unable to reach the realm of any god after death, but instead bound to the spot they died, becoming a banshee.”

“Wow, your Elf deities are really harsh,” Bruto remarked with a thick Dwarf accent, “Moradin would never do such a thing…”

“Even though I’m an Elf, I agree with you,” Alamir shrugged indifferently from the side. “Compared to the strict but fair Soulforger, the deities of the Elf Divine System are indeed a bit impulsive…”

“I find it ironic that a Priest of Shuni would critique impulsiveness,” the Elf Prince raised an eyebrow, “Don’t you think?”

“Ha ha, I merely stated a fact, without expressing any criticism, unless you too think that’s a bad thing,” Alamir laughed at his compatriot’s reaction, “Alright, alright, shall we address the issue at hand now?”

“Sorry about that, two Elves of different faiths can always start an argument over the topics of deities, and some can even last for centuries,” Acheron also dropped the debate to refocus on their earlier topic, “The legend says banshees are extremely evil, hate all living things, and have terribly frightful visages. But the one we met doesn’t seem to match that description…”@@novelbin@@

“She mentioned that she could regain some sanity briefly before dawn, right?” Kalalin brought up a detail, “Maybe what we saw wasn’t her ‘normal’ state.”

“Let me get this straight: the banshee, whether she’s good or bad, we need to burn her body, right?” Bruto crossed his arms and spoke, “And to find her body, we have to go through that damned field of flowers, is that it?”

They looked at one another in silence, nodding their heads.

“Most importantly, you aren’t planning to just walk away; you want to deal with this ghost, right?”

“Indeed, we can’t ignore a Soul in torment who might be innocent, even though it might actually be a trap,” Acheron nodded, “And the location of this cave is perfect, a suitable place for our Scouts to hide.”

“We also can’t just burn this whole damned field of Bloodsucking Flowers. But if I’m not wrong, it’s about two hundred feet from here to the other side of the flower field. Give me two hours, and I can dig a tunnel that goes underneath to the other side,” the Dwarf started sorting through his backpack, “We’ll crawl through the tunnel, find that ghost’s body, and set it on fire. If anything dares to disturb us, we’ll take it down too. Isn’t that a clear and straightforward plan? Do you like it?”

Once again, everyone exchanged glances, and just like last time in Mogrondale, Bruto was able to offer a simple and direct solution, with some steps only a Dwarf would think of, like taking down a Lord of Withering or digging a tunnel over two hundred feet long.

“Remember when we were trapped by the Giant Skull Demon? Leave the digging to me; save your strength for the battle,” Lancelot patted the Dwarf’s shoulder, “Assuming it really is a banshee, is there anything we should be wary of in the fight?”

“Banshees, like the Wraith Demon we faced before, are incorporeal beings, immune to all ordinary physical attacks, and also immune to common magical damages such as frost, flame, lightning, sonic waves, while effects like Charm, Fear, Petrify have no effect.”

Kalalin listed the facts well-known to him, to the surprise of Acheron who wasn’t familiar with him. His Elven compatriot just smiled and described Kalalin with a word:

“Professional.”

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