The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 338: Chapter 352: Found the Right Place@@novelbin@@

“Oh, you wanted to see Brutolia again, didn’t you?” the Dwarf chuckled, “I knew it would end up like this…”

“What are you talking about?” Acheron was somewhat confused by their conversation, “And who is Brutolia?”

Lancelot and Bruto exchanged glances, then nodded at each other, each pulling out a uniquely designed ring.

As the light from the Transformation Magic flickered, Acheron’s jaw dropped to the ground. Where Lancelot had been standing, there now appeared a stunningly beautiful Succubus with enticing curves. Her large, watery eyes could make a Demon cease its slaughter, while the rest could tempt an Angel to lose control.

Acheron felt his blood rush to both of his heads as he awkwardly turned away, only to come face to face with another ‘Succubus.’ Those perfect curves, seductive waistline… impressive… uh?

What’s that? Chest hair?

As his gaze moved upward, he finally saw the full picture of the other Succubus—an even more exaggerated figure, but the lower half of the face was fully covered with a thick beard that hung down nearly to the navel.

Struck by the shocking scene before him and overwhelmed by his excited state, Acheron couldn’t hold back any longer. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

…

“He fainted after turning around, which proves that the one with the beard is indeed more handsome!”

“Impossible, Elves don’t grow beards, how could they like a bearded Succubus?”

“Huh? Don’t think I don’t know—humans can’t grow cat ears either, right?”

The hazy conversation reached the Elf Prince’s ears, followed by someone grabbing his hand, a cool sensation like mint suddenly revived him.

Acheron blinked, realizing he was lying on his back on the ground, and the sensation at the back of his head told him he was resting on a rock; Lancelot was kneeling in front of him, holding his left hand, while Bruto was on the other side, hands on his knees, looking down at him.

“He’s fine now.” the Dwarf turned and said to Lancelot, who extended his hand and helped the disguised Elf back up.

“Thank you.” Acheron stumbled a bit, feeling slightly dizzy from standing up too quickly, “What… what did I just see?”

“You saw two Succubi, transformed by us using the Transformation Ring. The first was me, the second was Bruto.” Lancelot explained briefly, “For some unknown reason, the Transformation Ring retained the most distinctive feature of a Dwarf—”

“The most charming beard.” Bruto finished for him, “How about that, were you almost out of breath just now? I told you, that’s how a Succubus should look…”

“Give it up, he fainted because you scared him.” Lancelot shrugged helplessly, “I’ve told you so many times, save your ‘beauty’ for enemies, and put on a mask when you’re with companions…”

Acheron finally understood what had just happened; the Elf first shook his head in disbelief, then burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Problem solved,” Lancelot clapped his hands and turned to the Dwarf, “Have you memorized the structure of this fortress?”

“I’ll make you a model when we get back, an exact replica,” the Dwarf patted his head, “I’ve also memorized the terrain around it, trust in my racial ability…”

“Very good,” Lancelot glanced once more at the fortress below, where a motley crew was now passing through the first layer’s gate. He noticed that the Demon Guards were checking very carefully, and Arrow Demons positioned at several high points also directed their attention there.

It was clearly impossible to infiltrate from that location. Lancelot sized up the fortress once again, already formulating a preliminary plan in his mind.

“Let’s go,” he said to the other two, “and listen to what the Demon Conscription Officers are saying.”

The three of them started back the way they had come. Although they had just ‘cleared’ the area a few hours earlier, some Low Rank Demons had drifted back. When they returned to Gaomendikolia, it was already noon.

“Where are we headed now?” Bruto asked as he walked, kicking a stone he had dislodged all the way from the mountain, “Is there a place like the Mercenary Hall in Twin Bridges Town here?”

“There should be,” Lancelot looked around and walked in a certain direction, “Didn’t I wander around the city with the Scholar yesterday? I passed a place like that…”

After a lot of meandering led by Lancelot, the three of them arrived in front of a peculiar building. If the typical towers of the city were sickly and twisted trees, then the building in front of them was a stump. A narrow corridor protruded from the ‘belly’ of the building, extending to the ground, making it look like an upside-down teapot.

At the end of the corridor was a relatively open space, where people dressed as mercenaries were continuously entering and exiting. Ignoring the subtly hostile glances from their companions, Lancelot and the others went along with the crowd.

Two Berserk Demons stood as guards at the entrance of the corridor, their triangle eyes fiercely scanning everyone who wanted to enter. Lancelot noticed that these two guards occasionally singled out visitors who appeared less ‘ferocious’, pulling them aside without a word, and those picked did not dare resist but scurried away, while others burst into mocking laughter.

When Lancelot walked past, the two Berserk Demons instinctively averted their gaze. The Human Knight didn’t show any signs of anomaly, but the demons inexplicably felt a chilling sensation as if a Serpent Demon, fond of frogs for dessert, was silently gliding by, preventing them from making any move.

Stepping inside the corridor, everyone immediately felt a peculiar sensation. The inner walls of the corridor were red with disgustingly wrinkled segments; the floor was covered with hard paving stones, yet stepping on them revealed a soft material underneath.

In short, it was like walking inside a dried-out intestine.

Fortunately, the path was not long. They started to hear the noise of people talking and laughing, the clinking of forks and knives, and screams filled with joy or pain. They quickened their pace and soon left the corridor, entering a dimly-lit hall.

The place resembled a banquet hall, surrounded by tables large and small, either laden with food and drinks or spread with gambling tools and chips, crowded with mercenaries either drunk or about to become so. Small goblins scurried around carrying trays, scantily clad Succubi scouted for tonight’s lovers, and in the corner, piles of Gold Coins lay like small hills, with several Demon officers seductively calling out to every mercenary that approached.

The three immediately knew they had found the right place.

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