The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 339: Chapter 353 Demon Recruitment Point

“Welcome to ‘The Stench Sack’, the best tavern, casino, and gold burning den in all of Gaomendikolia. Here, any desire you may have can be fulfilled, as long as you can afford the price.”

A seductive yet slightly bizarre voice rose beside them. Lancelot turned his head and saw a bewitching female speaking. She had small, backward-curving horns, a beautiful face, and a lively tail—all characteristic features of a succubus. However, she lacked wings behind her shoulders and was more muscular than a typical succubus.

These traits implied that she was actually a devilspawn. But Lancelot was still puzzled because it was said that female offspring resulting from a succubus mating with a mortal were always succubi, while only male offspring would exhibit traits from both parents…

“Good afternoon,” Lancelot calmly replied, his gaze briefly lingering on her prominent throat, “how should I address you?”

“I am Miss Alisa.” The ‘female’ devilspawn emphasized the last two words, “This establishment belongs to my mother. I haven’t seen you before, so if you have any questions, just ask me directly.”

“What exactly is this place?” Bruto, ever impatient, blurted out his question, “And why is it called The Stench Sack? The smell doesn’t seem… too bad right now.”

“We clean up the bodies on the floor once a day, and it’s just been done today, so the smell will grow much stronger by midnight. At that time, the chaos here will be even more delightful.” Alisa’s face sported an evil smile, “As to what this place is for… well, that’s hard to say. Why don’t you tell me what you’re looking for?”

“We are a group of mercenaries, currently looking for suitable employment,” Lancelot said impassively, “And we decided to check out this unique stratum of society.”

“Excellent choice.” The devilspawn led the three to an empty table and sat them down, meanwhile making a hand signal to the bar not far off, “Compared to other strata, the jobs here are less direct combat and not as dangerous; the girls may not be Cendrilla Verdo, but they’re not lacking in their array of skills, and they won’t just focus on draining you. If you have any special requests, feel free to speak up…”

“We’d prefer to earn money before spending it,” the human knight replied unmoved, “Are there any suitable job opportunities available?”

“Both Ulgog and Abbarhas’s legions are always recruiting mercenaries; the former offers better terms, but the latter is willing to pay an advance of one week’s salary—that would be enough for you and…”

A succubus with a very low-cut leather top brought over three mugs of frothy beer, bending over as she set them on the table, her bold eyes sweeping over the three guests while unabashedly displaying her ample figure, then she sashayed away.

“…to spend some delightful time with someone charming like Deborah.” Alisa wore an ambiguous smile, “Of course, how long that lasts is up to you, although most people can only last ten minutes.”

Bruto instinctively reached for the mug, but Lancelot gave him a glance and the dwarf quietly withdrew his hand.

“This is our home-brewed beer, made from wheat we’ve requisitioned from the south, so it has a fine taste.” The devilspawn stood from her stool as Lancelot heard someone in a corner calling her name, “The first drink is on me, after that, you’ll have to pay. I wish you joy in your entertainment, and good luck leaving alive.”

The devilspawn left with the same seductive air. Bruto glanced at the mug before him and then at Lancelot—the meaning was crystal clear.

“Drink up, drink up,” Lancelot shook his head. His Spirit Perception did not alert him of anything amiss with the liquid in the cup, and if he could drink without issue, the Dwarf likely would encounter no problems either.

Without a word, Bruto grabbed the mug and started guzzling it down his throat. However, his expression suddenly stiffened, and he spat out all the liquor onto the ground with a retch.

“This stuff tastes like horse piss,” Bruto said with a green face. “I’d rather die of thirst…”

A nearby Gray Dwarf burst into loud laughter. Bruto instinctively wanted to throw his cup at him but was restrained by Acheron next to him, while Lancelot glared at the laughing Dwarf, his icy gaze strangling the laughter in the Dwarf’s throat.@@novelbin@@

“You shouldn’t expect free things to be of quality,” Lancelot turned to Bruto and spoke, “We are here to find ‘work,’ remember?”

With a twist of his mouth, the Dwarf reluctantly jumped down from his chair and followed Lancelot towards the edge of the hall. There were various stalls there, some selling potions, others repairing weapons, some buying loot, but the most eye-catching was the Demon Legion’s recruitment station. The piles of glittering gold required no crier to involuntarily draw people’s gazes there.

Acheron and Bruto instinctively wanted to stay away from it, but Lancelot naturally walked towards one of them.

“Good afternoon, Human.”

Beside the pile of Gold Coins stood a humanoid Demon, with a face of a man in his prime, but hair as withered as dry weeds. Its skin was the gray-white color of a corpse, and the nails on each finger were a foot long, like the knitting needles an old woman would use to weave a scarf.

Lancelot had once heard from Kalalin about a type of Demon that liked to eat corpses, changing its face to that of the devoured corpse every time it swallowed a new one.

“Are you seeking a new contract?” the Demon inserted its long nails into the pile of gold coins beside it, grabbed a handful of coins, and let them fall through its fingers, producing a jingling sound, “‘Mother’s Whip’ Legion is your best choice. We are a proud direct unit under General Ulgog, offering very generous terms, definitely a choice worthy of your lifelong service…”

“I hope you’re not implying it’s a very short life,” Bruto couldn’t help but make a sharp comment.

“How could that be?” the Demon’s face revealed a particularly sly smile, one Lancelot had seen on many swindlers in the Abyss, “As a contracted soldier of the ‘Mother’s Whip’ Legion, your salary for the first week is a hundred Gold Coins. Don’t think it’s too little, for every head you claim on the battlefield, your weekly salary will increase by fifty Gold Coins, even if it’s just an ordinary farmer, that’s easy, right?”

“I prefer chopping up creatures that can fight back,” Lancelot said without a change in tone. “Aside from gold, what else can I get?”

“Of course, my friend! There is no better time than now…” the Demon lowered its voice and even looked around, as if worried someone was eavesdropping, but Lancelot knew it was merely ridiculous posturing, “Seeing your attire, you must have been a noble, so you surely received formal military education, haven’t you? Have you ever thought of having hundreds of Demons at your command, taking the wealth and glory that rightfully belongs to you?”

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