The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 306 - 310 Demon Palace Rose

Chapter 306: Chapter 310 Demon Palace Rose

“Judging by your tone, it sounds like a fine thing,” Bruto said, becoming interested. “Treasure?”

“Uh, not… not something that can be measured by gold,” the Elf Prince said, obviously deflated by the Dwarf’s pragmatic attitude. He said in a reproachful tone, “It’s a rare beauty, scenery you absolutely can’t see anywhere else.”

“Elves,” the Dwarf shook his head in disbelief and walked away.

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“I believe it must be a very special landscape to excite you so,” Lancelot said to Acheron. “Just wait a moment, we’ll have collected all the loot very soon.”

The group found some pockets on the skeletons, some relatively intact, filled with gold coins, others with nothing but a hole. The great axes, albeit in very poor condition, were quite good—if given a grindstone, the Dwarves could restore their shine and then sell them for a good price in any Neutral Town in the Abyss.

Although they couldn’t compare with the weapons produced in Twin Bridges Town, they were highly sought after in the Abyss. After all, demons hardly engage in production, and Demon Lords are always warring incessantly, making it hard to satisfy the demand for armaments by merely exploiting some human slaves.

These bulky and damaged weapons were not the ideal loot, but since nearly everyone had a Dimensional Bag, why not? Of course, if they later found more valuable and smaller-sized loot, they would not hesitate to make room by discarding these old weapons.

In truth, everyone was very curious about the spectacular scenery described by the Elven Ranger. They swiftly swept up the battlefield loot. In total, they found more than two hundred Gold Coins and seven Beheading Axes with tetanus properties. After packing the loot into Lancelot’s Dimensional Bag, the group continued deeper into the cave under Acheron’s guidance.

They crossed the chamber where they had fought the minotaur skeletons and then passed through a long tunnel. After a turn, their view suddenly opened up, revealing a spacious cave ahead.

“This is… what miracle…”

Alamir expressed his shock and amazement, shared by everyone else. Before their eyes was a vast sea of roses, with dark red petals illuminated by the glowing crystals on the cave ceiling, presenting a captivating beauty.

Little Isha instinctively moved forward, but Lancelot caught her arm, and Acheron also ran to the front, stopping anyone from approaching the sea of flowers.

“Let’s just admire from this distance,” he said, looking at Lancelot somewhat unexpectedly, he then explained to the others, “Though these flowers appear very beautiful, they’re actually a type of flying, blood-sucking plant known as Demon Palace Roses. Do not come any closer!”

Lancelot’s Spirit Perception had already sensed something off about this floral sea, and upon closer inspection, he immediately noticed the abnormality of these ‘roses.’ Splashes of gold and black the size of fingernails dotted the rich red petals, the thorns below the flower crown pointed downward, unlike the slanting upward orientation of normal roses.

“These plants can sense approaching flesh. They can fly with their petals and attack with dagger-like roots, sucking the life from the unwary through their hollow stems,” Acheron said while drawing his longbow, a magic arrow materializing in his hand.

The Elven Ranger crouched and fired an arrow skimming the ground. The arrow whistled into the mass of flowers, plowing a path about half a foot wide through them.

Only then did they see what these beautiful flowers were actually growing on—countless corpses. The corpses were no longer recognizable, but from their size, they seemed to be minotaurs. Whatever had happened here, these beasts had all become fertilizer, their dead bodies now covered with bloodthirsty blooms, creating a scene both beautiful and horrifying.

“Ugh, I really wish you hadn’t made me look at this.” Bruto’s face looked as if he were about to vomit as he glanced at the two Elves, “You guys don’t actually find this scene beautiful, do you?”

“It might be a bit discomforting, but you can’t deny its beauty,” Alamir shrugged, “It’s a rare sight, isn’t it?”

“You tree-dwelling Elves are truly sick.” The Dwarf turned to Lancelot, “Big guy, you don’t think that thing’s good-looking, do you?”

“It looked pretty beautiful when I first saw it,” Lancelot admitted, “but knowing what it’s growing on, not so much…”

“Good, that means you’re normal.” Bruto glared at Alamir, “Unlike some people!”

“Goddess Shuni taught us to appreciate beauty in any form,” the Priest shrugged, “Some more taboo forms indeed aren’t widely accepted…”

“Would you fancy the scene of me burning them to ashes with a fire then?” Bruto took out a torch and flint, “I think that would be a more beautiful sight…”

“You sound just like a Demon,” Alamir shook his head, “Besides, this is deep underground, do you want to smoke us all to death…”

“As long as we don’t get too close to those flowers, we are safe,” the Elven Ranger assured everyone, “The heat from the campfire will also make the blood-sucking plants shy away, so camping at this distance shouldn’t be a problem.”

“But, what happens when the flesh and blood of those skeletons get sucked dry?” Little Isha looked at the bright flowers with some trepidation, her expression slightly complex, “Will they turn into new Minotaur skeletons and stand up?”

It was then Lancelot realized that the young girl and these Demon Palace roses indeed had quite a bit in common, like how both were dangerously beautiful blood-sucking creatures.

“This… it’s certainly possible, but the ones capable of standing up were already dealt with by us, so we shouldn’t see any new ones in the short term,” the Elven Ranger scratched his head, “Our luck shouldn’t be that bad, we just need to arrange sentries during rest later…”

“Alright, let’s camp here.” Lancelot nodded, “There were some forks on the way here, should we clear those areas too?”

“No need, they’re all dead ends, I’ve already checked,” the Elf Prince shook his head, “It’s been a long day, everyone has worked hard.”

Hearing this, everyone began to move, expertly lighting a campfire and pitching tents. The Elf Prince was pleasantly surprised to see the Halfling taking out what could be considered a luxurious set of cooking utensils from her backpack, placing them upon the fire, which soon released a delightful fragrance.

“Koula’s Adventure Restaurant, now open for business, hahahaha…” The Halfling with the spoon curtsied comically to the Ranger, laughing herself silly first, “I’ve purchased quite a lot of ingredients back in Melanthan, anything you folks want to order?”

“Anything you’re cooking in that pot right now.” The smile on the Elf’s face was a pleased one, “I know the rules, won’t ask a single extra question.”

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