The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 389 - 403 Reunion

Chapter 389: Chapter 403 Reunion

Lancelot’s hand, holding the brush and stirring, suddenly froze, and it wasn’t just him, everyone’s expression dropped to the floor. Impossible to ignore, those liquids were emitting a peculiar, fishy smell, and when the skull mentioned it, the scent seemed even more pronounced. Although Cang Ye’s title was Mother of Demons, and she indeed had a feminine form, the thought of breast milk was simply… hard to accept.

“Don’t be nervous, friends, it’s just a rumor,” Cromwell said, revealing an exaggerated smile, “Being turned into this state is by the embrace of the Mother of Demons, and naturally, the next step after being embraced by the mother is to drink… right? It makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“Shut up, you’re making it even more disgusting,” Lancelot continued with his task at hand, “Besides, it’s not like we’re going to drink this stuff, just spreading it on their bodies.”

“I think that’s even worse.” The skull flew to the edge of the large vat, “But Kalalin and the rest probably wouldn’t mind. Hurry up and start, I’m already missing Bruto’s crude jokes…”

“I always thought you two were in competition in that regard,” Lancelot glanced at the skull as he lifted the brush from the vat. The milky white liquid was quite viscous, stretching out into long, thin strands, and he patiently waited a bit longer, making sure not to waste any of this precious substance on the ground.

Then he took out another scroll from the Dimensional Bag, on it were a group of Elves in excellent equipment, ready to shoot arrows out of the picture.

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“Take a look, does anyone recognize the people here?”

“There are others?” Talasher Morning Star, the relatively young male Elf, looked over in surprise, “I don’t recognize anyone; they are probably not the Elves of Seren.”

“I haven’t seen them either,” Dalarna Morning Star also spoke up, “But looking at their gear, it seems like they might be warriors from the Monsoon Brotherhood…”

“That’s right, it’s them!” The elder Elf looked excitedly at the newly produced scroll, “They were among the first Protectors to come to Androlina, you… where did you get this from?”

“That… seems to be Uncle Kaladray!” The honey fruit also leaned in, looking like a child but she was a true Immortal, any former Protector of Androlina was usually known to these Aira kids.

“Of course, I took it from Cang Ye’s gallery, hung right next to my companion’s portrait,” Lancelot shrugged his shoulders, “Before smearing my friends with this milk… this unidentified liquid, I have to make sure it’s safe to do so, and I hope you can understand.”

“I understand.” The elder Elf nodded, “Please proceed.”

Lancelot hesitated no more, he gently waved his palm, an invisible breeze smoothed out the scroll, and then he brushed the ‘milk’ soaked brush across the scroll, ensuring that the milky white liquid evenly covered every figure.

“I just thought of a trivia,” the skull suddenly spoke again, “It is said that in some worlds of the Prime Material Plane, if a young man drinks water from a young woman’s cup, they have to marry.”

“Why?” Lancelot replied absently, his attention still focused on the scroll.

“Because the woman touched the cup with her mouth, and when the man drinks from it, it’s as if they have indirectly kissed,” the skull said with a mischievous grin, “If this liquid really is from the Mother of Demons…”

It couldn’t finish its sentence, as Lancelot landed a punch, sending the skull flying straight into the wall.

“Don’t mind him, he lost his memory before, his mind is indeed a bit off.”

Lancelot, with black lines streaming down his forehead, retracted his fist as the others wore complex expressions, looking at the indent on the wall, unsure whether to be amazed by the Human Knight’s occasional display of tremendous strength or the skeleton’s boundless sense of humor.

But their attention was immediately captured by the changes occurring in the canvas. Lines that had sketched out figures began to act like sponges, rapidly absorbing the milky liquid. Subsequently, the figures bulged like bread in an oven and, in a matter of a few seconds, the mere images had regained their physical forms.

Observing the Elves with bows drawn and ready, Lancelot moved two steps forward, shielding Elothysia with his body.

The situation was better than he had anticipated. The exact moment when they were fully restored, all the Elves collapsed to the ground, as if strength had yet to return to their muscles.

Yet these elite warriors immediately leaped up from the ground and almost simultaneously aimed their weapons at the sole demon in the room.

“Is this how you thank your savior?” Lancelot said with a stern face, stepping in front of them, his hands already gripping the hilts of Frostslash and Glacier.

“Uncle Kaladray!”

Aira, the child, rushed towards the tallest of the newly revived Elves, who was their leader. And nearby, the elder Elf cleared his throat, speaking in a low but thrilled tone:

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“Lower your weapons, Kaladray, this Succubus is not an enemy.”

“Airamis? Elder Quirion?” The towering Elf hesitated, then slowly lowered his fully drawn longbow, and the other five Elves who had ‘resurrected’ alongside him did the same. Kaladray then noticed the abnormality of the surrounding environment, asking with a puzzled face, “How did you get here? We were just… Oh no! It’s the Mother of Demons!”

“Explain the current situation to them.”

Lancelot nodded at the several prisoners who had been released earlier, then picked up the brush again and dipped it into a large bucket filled with the milky liquid, stirring it. Regardless of whether the liquid truly came from the body of the Mother of Demons, it had proven effective and could now be used on his own comrades.

Ignoring the gasps from the Elves, Lancelot carefully swept the brush over his companions’ portraits. The same phenomenon repeated itself; the flat figures rapidly swelled up and regained physical form before falling to the ground one after the other.

“Incredible,” Cromwell flew back in, “If this stuff could be used directly on painted people, it’d sell for a fortune…”

“Eh? What’s happened to me?” The Dwarf, thanks to his height advantage, was the first to stand up. He looked around in confusion, “What’s going on here? Weren’t we just in Ulgog’s office?”

“The Mother of Demons! It’s the Mother of Demons!” Kalalin’s voice rose in panic, then stopped abruptly. Scholar looked at Lancelot, then at everyone’s condition, his face taking on a thoughtful expression.

“By the gods above, Dalarna! Is that you?” Acheron looked unbelievingly at the female Elf, “Have I arrived in heaven?”

“Sister Elothysia? Why have you changed?” This was little Isha, who immediately noticed the transformation of the Succubus Paladin, her face filled with surprise.

“My friends, it’s so good to see you all again,” Lancelot said to everyone with a big smile, “Don’t be nervous about those ghastly instruments; we are safe now…”