The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 535 - 559 Spoils of War

Chapter 535: Chapter 559: Spoils of War Chapter 535: Chapter 559: Spoils of War “Are you okay?” Lancelot asked cautiously as he waved his hand to retract the vine, “Do you still feel like attacking us?”

“Um, Brother Lancelot…” Isabella’s voice was filled with confusion and shyness, “Could you put me down first? I think I should have recovered…”

Once freed from the vine’s entanglement, Isabella first moved her body in place to make sure everything was normal before showing a relieved expression, then she solemnly apologized to everyone.

“I’m sorry, I’m fully aware of what just happened, but I just… couldn’t control my body at all…” The vampire’s pale face managed to muster a few hints of color, “I’ve caused everyone trouble…”

“It’s not your fault,” Lancelot waved his hand, “It was the death curse from that monster that caused this, it would have been the same for anyone.”

“How many times has it been now, you delivering the final blow to the enemy?” Bruto said with some envy, “I was simply punched away earlier, felt quite left out.”

“I saw Brother Lancelot stab and draw blood, and when the enemy exposed its back to me, a thought sparked and I thought of using those flowers.” Isabella stuck out her tongue, then noticed those Demon Palace roses still stuck in the huge skeleton, and hurried over there, “I’ll go retrieve them; they can still be used next time…”

“Your arm is already healed?” Lancelot turned his head, sizing up the Dwarf. From the opponent’s aura, Bruto appeared no different than before the fight started.

“You also took a punch; you know how ridiculous that guy’s strength is.” Bruto lifted his Shield, which now had two fine cracks and was obviously no longer usable, “But the Elf really has some skill, kneeling there, kissing up to his god, then touched my body, guess what? All healed!”

“After how many times I’ve saved you, can’t you say something nice?” Alamir said with a face of helplessness, “Only by truly believing in the strength of the god in your heart, can you harness the power He bestows…”

“Today we really owe you a lot,” Lancelot sincerely told the Elf, “you truly are a valuable member of our team.”

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“Thank you for acknowledging that, Sir Lancelot,” Alamir replied with Elf-like elegance, bowing to him, “It’s all part of my duty. By the way, you just witnessed the miracles of healing Bruto and Miss Isabella, I’d like to take a bit more time to discuss my Goddess and Savior, the Lady of Flame, Shuni…”

“Uh, maybe next time…” Lancelot’s face darkened, “We need to make a quick retreat, I feel that someone is already attacking the vines blocking the entrance.”

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“Hold on, hold on! Let’s look for some spoils of war first!” Bruto panicked at the thought, “This is a Fencer Troll chieftain’s… um… boudoir! There’s bound to be good stuff, I can feel it!”

“Really?” Lancelot trusted the Dwarf’s intuition, hands swiftly conjuring a spell, instantly summoning a mass of vines that completely sealed the front entrance of the cave, “Quickly look then, where exactly?”

“Hmm…”

Bruto furrowed his brow, took two steps forward and then three steps back, at one moment lying down, and the next jumping around on the spot. Finally, he locked his gaze on the lounge chair where the Fencer Matriarch had just been sitting, and a look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face as he rushed over, calling out simultaneously:

“Come give me a hand!”

Lancelot immediately followed, joined by the gleam-eyed old Reap. Together, the three of them flipped over the gigantic lounge chair that was over fifteen feet long, revealing the treasures the Fencer Matriarch had hidden right under her own seat.

“Wow!!!” Bruto looked as though he was about to faint from happiness, “So many!”

The expressions of the others might not have been as exaggerated as the Dwarf’s, but each of them wore a grin from ear to ear. Beneath that enormous chair, there was a small pit filled with beautiful rubies, the reflecting surface nearly blinding everyone.

“There are quite a few of good quality!” the Dwarf rubbed his hands excitedly, “This Fencer Troll tribe regards the White Dragon upstairs as their guardian deity, right? It seems their leader had privately hoarded quite a bounty!”

“Not necessarily, the Red Dragon in the military area likes rubies, right? Maybe the White Dragon just isn’t interested in rubies…”

Lancelot pulled out a dimensional bag used for storing spoils of war. He stamped his right foot heavily on the ground, and the gemstones in the pit were jolted into the air; then, with his hands swiftly tracing circles, a current of invisible air wrapped around the gemstones and flew them into the open mouth of the bag.

“I must say, that move was truly cool,” Alamir nodded lightly while applauding, “How much could that be worth…”

“No less than fifty thousand Gold Coins.” Bruto held up two fingers and poked them in the air towards his own eyes, “I saw it clear as day, not a single one missed.”

Upon hearing this number, Lancelot, who initially felt quite excited, suddenly found it all somewhat tasteless. At the end of the day, they were just exchanging material goods; all these were external possessions. To him as a Spiritual Cultivator, the most important things were Spirit Stones, Magical Treasures, and Elixirs to enhance his own strength and realm, something Gold Coins and gemstones could not buy.

With this thought, he couldn’t help but turn his head to look at the skeleton beside him. During the battle earlier, the Fencer Matriarch had withstood his Frostslash empowered by the Qingyuan Sword Technique, resembling the Body Refiners mentioned in the heart of Spiritual Cultivation. Furthermore, since Fencer Trolls were not Fiends, their bones didn’t possess the characteristic rapid decay after death; weren’t these bones excellent materials for equipment?

Seeing his gaze, the others immediately understood his intention. Everyone gathered around the deceased Fencer Matriarch’s skeleton, some touching the remains to feel their hardness, while others used magic to identify its properties.

“The hardness is definitely beyond Mithril, but probably more brittle, and it’s also lighter,” Bruto was the first to express his opinion, “If you ask me, it’s ideal for crafting throwing weapons. How does a bone javelin sound?”

“These bones naturally possess a Magic Breaker attribute, which will be very effective against Protection spells, and they also have the trait of suppressing Undead creatures; maybe it’s because the Fencer Matriarch ate too many fresh corpses?” Kalalin also revealed the conclusions of the Identification Spell, “Give me some scrap material, I will further explore the potential changes when using them as casting materials.”

“I don’t like the aura these bones emit,” the Elf Priest, standing a bit away, suddenly spoke up, “Perhaps you aren’t very sensitive to it, but these bones emit a strong Evil Attribute, and weapons made from them would surely possess that attribute, causing additional harm to benevolent creatures. Are you sure you want such weapons to be made?”