The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 541 - 565 Negotiations

Chapter 541: Chapter 565: Negotiations Chapter 541: Chapter 565: Negotiations “What?” Alamir exclaimed from the side, “Olul and Solheim had a child?”

“What, do you have a problem?” Gertie glared at him through her nostrils, “Only the son of the Father God, Solheim, is worthy of the Goddess of Ice…”

“Speaking of which, what’s the name of the daughter of these two deities?” Lancelot suddenly seemed to think of something, staring intently at the Frost Giant Priestess.

“…Nakala.” Gertie involuntarily shifted her gaze away, uncomfortable under the other’s penetrating gaze that seemed to see through everything. However, pride forced her to twist her head back, “Why ask this?”

“This Miss Nakala, does she have any…?” Lancelot stroked his chin, “A special relationship with Geogad?”

“…” The Frost Giant Priestess decided to look at something else instead, her mutter vague and unclear, “Lady Nakala… she would be very pleased to meet Geogad again.”

“Then this Geogad must be Solheim’s younger brother, right?”

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“Yes, the youngest brother.” Gertie completely refused to make any more eye contact with Lancelot, “You should know, demi-gods are immortal, age doesn’t mean much to them…”

“I think so too.” Lancelot smiled lightly, “One last question, rescuing Geogad… is this really Olul’s will?”

Upon hearing this question, the face of the Frost Giant Priestess changed drastically, she forcefully grabbed the battle axe in front of her, almost instinctively ready to attack. Yet, upon catching the suddenly stern look in Lancelot’s eyes, she had to awkwardly alter the swing of her axe and carry it on her back.

“Hmph, saying so much useless stuff, you just can’t do it, can you?” Gertie stepped back and turned to leave, “I knew it, coming to you was a waste of time… ”

“Your big reaction just makes it seem more suspicious…” Lancelot’s lazy voice came from behind, stopping the Frost Giant woman abruptly in her tracks, “Did I say I wouldn’t take this commission?”

“I don’t have time to waste words with you anymore!” Gertie’s voice contained almost uncontrollable anger, “Will you do it or not, I need a clear answer!”

“We’ll do it.” Lancelot lazily replied, “But there are a few conditions.”

“Speak!” the Frost Giant woman nearly roared.

“First, from now on, those Frost Giants from Warrior Village can’t be hostile towards us anymore.” Lancelot tilted his head in thought, “Actually, you can disregard that condition…”

“I will let everyone know not to attack a party comprised of humans, dwarves, and elves.” Gertie signalled to an attendant behind her, who removed a small shield from his waist and threw it to Lancelot. “If those still loyal to Solheim attack, just show them this shield, and they will stop.”

Lancelot picked up the shield, which might be just a small one for the Giant, but in Lancelot’s hands it could almost serve as a tower shield. The shield was made of some kind of bright white metal, with a blue and white double-edged axe emblem sparkling with Magic Aura on the front, the divine emblem of the God Solheim.

“Quite a nice shield. But in battle, I might not have time to get it out, so it’s best if those who attack me aren’t the ones you’re particularly fond of.” Lancelot opened the Dimensional Bag and directly stored the shield inside, “The second condition, we decide when to act, and we won’t notify you in advance.”

“How could that be?” Gertie immediately expressed her opposition, “We will prepare a large army in advance, to receive the esteemed command of Lord Geogad!”

“It won’t be too late to gather the army after he comes out,” Lancelot shrugged his shoulders, “but if you act in advance and make the guards in the fortress vigilant, ultimately leading to the failure of the operation, whose responsibility will that be?”

“Hmph!” The female Frost Giant grumbled reluctantly; she found that the conversation was always dominated by the Human Knight in front of her, which she was not accustomed to.

“Then, after the deed is done, how shall we contact you?” Lancelot asked with a smile, knowing he had gained another point.

“Use the… emblem that the Goddess gave you.” Gertie made no attempt to hide the impatience on her face, the only way she could express her dissatisfaction now, “Hold it in your hand, request the help of the Goddess’s envoy, and I can immediately establish a mental connection with you… unless there’s another Priest serving the Goddess of Ice on this plane.”

“Understood,” Lancelot nodded and pulled out a stone from a small portable bag around his waist, “One last condition: I want this kind of stone.”

Gertie’s palm, three times the size of Lancelot’s, slapped the air fiercely, catching the object the Human Knight had thrown.

“Is this… an Earth Crystal?” She examined the gemstone in her hand skeptically, “This isn’t an expensive gemstone, right? You just want this?”

“Exactly, I want a hundred of them, and they have to be from the upper plane. They can’t be smaller than the one I gave you, and their color can’t be paler,” Lancelot stamped his foot, “Meet here in a week to give them to me as a deposit for the operation, and perform the operation within a month of receiving the payment.”

“Dream on!” Gertie roared, “You have to get the person out first, otherwise, you won’t get a single one!”

“Ha ha, sorry, but the rule in our mercenary business is to get paid first, then do the job!” Bruto finally found a moment to interject, “Isn’t your Goddess supposed to come looking for us if we take the money and don’t do the job? That’d be your Goddess’s arrangement too!”

“Watch your tongue, Dwarf,” the female Frost Giant Priest stared at Bruto menacingly, “In my room, I have a cabinet specifically for displaying the heads of Dwarves who died by my hand. Do you want to be placed on that shelf too?”

“Feel free to try,” Bruto slung his Warhammer over his shoulder, his posture rigid, “If I could bury you once, I can bury you again!”

“You!!!” Gertie could no longer bear it, and suddenly drew the Great Axe from behind her back, while the other Frost Giants also drew their weapons, ready to charge at the group.

Seeing this, Lancelot lifted the Frostslash in front of him, and a piercing green flame instantly ignited on the Sword Blade. He swung his sword, and a green light curtain suddenly appeared in front of the Frost Giants, containing such primal and wild killing intent that their bodies were paralyzed on the spot before they even realized it.

“This Dwarf’s mouth is a bit loose, don’t be angry,” Lancelot extinguished the Sword Aura from Frostslash, “If there’s no other issue, let’s withdraw for now. We’ll meet here in a week.”

Only after Lancelot’s figure had completely disappeared in the snowstorm did the group of Frost Giants recover their ability to move as if the paralysis magic had been lifted. A follower hesitantly stepped forward behind Gertie, took off a Javelin more than ten feet long from her back, and suspended it over a newly appeared crack in the ground.

He loosened his grip, and the Javelin slipped into the crack with a puff, disappearing completely.

“Dir krigga van?” He turned his head, his face incredulous.

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“Who knows, it seems to be a human at least.” Gertie Oriel Sdottir sighed, “The miss must have her reasons for looking for this guy…”