The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 595 - 619 Farewell Gift

Chapter 595: Chapter 619: Farewell Gift Chapter 595: Chapter 619: Farewell Gift As soon as the Werewolf’s words had fallen, the Dwarf also emerged from the Dimensional Hole. Bruto’s expression was incredibly excited, his hands cradling an ancient-looking piece of Armor crafted from platinum materials; Lancelot immediately recognized it as the Armor they had seen in the Illusions.

“By Moradin above, this Relic has finally returned to the hands of the descendants of the Frostforge Clan!” Bruto announced, his voice choking up with emotion, “Thank you, thank you, everyone! Thank you, each one of you! Especially big brother, I really, woooo…”

The Dwarf embraced Lancelot in a bear hug, disregarding his image and cried out loudly. Lancelot, somewhat helpless, smiled at his companions and gently patted Bruto on the back, whispering words of comfort, which gradually calmed the latter down.

“Hehe, sorry to have made a spectacle,” Bruto said, a bit embarrassed as he rubbed his eyes, “You probably can’t understand the significance to us Dwarves of recovering an ancestral Relic…”

“To make you rock-like fellows shed tears, it must be truly significant,” Alamir said with a teasing smile, “If we find a few more Dwarf Relics, maybe you’ll start writing poetry…”

“We certainly have feelings, we just don’t like to express them as much as you Elves do!” Bruto retorted loudly, but then his thoughts shifted to something else, and he turned to Lancelot with a mischievous smile on his face, “Big brother, we really did… hit the jackpot this time.”

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“How much exactly?” Lancelot was a bit unnerved by the Dwarf’s look, “Don’t forget, one third is Tijana’s, and the rest we split…”

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“I don’t know, I can’t count it all,” Bruto said, spreading his hands, “Even if we only take one third, we could retire immediately once we get back. As a Dwarf, I never thought I’d say this, but I’m really scared of how much is there. You’ll understand what I mean when you see it for yourself.”

“But our purpose for adventuring wasn’t for wealth…”

Lancelot didn’t finish his sentence. To the others, the Human Knight’s figure suddenly blurred, and in the next moment, the handkerchief that had been lying on the ground appeared in his hands. At the same time, everyone heard the sonic boom characteristic of dragon wings flapping, and five figures—one large and four small—appeared in the distant sky. After circling for a while, they quickly flew toward Lancelot’s location.

“Uh, are they…” Bruto swallowed hard, “Big brother, should we… skedaddle?”

“What’s the rush? With such a massive Glacial Fortress disappearing, they won’t make a move until they figure out how we managed it,” Lancelot said, though he still held the Emblem that could take him back to Twin Bridges Town tightly in his hand, “And Svafnir’s savings should surely satisfy that Red Dragon, right?”

Half a minute later, five Giant Dragons landed one after another beside them. A flash of Transformation Magic’s light twinkled, and the Halfling Pakos reappeared before them, along with four other female Half-Dragon People.

“Oh my, Sir Lancelot, you aren’t already eager to leave, are you?” Pakos said with what appeared to be a sincere smile, “Our cooperation this time has been really enjoyable. Oh oh oh, what is that? Armor forged from platinum? It does look very pretty…”

“This is a relic of Dain Frostbeard, a Platinum Guard of Moradin who went missing in the Abyss years ago,” Lancelot said cautiously, nodding politely to the Halfling. “If you find any more relics related to him, please be sure to contact us. You must know the extraordinary significance such items hold for Dwarves, and I assure you, I can offer you a price you won’t be able to refuse.”

“I hope the ‘unrefusable’ you’re speaking of means the amount of gold and gemstones, not…” Pakos waved his hand upward, “It’s said that the Prince of Wrath erupts over trifling matters, so how would he react to such a serious issue? He wouldn’t just die from anger… Poor fellow, all this over a Dwarf relic…”

“Then let’s keep it a secret from him forever,” Lancelot replied with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, “It’s better for both of us, isn’t it?”

“Don’t underestimate the capabilities of the Abyssal Lord; they’ll unearth the truth sooner or later, but the process might be a long one. With any luck, you’ll have died by then, with your souls resting comfortably in a realm of Divine Power, waiting for the doomsday to come,” Pakos shrugged, “But… if you ever need a place to lay low, you’re welcome to have a drink or two at the Tears of Lazzaka.”

Lancelot paused, then broke into a sincere smile and nodded faintly, saying:

“Alright, thank you very much.”

“Why that look? I didn’t say it was on the house.” The Halfling grimaced disgustingly and pulled a pouch from his waist, tossing it to Lancelot, “Here, take it. That’s your share of the spoils, along with a little gift from me.”

“Our spoils?” Lancelot was surprised as he caught the pouch, “You didn’t have to do this; we agreed that everything in Svafnir’s Lair was yours…”

“But that doesn’t include itself.”

Taken aback, Lancelot’s Divine Sense reached into the bag, and his expression immediately changed. The Dimensional Bag itself was extraordinary, its space more than ten times larger than the one he had retrieved from the Succubus’s corpse. Inside were not one but two White Dragon corpses, large and small. It wasn’t ordinary loot. Even though Pakos was reluctant to admit it, White Dragons were a type of True Dragon, with their entire bodies made of precious materials—Dragon Scales for Armor, sinews for bowstrings, bones and claws for weapon crafting, and even the mere heads were treasures worth a fortune as decorative pieces.

“Is this… for me?” Lancelot asked hesitantly, looking at the Halfling. “After all, they are… Yours…”

“Yes, but it would be too awkward for me to sell them myself, so I’m giving them to you,” the Halfling frowned, expressing his disgust, “Although you have also obtained what you wanted, I still need to express my gratitude. After all, without you, who knows how much more Bixiniya would have suffered… I presume you’ve already met, right?”

“This is indeed a very valuable gift,” Lancelot nodded and then bowed politely to the Half-Dragon People behind the Halfling, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Bixiniya, and the other ladies as well, things were too rushed before…”

“No worries, Sir Lancelot, we have time now, don’t we?” The Half-Dragon named Bixiniya flashed a somewhat intimidating smile and gestured towards the other female Half-Dragons, “They’ve decided to go with you, so allow me to introduce them…”