The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 622 - 646: Being Kind to Others

Chapter 622: Chapter 646: Being Kind to Others

The confronting parties were a male Half-Orc and a female Tiflin. The Half-Orc had a sloped forehead, a protruding chin, and sharp canine teeth protruding from his lips. He was almost as tall as Lancelot, and his muscular body was clad in iron ring chainmail, his hand constantly spinning a double-bladed long-handled battle axe that gleamed coldly.

The female Tiflin stood about six feet tall, with a slender body covered in dark red skin. She had a pair of antelope-like horns protruding from her head and black eyeballs with white pupils that gave an unsettling appearance. She was wrapped in light leather that Lancelot was sure offered no protection, but it did reduce noise during vigorous movement and prevented unnecessary scrapes. Her weapons were a pair of wave-shaped shortswords; their destructive power might not match her opponent’s axe, but if they hit the right spot, they were still deadly.

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Seeing that a bloody encounter was about to unfold, Lancelot rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, but sensing a rapidly approaching presence, he knew there was no need for him to intervene.

The Half-Orc let out a wild roar and charged at his opponent like a massive boulder rolling down a hillside. However, his opponent disappeared suddenly, and in her place were four sharp longswords that firmly locked the battle axe which was raised above the head and had not yet swung down. Two more swords were placed at the Half-Orc’s neck, preventing him from moving any further.

The one who made the move was Solheim, who Lancelot was looking for, and the other party in the duel, the female Tiflin with dark red skin, was now tightly wrapped by a thick serpent tail, seemingly squeezed to the point of expelling the air from her lungs.

“Step back, Orc,” the six-armed Serpent Demon said coldly, “unless you want to invite me for another breakfast.”

The Half-Orc retreated shakily, and the Tiflin was thrown to the ground beside him. All the onlookers scattered with a whoosh, as the frightening image of the Serpent Demon evoked the deepest fear in people’s hearts.

“Rule number one, mercenaries hired by Twin Bridges Town are forbidden to attack each other,” Solheim’s gaze swept over the crowd. “If you really can’t restrain yourselves, at least don’t do so in public. I don’t like repeating myself, so there will be no warning next time. Everyone, remember that!!!”

“Yes, Madam!”

“As you wish, Madam!”

“Understood!”

Scattered responses followed, and Solheim then spotted Lancelot standing behind the crowd. She tilted her head at the Human Knight and swam back to another room on the other side of the hall.

The three companions exchanged glances and walked towards the room where the Serpent Demon had disappeared. Lancelot chose not to pass directly through the crowd but walked discreetly along the edge of the hall. Occasionally, some troublemakers deliberately stood in his way, but Lancelot didn’t bother with them, shrugging his shoulders and walking around.

Had it been the old him, he would never have overlooked such provocative behavior, but after so long in Spiritual Cultivation, Lancelot had grown not only in strength but also in temperament. Plus, knowing what he had done, he didn’t need to assert his presence through others’ fear, so he believed it was better to avoid making a fuss.

But among a group of mercenaries, there is always a desire to establish a pecking order, and Lancelot’s avoidance made him a target for some. A Human warrior, a head shorter than him but nearly twice as wide, blocked his path, followed by a Goblin Bear in chainmail armor and a Tiflin Samurai with purple skin.

“Where do you think you’re going, kinsman?” The blocking Human warrior once again stood in Lancelot’s detouring path, his face wearing a malevolent and insincere smile, “It’s not easy to find one of our kind in a place like this, aren’t you going to buy me a drink?”

The man stood with arms crossed, his palms far from the hilt of his weapon, looking convinced that after the Serpent Demon’s recent warning, the target he had chosen for establishing his authority wouldn’t dare draw a sword against him. Lancelot let out a sigh, turned his head to look around, and found that many people had already turned their gaze in their direction.

“Move aside, sir, you’re blocking my way.”

There was neither fear nor tension in Lancelot’s voice, as if he was merely refusing an overly enthusiastic peddler.

“How am I blocking your way? I see you and I are both human, just trying to greet you.” The warrior with a sly smile raised his voice, “Or are you saying you’ve heard of ‘Stonebreaker’ Wesley and want to give me all of your first week’s pay to secure my protection? Hahahaha…”

“I’m sorry, but I haven’t signed a contract yet, so I haven’t received a single coin.” Lancelot shrugged his shoulders, his voice still calm, “Do you understand what I mean?”

“What?” The ruffian named Wesley feigned surprise and exclaimed, “So you’re saying… you’re not a hired mercenary yet? That means I can attack you right now without worrying about any consequences?”

“That’s correct.” Lancelot nodded, “The reverse is also true.”

The man finally realized what the calm demeanor of the person in front of him meant, and his face instantly changed colors, subconsciously reaching for the handle of the knife at his waist. But Lancelot’s right hand had already moved like lightning, clamping onto the man’s neck before he could react.

“Ahh, too slow,” Lancelot shook his head.

“Heh…heheh…”

The human warrior, known as Stonebreaker, emitted a hoarse whimper. He still managed to draw his knife and swing it at Lancelot, but the iron grip on his neck made it hard for him to control his muscles. The haphazard strike hit the Human Knight’s armor, creating nothing but an annoying noise without causing any damage.

Wesley’s lackeys, who were behind him, only reacted at this moment, about to step forward to help, but the next scene made them completely lose the courage to interfere—Lancelot exerted strength with one hand, lifting his opponent off the ground. The latter completely dropped his weapon, grabbing Lancelot’s wrist with both hands, desperately trying to pry open a space for breathing.

A gasp rose from the crowd of onlookers; considering the man’s size, plus his armor, he must weigh close to three hundred pounds. And this Human Knight could actually lift him with one hand; how terrifyingly strong must he be?

“What now!” The angry voice of the Serpent Demon echoed from the other end of the hall, “Damn it, Sir Lancelot, come here, stop fooling around!”

Upon hearing this, Lancelot very cooperatively set the man in his hands down gently, even patted the man’s back as he bent over coughing in a friendly manner, and said with a still calm voice:

“Welcome to Twin Bridges Town, a useful piece of advice—mind being friendly to people, it tends to keep you out of trouble.”