The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 455 - 470 Pacification

Lancelot and Bruto quickly pushed the door and walked in, to a spacious and luxurious stone hall with a thick red fur carpet on the floor and glowing magic crystals hanging from the ceiling to provide illumination. On both sides of the walls were many display cases, filled with exquisitely crafted weapons, armor, and artifacts, and the enraged Succubus Lord was standing before an empty pedestal.

Her face was contorted like an angry lioness’s, her normally smooth hair looking as if it had been struck by lightning, standing on end, while her eyes, blazing red, were like rubies under the spotlight. Lancelot had never seen Tijana so furious before. Three members of the Craftsmen Committee were being pressed to the ground by an invisible force, and more Dwarves were shivering in a corner.

Despite the absence of any attendants by the Succubus Lord’s side, her presence still dominated everyone.

"What on earth have you done? Where is the object that used to be on this pedestal?" Lancelot strode forward, first berating the Dwarves lying on the ground, and then attempting to pacify the Succubus Lord, "Calm down, my lady, skinning anyone won’t solve the problem, and no matter what has been lost, I guarantee I can find it for you."

"They took away the Cross Pickaxe!" Tijana said with venom, "I agreed to have it displayed here, not to be handled by them!"

"The Cross Pickaxe?" Lancelot looked surprised, "The one we got back from Oasis Fort?"

"Dain Frostbeard’s Cross Pickaxe!" Bruto spoke up in urgency, "That’s a Relic of our Frostforge Clan’s ancestors! Where did you take it?"

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One of the members of the Craftsmen Committee tried to speak, but his face turned red as if an invisible arm was choking him. Lancelot mustered courage, stepped forward, and patted the Succubus Lord’s back, trying to calm her down a bit.

His rather ordinary pat did have some effect, as Tijana violently swung her arm, sending the three Dwarves who had been lying down tumbling into the air, and then crashing back onto the ground with force. Such an impact wasn’t much for a Dwarf, and now they could breathe normally.

"Terribly sorry, Lady Tijana, we thought..."

"Get to the point," Lancelot interrupted the Dwarf’s excuses promptly, "Where is that Cross Pickaxe now?"

"Temple of Moradin," the commissioner replied at once, "It’s being safely kept there; I saw it myself a few days ago."

"And where is this temple?"

Hearing this, a look of struggle appeared on the faces of the three Dwarves, seemingly reluctant to disclose the location of the temple. Seeing this, Lancelot quickly said:

"My lady, you just want to retrieve that Cross Pickaxe, not dismantle Moradin’s Temple, right?"

"Of course," Tijana realized that she might have caused a misunderstanding among the Dwarves, "I have no interest in your blasted temple!"

"Chief Commissioner Adrick Braunanwell, let me remind you that the Cross Pickaxe was commissioned to be retrieved by Lady Tijana, which my partners and I risked our lives to take back," Lancelot patiently explained, "I remember the situation very well; Tijana said she allowed the Holy Relic to be kept within Twin Bridges Town, right here in the hall of the Craftsmen Committee, you indeed have no right to take it away."

"But, but that’s a Platinum Guard’s Relic, and the Father God’s Temple is obviously a more suitable place for it..."

"However, the Cross Pickaxe isn’t yours, taking it out of the city without permission is the same as theft," Lancelot said, mixing a bit of True Yuan into his voice to make it more persuasive, "Which means that the Cross Pickaxe is now stolen goods, and is it honor or desecration to place stolen goods in the Father God’s Temple?"

The three Dwarf commissioners of the Craftsmen Committee looked at each other with a strong sense that something was off, but they couldn’t find a reason to refute Lancelot. Eventually, the commissioner who led the group could only nod helplessly and said:

"The Temple is in the Shattered Mountain Range’s Ironspike Peak..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tijana waved her hand to conjure a Portal, and on the other side was the red Ironspike Peak.

"The Cross Pickaxe had better still be in that temple, or else your head will replace it on this rack!" Tijana threatened fiercely, "Lead the way, I want to take it back now!"

"Hurry up and grab your weapons, if we are attacked, it’s your responsibility to protect the Lord’s safety," Lancelot quickly added. Though it sounded like a domineering command, it was actually a further step to ease the relationship between both parties. Indeed, as he had expected, Tijana didn’t voice any objection, and the Dwarves ran off as if a burden had been lifted from their shoulders.

"I don’t need their protection at all," Tijana’s complaint echoed in Lancelot’s heart, still sounding quite angry, "These Dwarves are too much!"

"Of course, I know, but pushing them further doesn’t do us any favors," Lancelot responded through their telepathic link, "By the way, what do you need the Cross Pickaxe for?"

"You’ll find out in a bit."

At that moment, the three armed Dwarves returned. The Succubus Lord didn’t say another word and walked straight into the Portal, with Lancelot hurrying to follow. On the other side of the Portal was the top of Ironspike Peak, an unremarkable peak within the Shattered Mountain Range, and it was hard to imagine that it concealed Moradin’s Temple.

To the north and dozens of miles away was the blurry outline of Twin Bridges Town, which from this distance looked like a battleship on the Stygian River. Behind them, Bruto and the three Dwarf commissioners had also stepped through, their attention immediately captured by the sight of Twin Bridges Town, causing them to involuntarily stop and gaze.

A sharp bird cry rang out, breaking the temporary silence among them. Lancelot was all too familiar with that sound, he looked up to see about a dozen Flomos diving down from the sky, seeming to consider the group that had suddenly appeared as their prey.

"Be on guard, directly above!" Lancelot shouted, Frostslash appearing instantly in his hand, "Bruto, remember how to deal with these guys?"

"Of course!" The young Dwarf had started twirling his hammer in his hand, ready to throw it, "The first one’s mine, don’t fight me for it!"

The three commissioners each raised their Shields, forming a defensive formation to encircle Tijana. Although not professional warriors, every Dwarf possessed decent military training and willingly executed Lancelot’s order to protect the Succubus Lord whose strength was far above their own.

"Fools," Tijana said impatiently, looking at the flying Demons quickly approaching, "wasting my time."