The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 547 - 571 The Handsome Title

Chapter 547: Chapter 571: The Handsome Title Chapter 547: Chapter 571: The Handsome Title The next day, everyone returned to the Gate of Stroddet to prepare for their meeting with the Frost Giantess Priestess Gertie.

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It must be said that the Teleportation Formation they had set up was incredibly useful. Aside from the cost of one thousand Gold Coins per scroll, it was almost the perfect way to travel.

As a man… with a sense of responsibility, Lancelot had specifically brought up this issue during last night’s mental communication. After all, they had used four Teleportation Scrolls in just a few days, and that was no small sum. But Tijana assured him there was no need to worry. Kostcheqi was known for being extremely xenophobic, and a teleportation system covering the main locations within the Iron Ice Plains was certainly in demand, starting at one hundred thousand.

“I can assure you with my hand on my heart that it won’t be less than that number,” Tijana had said to Lancelot at the time, along with two soft thuds, “If there’s even one less, I’ll pay you out of my own pocket!”

Apart from the topic of expenses, Lancelot also updated Tijana with the latest developments, the next plan, and the supplies that might be needed. During this process, the Succubus Lord was like a true monarch, displaying a highly professional attitude. After understanding all the intelligence, she told Lancelot to go ahead with his plans, and that she would take care of any equipment, props, or Spell Scrolls that were needed.

The agreed meeting place was not far from where the group was hiding, but to their surprise, the other party had already arrived. Several Frost Giants sat in a circle on the snowy ground, and from the snow piled on their shoulders, it seemed they had been sitting there for quite some time. The female Frost Giant today was clearly dressed with care, wearing a pure white wolf fur cloak over her shoulders, adorned with a neat necklace of wolf fangs around her neck, making her beautiful face appear even more noble.

“Good day, Madam Orioel Stardot,” greeted Lancelot proactively, “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting too long…”

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“By the standards of giants, not too long,” Gertie and the other Frost Giants rose together which was quite imposing, “Ready to exchange life for money, mercenary?”

“Indeed, it is life in exchange for money, Gjollgard’s life,” Lancelot shrugged, “Where’s the thing I want?”

Gertie stared at Lancelot with a severe look, but the latter appeared completely unbothered, as if waiting for the other party to exchange lunch with him. After a brief silence, the female Frost Giant decided to end the pointless standoff. She signaled to one of her followers, and a large animal skin bag was hurled towards Lancelot with a force between ‘I want to give this to you’ and ‘I want to smash you with it.’

This show of force seemed somewhat childish to Lancelot. He casually caught the incoming bag and directly stashed it into his Dimensional Bag at his waist. Sensing the Spiritual Energy, he didn’t need to look to know that Gertie hadn’t played any tricks with the payment. It seemed that the trick he had shown last time they parted had a good effect.

“Received,” the Human Knight nodded gravely, “As long as Gjollgard is not dead, I will bring him back to you.”

“Lord Gjollgard is a Demi-god, foolish human,” the Frost Giantess Priestess rolled her eyes, “Death will only set him free.”

“Fine,” shrugged Lancelot, “As long as you know what I mean.”

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Because he didn’t want to expose the existence of the Teleportation Formation, Lancelot wasn’t in a hurry to take action. He let his companions rest well in the demi-plane, while he himself hid in the ice cavern beneath the White Dragon’s Lair, devoted to cultivation. After the recent battles, he felt a trend of imminent breakthrough in his realm, which indeed needed to be properly “consolidated.”

Furthermore, Lancelot held a bit of a lucky mentality, according to the beliefs of this world, since the White Dragon was one of the True Dragons, cultivating near its lair might bring some benefits, right?

Regrettably, he didn’t sense any Dragon’s Qi at all, though he did absorb a lot of cold air. However, it wasn’t entirely without benefits, after more than ten days of dedicated cultivation, the power within his body became more “stable.” Due to the nature of the Abyss—or the Plains of the Abyss—the Spiritual Energy that Lancelot had always absorbed was extremely “volatile,” which was why he seldom exerted his full strength in battle. He was afraid that if the power in his body went out of control, he might suffer some permanent transformations—to have antlers, bat wings, or tails was one thing, but he feared growing a couple more mouths or seven or eight eyes or something of that sort. That would truly be unacceptable to him.

The days spent in seclusion for cultivation were actually not dull at all, in fact, in the “selfless” state during cultivation, Lancelot hardly felt the passage of time. But when he realized that a breakthrough was not forthcoming in the short term, he decisively ended his seclusion to seek challenges in the real world.

On a dark night, Lancelot gathered all his companions, and they quietly reached the teleportation point beneath Gjollgard Fortress, officially commencing the long-planned operation.

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, the Human Knight reached out and grasped the strange vine in the center of the cave. As True Yuan was gradually infused into it, the entire mountain started to tremble slightly. The tremor lasted for less than a minute before stopping, and the vine in Lancelot’s hand began to shrink continuously, eventually turning into a thumb-thick, fifteen-foot long, dark green rope.

But the moment the “condensed” vine hit the ground, the whole mountain shook, and everyone’s face changed. The Dwarf immediately ran to the side of the vine and, using both hands and putting in all his strength, he barely managed to lift a small segment.

“Is this denser than Mithril?” Bruto said with disbelief written all over his face, “How can it be so heavy?!”

“It has tunneled through this mountain, what did you expect?” Lancelot walked forward and single-handedly picked up a section of the vine, looking equally strained, “I can’t use this thing right now either. Better pack it away for now; it might come in handy later.”

“So is it finished?” Bruto asked curiously, “Is the tunnel through?”

“The bottom of the rift is through. The top is less than three feet from the fortress, and those zombie giants will break through as soon as they hit it,” Lancelot dusted off his hands, “Let’s stick to the original plan and have the Undead go up first, we’ll mix in and follow.”

“Ah, I hope the guards in that fortress aren’t too weak, I don’t want them all dead before I get there,” Bruto patted the hammer on his waist, “Eh, why haven’t I heard any noise? When are those giant corpses going to start moving?”

“They won’t move until I give the order,” Lancelot shrugged, then suddenly his face fell, “Speaking of which, what’s my title again?”

“The Savior of Oasis Fort, Mogrondale, and Pascaler, sworn protector against Demons, Paladin of the Abyss,” Little Issa immediately recited, “It’s really cool, brother, go and shout it out to those zombies!”