The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 582 - 606 Finish Drinking the Wine

Chapter 582: Chapter 606: Finish Drinking the Wine Chapter 582: Chapter 606: Finish Drinking the Wine “Ha ha ha ha ha! You want me, what? To kill another ancient white dragon?” the Halfling burst into an uncontrollable laughter, “That’s truly the best joke I’ve heard today… Wait, what is that expression? Are you serious?”

“I hope I’m not saying anything taboo, but I do believe Svafnir is no match for you,” Lancelot nodded gravely, “Moreover, it’s been wounded in a battle with a Titan, and shouldn’t have fully recovered so quickly.”

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“But it’s still an ancient dragon, with magic and power beyond your wildest imagination, and the Iron Ice Plains is its home turf.” Pakos’s face darkened, “That place is barren, cold, and downright unpleasant. If that’s why you’re here to see me, then this conversation is over. Why do you think I hole up in Mogrondale? It’s safe, too strong demons can’t come in, and making money is easy here. Listen, little fellows, I have a good impression of you, including that werewolf in the corner who has been trembling since we started, but that goodwill is worth about a cocktail, and not a drop more.”

“I completely understand, I wouldn’t accept such a request either…” Lancelot reached into his bosom and pulled out a stone with golden patterns on its surface, “But perhaps you’d be interested in taking a look inside Svafnir’s lair?”

“You actually got into its lair?” Pakos naturally recognized that it was a Perception Stone and seemed a bit interested, “Let me appraise the quality of that fool’s treasure vault…”

Lancelot silently handed over the stone, then leaned back in his chair, carefully watching the other’s expression. He had watched that memory segment many times before, and as the Halfling activated the stone, Lancelot saw the same scene in his mind.

At first, the images of the treasures beneath the ice thrilled the Halfling, but when the perspective shifted to the bottom of the dragon’s lair and the captured female dragon appeared on the screen, the relaxed look on Pakos’s face vanished instantly. A fleeting murderous aura even made the hairs on Lancelot’s neck stand up, but he held back the urge to leap from his chair, continuing to sit still and expressionless.

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The footage within the Perception Stone lasted less than a minute, and when the Halfling opened his eyes again, Lancelot noticed his pupils had turned to vertical slits.

“How long ago was this?” Pakos asked Lancelot grimly, unable to hide his emotions any longer, “Please tell the truth, I would appreciate it.”

“Not too long ago, three weeks.”

“Who is that white dragon?”

“Svafnir’s son. The ancient white dragon himself is guarding the Prince of Wrath’s fortress, but this is indeed his lair…”

“I can tell, an adult white dragon couldn’t have amassed that much treasure. How did you get in? White Dragons usually build their nests on top of snow mountains or glaciers, places not easily accessible to creatures without wings.”

“There are many tunnels within the mountain. The white dragon tolerated a group of Fencer Trolls who worshipped it as a god. We set up a hidden Teleportation Formation within the tunnels. It allows us to teleport into that realm at any time, less than a mile from the dragon’s nest.”

“You really plotted this burglary to the last detail…” the Halfling grabbed a bottle in front of him and took a big gulp. It was filled with ingredients from the cocktail he had just made, “Svafnir… what’s his situation now?”

“Just as I said, he’s stationed in front of the Prince of Wrath’s old lair. The battle with the Titan pierced a few holes in his wings, and his left foreclaw seems unusable too, but we’re not sure about his current state of recovery. You might have more experience in this area.” Lancelot also picked up the glass in front of him and sipped gently, “Additionally, we did a simple test. If the lair is attacked, he can return within ten minutes. We don’t know how he does it, there might be some kind of spatial fold in the high sky, but he can appear that quickly.”

“Where did you appear from? The hole at the top?”

“Yes,” Lancelot nodded, “Honorable Mr. Pakos, may I take it that you are now seriously considering our proposal?”

The Halfling didn’t respond immediately but looked at Lancelot with a peculiar gaze. That gaze was both like a judge scrutinizing a criminal and a gourmet evaluating dinner, capable of awakening the innate fear etched in human bones. Sweat instantly streamed down Lancelot’s forehead; the individual sitting before him was no longer a cunning Halfling innkeeper but a savage beast from ancient times, pondering the tastiest way to cook him.

However, Lancelot withstood that pressure, relying solely on sheer willpower. He wasn’t just a Spiritual Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage, but also a veteran who survived the war. Even if Pakos could easily kill Lancelot physically, he wouldn’t surrender to mere mental pressure.

“Those treasures frozen beneath the layer of ice…” Pakos said slowly, his tone entirely different from before, “are quite alluring.”

“Of course, the legends say Svafnir followed Kostcheqi to plunder countless worlds, and the Prince of Wrath cherishes the act of slaughter more than the wealth obtained through it.” Lancelot nodded slightly, “But for you, it’s probably not the treasures that are most attractive…”

“Nor is it for you. You just want the White Dragon dead because he stands in your way, right?” the Halfling shrugged indifferently, “Let’s talk about how the spoils shall be divided… I can help you kill the Ancient White Dragon, but everything in his lair, every coin, every gemstone, every magical item, all must go to me. Don’t give me any nonsense; this is a very fair remuneration, because once that mongrel is dead, whatever you’re planning will surely be pinned on me. I don’t know what you’re up to, and I don’t care, but from the rumors about Androlina, this blame isn’t something just anyone can bear.”

“Just like our last partnership,” Lancelot said with an ironic smile on his face, “I’d wager that all of Mogrondale is now buzzing that the Human Knight who killed Satugura has returned!”

“So, you agree?”

“What choice do I have? If you wish, you could kill us all at any moment.”

“Theoretically, indeed, but I rather like you, at least for now,” the Halfling revealed a strange smile more suited to a reptile, “Moreover, you’ll have to deal with Svafnir’s son yourselves, and I will quietly hide at the side. That way, when the Ancient White Dragon returns to his nest, I can give him an enormous surprise, like a birthday party the guest of honor knows nothing about…”

“Fine,” Lancelot nodded, “Is there anything else you require, Mr. Pakos?”

“No, that’s all. When can you set out?”

“Anytime.”

“Perfect, then hurry up and finish your drink in that cup.”