The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 299: 303 Pascaler

Chapter 299: Chapter 303 Pascaler

Last night, everyone had gotten plenty of rest. The next morning, bathed in the bright sunshine, the group left the doors of Warhammer Tavern and began riding northeast.

Of course, no one wore the armor that Dag had worked on the previous night, except maybe to risk injuring their mounts. Besides, wearing such armor on the entire southern bank of Hoffenstan River would have been too embarrassing.

The prince of Seren, the Elf General of Androlina, Acheron Mingyan, joined them. Had it not been for his voice, the group would have hardly recognized him. His hair was now as white as snow, and his skin as black as charcoal, making him the spitting image of a Zoel Elf.

“Your costume looks quite convincing,” Bruto commented to Acheron, who was sitting backward on the rump of Lancelot’s mighty Nightmare, “You almost look identical to the Dark Elves from Twin Bridges Town.”

“Are Zoel common around there?” Alamir asked curiously.

“Some, but not many; most visit as mercenaries or in trade caravans,” Acheron shook his head, “Thanks to their infamous Goddess, even the Demons have a certain respect for the Zoel. When there’s a Zoel or two in a team, they subconsciously assume that the Zoel is the leader or the mastermind behind everything.”

“An accurate assessment,” the skull atop Lancelot’s sword hilt spoke up dryly, “Even if the Zoel is an imposter, it still applies.”

The group was taken aback for a moment, then they all burst into laughter.

The rest of the journey went very smoothly, despite having a Succubus and a Dark Elf in the team, the people they encountered on the road merely cast curious glances at them, clearly word of what had happened in the castle the day before had spread like a bird with wings.

They traveled all day and finally reached Pascaler before sunset. It was a typical front-line fortress, with sturdy walls and tall watchtowers, deterring any force from crossing the Hoffenstan River less than a quarter of a mile away. Although the river was narrower here, making it an ideal crossing point for large forces, any Demon army that tried would be met with a fierce counterattack from the Fortress Garrison.@@@@

Even though they were using blunt swords, a straight thrust was still severe enough to cause significant injury. The momentarily distracted warrior knelt on the ground, clutching his wrist and howling in pain, his thumb hanging by only a thread of flesh and skin.

“Priest! Call the priest!” the one who had accidentally injured his comrade shouted in panic, dropping his weapon and running towards him, “God, Bechsen, why didn’t you dodge just now...”

But a figure with bat-like wings was faster. Elothysia placed her hand on the injured soldier’s shoulder, and a flash of golden light passed by as holy healing energy surged into his body. Flesh sizzled as it grew back, and the wound healed at a visible rate. In no time at all, the human soldier who had just been crying out in pain was as good as new.

“Uh, thank you, kind...” The companion of the injured soldier began to express his gratitude but then choked on his words. He had just realized that the one who had extended help was a Succubus, utilizing the signature skill of the Holy Warriors, the Holy Healing Technique.

Elothysia merely smiled and then turned to rejoin her companions.

“What did I tell you?” Lancelot glanced at Acheron beside him, “She’s a true Paladin.”

“A Succubus in the Abyss, a place belonging to creatures of the Heavens, channeling holy energy to heal a human injured in a moment of distraction.” The Elf Prince with Zoel features shrugged, “Now I’ve seen everything.”

“I’ve heard many rumors about you, both good and bad, most of them too strange to believe,” the martial monk leading the way said with interest as he looked at Elothysia, “The saying goes, seeing is believing, and it seems that the strangest rumors happen to be true. I hope everything goes well for you, Succubus, and I look forward to fighting alongside you.”

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