Chapter 108 – 102: The Secret of the Signature Dish
“Phil!!”
A piercing howl of a wolf echoed as old Reap suddenly leaped from the ground and pounced toward the culprit responsible for the explosion.
Lancelot looked towards where the Demon had been trapped. The cobwebs were evidently flammable; the blaze from the explosion first ignited them and then blew them apart. If Oasis Fort had been a town mainly built of wood, a terrible fire would have already begun.
The three Demons at the center naturally couldn’t have survived the blast. If they had spent the ti they were staring dumbfounded at the bomb trying to get free of the web, they might have had a sliver of hope, but now their bodies had been blown into a hundred pieces, evenly scattered over a nine-foot radius, dead beyond any doubt.
Faced with the ferociously approaching Werewolf bartender, Phil frantically began running circles around the Dwarf Guards, attempting to avoid capture by the angry victim. But his short Goblin legs were obviously no match for the half-Werewolf Reap, who caught him by the collar and lifted him high into the air.
“Easy, easy!” the Goblin cried out, “Your claws are hurting !”
“They! Were! Already! Tangled!” Reap’s terrifying wolf face roared in Phil’s face, showering him with saliva, “All you needed was a longer stick to poke them to death!”
“What’s wrong with using a bomb? I clearly left you plenty of ti to get away!” Phil argued anxiously, “Oh look, there’s a toe, here’s a nose, and what’s that lump of mush over there? The Demon’s little ding-dong? Why are they all over the place? Because my bomb did the job quick and well!!”
“I swear, if it happens again, I’ll twist off your head, have the chef from the Succubus Palace take care of it, and then eat it spoonful by spoonful!” The Werewolf raged with bloodshot eyes, and if his threatening words hadn’t sounded so logical, Lancelot might have thought he would actually lose control and tear the Goblin to pieces the next mont.
“Uh, excuse for a mont, we brought out that chef from the Succubus Palace,” Lancelot said, barely holding back his laughter, and pointed behind him, “As well as the top male host. Gentlen, please allow to introduce, this is Alamir, a Priest of the God of Love.”
“Uh, please disregard the first part of the introduction about ,” the Elf Priest walked over sowhat embarrassed, “As Sir Lancelot ntioned, I am a Priest of Shuni, and if you have any worries or questions about love, you can co to .”
“No way, you’re that Priest?!” Reap exclaid, dropping Phil to the ground, the latter also looking surprised at Alamir.
“Uh, as far as I know, there aren’t any other Priests from my forr colleagues,” Alamir said uncomfortably under the Werewolf’s intense gaze, “I guess you all are friends of Sir Lancelot?”
“Ah, friends might be a stretch, more like colleagues,” Reap retracted his claws and shook hands with Alamir, “That Goblin over there is Phil, just like , special agents under Tijana, Lord of Twin Bridges Town.”
“I’ve heard the na Tijana countless tis,” Alamir raised an eyebrow, “Many Succubi seem to admire her greatly.”
“You’ll find she’s indeed quite charismatic,” the Goblin joined in, “Pleased to et you, I’ve heard a lot about you. Uh, what did Lancelot ntion earlier? That the chef from the Succubus Palace was also brought out?”
“Ah! Right, right!” The Elf clapped his hands, “Thanks to your reminder, she should be waking up any minute now!”
Lancelot’s expression changed as he took out the Dinsional Bag, reached into it, and in an instant, the Halfling chef appeared before everyone.
“Oh, I like this trick,” Phil remarked, “but normally shouldn’t you start with a pigeon or a rabbit before you get to a live person?”
“Oh, Alamir, there you are,” Koula said, rubbing his eyes, “I was having a great dream where I lay amidst countless treasures. I was just about to count those beauties when I felt a big hand plucking out.”
“That big hand is still holding onto your collar,” Alamir pointed to the Halfling’s back, where Lancelot was gently setting Koula down on the ground.
“Oh, thank you!” Koula finally noticed his predicant, “Where is this? Have we co out yet?”
“Welco to the ground… of Oasis Fort,” Old Reap said with a grin to the Halfling, “You’re the chef skilled in cooking goblin brains, aren’t you?”
“Uh, actually, that dish was never made with goblin brains,” Koula admitted, embarrassed, “Just use so beans, fat, fish at, and egg whites, and you can create that soft and tender white stuff, tastes really amazing.”
“What a pity, I was hoping you could do sothing with this guy’s brain,” the half-werewolf glared fiercely at the goblin, “So he won’t blow us all to smithereens one day with his bombs!”
At this point, the four Dwarf Temple Guards also finished tending to their wounds and walked towards Lancelot’s group. Bruto’s eyes lit up, and he hurriedly went forward to greet them:
“Uncle Witt!” The bearded succubus called out to the Dwarf Priest, “Are you guys alright?”
“By Moradin, Bruto? Is that you?” The Dwarves looked completely shocked by Bruto’s present form. They were well aware of the details of the plan but had not actually seen the transford appearances of Lancelot’s group.
“It’s , haha!” Bruto took off his Transforming Ring and reverted back to his Dwarven appearance, rushing up to give old Dwarf Witt a big hug, “We succeeded!”
“Why did you have to take off that ring before hugging ? I’ve seen plenty of succubi in Twin Bridges Town, but no one could compare to you!” Priest Witt chuckled, “Those demons’ whiskers are poisonous, but we Dwarves are not afraid of such mild poison. However, their weapons did give us quite a bit of trouble, just a scratch would cause unstoppable bleeding, but luckily you all arrived.
Did you get the Cross Pickaxe? Where is it?”
“It’s with ,” Lancelot said, taking the Cross Pickaxe out of the Dinsional Bag and handing it to Witt, “Take a look, was this worth risking so much for?”
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Upon seeing the Cross Pickaxe, the Dwarf Priest’s expression beca very serious. He carefully took it, murmuring sothing in Dwarven under his breath, his hands gently brushing the surface of the Cross Pickaxe.
A gold emblem appeared on the Cross Pickaxe, and Lancelot saw it was in the shape of a mountain with a gemstone within it, and next to it was a line of text written in Dwarven.
“That’s the emblem of Dumasong, the keeper of secret treasures among the Dwarven gods,” Kalalin explained to Lancelot, “With the power of this deity, any items related to the Dwarves can reveal much information to them.”
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