Chapter 239: Chapter 233: Small Details
“Satugura did indeed ntion Bayer, but wasn’t that forr Archduke already stripped of his command? Why would he be involved?”
“You ask , but whom shall I ask? I too sensed the aura of the Demon through the emblem and turned my attention here—just in ti to hear the self-disclosure of the mastermind behind the scenes. Only a fool would commit misdeeds and feel compelled to disclose everything as if they would suffocate otherwise.” Pakos paced toward the only remaining corpse on the ground, “It seems that Bayer too is a fool—having been stripped of his position and yet still so proactive. Is he really planning to beco Zariel’s dog? Maybe next ti the Dragon Queen summons, I should ask her opinion…”
The Halfling transford from a Giant Dragon stretched his short legs and flipped the charred remains that had belonged to the ‘Great Arbiter’ Satugura. But his brow furrowed, and he stepped on what was barely recognizable as a head, crushing it entirely. A blood-red gemstone rolled out from the charred remains, and Pakos picked it up with his hand.
“It seems Bayer did indeed ddle with sothing. Otherwise, this fool would have been burned to nothing,” the Halfling appeared greatly interested in the sparkling gemstone, examining it back and forth in his hand, “I guess the secret is mostly hidden in this stone—it’s what made Satugura believe he could truly beco a Bartez, or at least convinced that fool to believe he could.”
Although Lancelot’s face showed no expression, his heart was stirring with turmoil—there was an identical gemstone quietly lying in the junk pile inside his Dinsional Bag.
That was when he had first arrived at the Abyss, encountering Han Tianzun. At that ti, Han Tianzun had slain a half-man, half-horse Demon using the Flying Sword Technique, and a similar gemstone was found within the skull of the corpse. But afterwards, he was imrsed in the thrill of successful sensing, then he t Bruto, and soon acquired many more beautiful gemstones, so he almost completely forgot about that special red gemstone.
But now, recalling it, the matter didn’t seem ordinary. At that ti, Lancelot had little concept of the classification of Demon levels, yet the strength of that half-man, half-horse Demon should have already reached the Lesser Lord level. In the chaotically distributed Plains of the Abyss, a Demon of the Lesser Lord level could not possibly be a simple character.
If this type of red gemstone was indeed the unique thod of the forr Demon Archduke, Bayer, then the matter beca quite interesting. But the information he held was still too little; once this mission was completed, he definitely needed to brief Tijana on this intelligence.
Between the Demons and Demons, these two battling Fiend races, Lancelot had no preference. According to Kalalin’s words, most forces in the Multiverse hoped the blood war would continue indefinitely. It was fortunate for everyone that the lower-denizens expended their energies annihilating each other; Lancelot quite agreed with this notion.
But there was one little problem—he had interfered with the Devil’s plans on several occasions. Rumor had it that to make an enemy of one Devil was to make an enemy of all Devils, and they were particularly vindictive. And how many tis had Lancelot foiled the Devils’ plans? The first was at Oasis Fort, the second was retrieving the Eye of Sarizdon. If the incident with Han Tianzun was also counted against him, that totalled three tis already.
The Devils were like that, either oppose them or join them; there was no third option—at least that was how they proclaid. The Demons were different; if you provoked one Demon, others wouldn’t help it and might even push you towards it, their hatred towards each other often rivaling their hatred of the Devils.
Moreover, he did not wish to see the Devil’s armies walking on the streets of Twin Bridges Town. This Neutral Town was his sanctuary, where his friends lived, where he knew the streets, his ho.
He was not alone in holding such views. Twin Bridges Town had a strange characteristic: whether the Dwarves in the Craftsn’s District always complaining about too much work, or the rcenaries lingering in taverns and markets, or even the Fiends and Vampires who had settled there, they all saw Twin Bridges Town as a place worth protecting.
Of course, all these reasons combined still did not weigh as much as one na to him.
Tijana.
It had to be admitted, at first Lancelot had indeed been attracted to the Succubus Lord’s supernatural beauty, but now the situation was no longer the sa. He appreciated Tijana herself more and more, enjoyed the ti spent with her, approved of her way of doing things, rather than her seductive body.
But saying this seed like an excuse for himself…
“Hey! What are you thinking about?”
The transford Halfling from a Giant Dragon brought Lancelot’s drifting thoughts back as he stood in front of the Human Knight, gesturing for Lancelot to catch the gemstone that he had dug out from the brain of the forr Lord of Withering’s corpse.
“Our kind usually don’t like handing shiny stones to others, so you’d better take it quickly,” Pakos said in a tone that was bland yet slightly threatening, “before I change my mind.”
Lancelot quickly reached out and took the red stone. The mont he touched it, he was sure it was the sa thing as the other gemstone he had received earlier.
“Good,” Pakos watched Lancelot with satisfaction, “Just one last thing now.”
The implication in the other’s words tightened Lancelot’s heart; was the Giant Dragon still planning to kill to silence him?
“Ah, look at you all nervous, it’s a good thing,” the Halfling’s face broke into a broad smile, but Lancelot couldn’t detect a hint of amusent in his eyes, “I want you guys to stick to the original plan, bring that black bead wrapped in vines back to Mogrondale. You might be summoned by the elders of Skeleton Tower, they will ask you so questions, tell them everything you know, except you’ll need to alter one detail slightly.”
“You want us to hide the part about you?”
“A red Giant Dragon suddenly appears, breathing destructive flas, and then all of you were saved? That story is too exaggerated, no one would believe it, right?”
“But how should Satugura be explained?”
“Before that fool died, didn’t he confess everything? He betrayed Mogrondale under the temptation of Demons, convinced that he had beco a Bartez, and you still hold the crucial evidence in your hand—the red gemstone. As for who exactly he died at the hands of…” the Halfling winked at Lancelot, “who else could it be but you?”
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