Chapter 924: Chapter 898: Returning to the Old Place_3
That was Lancelot’s trick. One of the most practical uses of Abyssal aura is its excellent fear-inducing effect on low-rank demons, even with a slight release. Lancelot was already very proficient in using it. After confirming with spirit perception that there was no one around, he pushed the stone away, climbed out of the well first, and then pulled his companions up to the surface one by one. After putting the stone back in place, they quickly left the alley and plunged into the bustling streets of Oasis Fortress.
In a way, Oasis Fortress is a replica of Twin Bridges Town. The streets here are also crowded with Blood War rcenaries, barmaids, and inter-dinsional rchants, with shops, taverns, and inns lining both sides. The difference is that this place is obviously more chaotic and more evil—slaves in shackles are seen everywhere, being publicly whipped and sold by their owners; half of the rcenaries look like they’ve just used so kind of hallucinogenic substance, while the other half seem like they just killed soone five minutes ago; as for the succubae and half-demons soliciting custors by the roadside, they would take hold of anything extended towards them, much like so kind of carnivorous plant.
Everything seems similar to Twin Bridges Town, yet everything is different from Twin Bridges Town. Lancelot found himself extrely detesting this place, and he was not unfamiliar with this feeling—the last ti he visited, he had the sa sensation. The difference was that last ti there was a goblin in his team, and the bombs that guy made made Lancelot miss them dearly.
Thinking of this, Lancelot felt a slight stir in his heart and gestured to his companions to ‘follow ’, then headed in a certain direction from mory. He led his companions to the edge of the comrcial district and found a peculiar bar. The bar seed to have been recently renovated, but it still retained its old sign, which depicted a rose-adorned wine glass.
Lancelot pushed the bar’s door open with so anticipation, leading his companions inside in a single file.
Even though it wasn’t evening yet, the interior of the bar was already quite dim. Lancelot was sowhat surprised to find that there were quite a few patrons. The mont they entered, at least a dozen wary gazes fell on them. However, these gazes quickly moved away because Lancelot and his companions were still wearing the Lord of the Dead masks, which made them look like a group of indistinct, featureless ordinary people in the eyes of most.
Lancelot eagerly looked towards the bar, hoping to find a familiar figure, but his hope was imdiately dashed. Standing behind the bar was not the sturdy werewolf from before, but a cold-looking female Tiflin, who indicated an empty table to Lancelot’s group with her gaze before continuing with her work.
“Looks like old Reap isn’t here.” Bruto patted Lancelot on the back, “I kinda miss him… Huh? What’s up, big guy?”
The companions followed Lancelot’s gaze and saw the human knight staring intensely at a round table in the corner. Seated on high stools around the table were three won with extraordinary auras: a stunning lady with blue hair and another with green hair, and a young girl with black hair, who didn’t seem much older than little Elsa. On their table were steaks far exceeding a normal person’s consumption, and it was clear they had already eaten more than half, showing no signs of slowing down.
Most crucially, Bruto felt that these three looked sowhat familiar, and he should have t them not too long ago.
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