The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 353 - 367: Soul Prism
Chapter 353 -367: Soul Prism
“What’s the matter? What’s the matter?” the idle Dwarf ran over again, “Is there nothing of value in there?”
“No, there are still some, and quite a few at that,” Lancelot replied with a grimace, “We’ll talk about it later… Kamoen, these bodies were once your kin. How do you wish to dispose of them?”
“Actually, I don’t mind handing them over to the cook downstairs. Opportunities for our race to contribute to others are rare,” the Dark Elf said sarcastically, “You can dispose of them however you like, but if you allow me, I’ll dig a big hole in the wilderness and throw them all in to burn.”
“Okay.”
Lancelot nodded, then pinched a spell, and in Kamoen’s shocked gaze, thick vines emerged from the bodies. These vines seemed to absorb nutrients from the blood and flesh on the ground and quickly grew thicker and more obstructive, wrapping each body tightly like mummified vines.
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“Later, we’ll transport these bodies in this Dimensional Bag,” Lancelot said, waving a bag he had taken from Matriarch at Kamoen, “but first, we need to empty out its contents…”
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The others had already gathered valuable items together, and the Human Knight walked to the pile of spoils in the center of the room, flipped the captured Dimensional Bag inside out, and all the items inside spilled out in a rush. Everyone looked closely and found that most of them were prism-shaped crystals, flashing with an unsettling purple light.
“This is…” even the usually composed Elothysia couldn’t help but change color, “Soul Prisms? Why are there so many?”
“What?” Bruto asked in confusion, “These things really make one uncomfortable… Are they worth anything?”
“Hey, guys…” an unexpected voice came from Lancelot’s waist, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound to find the talking skull that had been used as an ornament was speaking, “What’s this? Dividing the spoils? Is the succubus dealt with?”
“You’ve awakened?” Lancelot exclaimed in surprise as he took Clone Well off his belt, and at the same time, that mental link between him and Mimir was re-established.
“Hey, it’s been more than ten days since our battle with that succubus,” Bruto patted the smooth forehead of the skull, “I thought you were gone for good, never to wake up again…”
“You’re the one who’s gone! Wait till you’re a pile of bones; I’ll still be hopping around…” he noticed a new face among the crowd, “Ah, who’s this?”
“He is called Kamoen, a Spy for the good forces in this area,” Lancelot introduced the two parties, “This is Clone Well, a somewhat special Mimir… you have heard of this creature, haven’t you?”
“I thought they only appeared in Mark City?” Kamoen curiously waved at the skull, “And didn’t seem so… full of wisdom.”
“While Zoel are quite common in the Abyss, it’s exceedingly rare for them to join the side of good,” the skull bobbed and floated midair, “But each one, without exception, is an admirable hero, the most famous being a certain dual-wielding Ranger… Where did these spoils of war come from? The mission couldn’t possibly be completed already, could it? And what are those vines wrapped around over there?”
“Haha, a normal person just waking up from a coma should be asking for water, not chattering so much,” Kalalin laughed as she interrupted the ceaseless talk of the skull, “We’ve only just arrived in Gaomendikolia, still gathering the intelligence needed for our mission. And Kamoen just happened to be hunted by his… former family. Those vine-wrapped are their corpses, and these items are the spoils taken from them.”
“Ah, I woke up at just the right time!” the skull quickly flew around the gleaming spoils, “Finder’s keepers, right? Hmm… didn’t you say you wiped out a group of Zoel? Why are there so many Soul Prisms? Did you rob the Barto bank?”
“I’ve already asked once before, but what exactly are these for?” Bruto complained loudly, “Would someone care to explain to me?”
“Just hold one in your hand to see,” Kalalin suggested, “I recommend choosing a lighter colored one…”
Bruto picked up a crystal about the size of a beer mug with some skepticism. As soon as he touched it, he immediately felt a chilling sensation—as if he were being watched. Inside the crystal seemed to be a faint mist. The Dwarf brought it close to his face, and he saw the drifting mist quickly condense into a face that silently screamed at him. Everyone seemed to hear faint shrieks, but upon concentrating, they heard nothing.
“There’s a ghost!” Bruto exclaimed loudly and hastily threw the crystal to the ground, where it made a small pit but showed no signs of cracking, obviously more durable than it appeared. Bruto instinctively pulled out his Warhammer and swung it down, but he stopped midway through and turned to ask Scholar, “What exactly is inside this thing?”
“This type of crystal is a prison for Souls, containing souls captured for various reasons,” Kalalin revealed the answer Lancelot had expected, “It is one of the common currencies in the Abyss. Unlike the Soul Coins issued by Demons, the value of Soul Prisms isn’t fixed; it can range from a few Gold Coins to thousands, depending on the strength of the soul inside. It is said that the darker the color, the higher the value. Appraising Soul Prisms is an art that takes a lot of effort for mortals to master, although Fiends seem to be able to accurately judge their value at a glance.”
“These are worth about three hundred thousand Gold Coins,” as if to prove the Scholar’s words, Elothysia announced a number that startled everyone, “Enough to hire a Yugros Demon Legion to serve you for a month.”
The eyes of everyone present couldn’t help but glaze over. Previously, their richest haul was raiding the treasury of Succubus Palace at Oasis Fort, picking only the highest unit value gemstones, but even then, the total value was only about eighty thousand Gold Coins.
“This is probably all the wealth of the Wuerduo Clan,” Kamoen shrugged, “It seems Belmanis Matriarch must have suffered a major setback, feeling compelled to eliminate me to turn the situation around, thus she made such a desperate move to come to the Abyss. But that doesn’t matter now, her ambitions, hatred, and sins have all died with her. Thank you, Lancelot, not only did you save me, but you also ended a family that had committed countless crimes, making this world a slightly better place.”
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