The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 355 - 369: Kamoen’s Crystal
Chapter 355 -369: Kamoen’s Crystal
One after another, everyone nodded in agreement. They knew Lancelot was right; whatever they traded these precious crystals for, it essentially meant trading an imprisoned soul. This soul could be utterly evil or completely innocent, but that judgment should be left to the divine powers, and the most appropriate choice for them was to present these souls before the divine powers.
After receiving an affirmative answer from everyone, Lancelot nodded at Bruto, and the Dwarf lifted his hammer and smashed it down hard on a Soul Crystal.
The crystal, although very hard, stood no chance against the metal hammerhead. A crisp shattering sound ensued, and a helmet-sized Soul Prism instantly turned into dust and debris, a faint smoke drifting out of the crystal, as if to coalesce into a figure, but it quickly dissipated.
Everyone heard a faint murmur in their ears, as if it came from a room next door insulated with thick blankets—too indistinct to recognize. Everyone felt a complex surge in their hearts, tinged with joy, yet also with a sense of melancholy loss.
“That’s it, right?” Only after the feeling had subsided did the Dwarf raise his arm again and asked hesitantly, “That one just now… how much was it worth?”
“Two thousand three hundred Gold Coins.” Elothysia named a figure again, to help everyone better understand the value of Bruto’s hammer blow.
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“And this one?” Bruto then picked up another prism, slightly smaller but with a deeper color.
“Tell you after you smash it.”
The Dwarf immediately swung his hammer, and the crystal shattered instantly upon impact with the metal hammerhead.
“Three thousand six.”
“Ah, you really should tell me afterward.” Bruto stared at the scattered fragments with a pained expression, “How exactly is their value determined?”
“Didn’t Kalalin tell you?” The Succubus Paladin shrugged, “It’s based on the strength of the imprisoned soul. The one you just smashed contained either an Ascetic Monk or a serial killer—anyway, it was pretty strong. If it’s the latter, perhaps we might encounter them again sometime, turned into a Demon or Demons, after enduring torture and punishment enough to erase all memories of their former life.”
“Then it’s none of my concern.” The Dwarf shrugged, “With two hammer blows, over five thousand Gold Coins are gone. This is definitely the most valuable thing I’ve ever destroyed… Who else wants a try?”
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“Wait… just wait a moment…” Kamoen suddenly walked into the pile of Soul Prisms with a very strange expression on his face, started rummaging on the ground.
Bruto hastily stepped back, giving space to the Dark Elf. He turned his head with an questioning look towards Lancelot, who just lightly shook his head, indicating for the Dwarf not to interfere. After all, Kamoen was not part of their adventure group, and those spoils belonged to his clan. Lancelot agreed that Kamoen had every right to take his share, though it would certainly lower Lancelot’s opinion of him in his heart.
But the expression on the Zoel’s face was not one of greed; he sifted through the pile of crystals with a mix of fear, anticipation, and disbelief, revealing a tiny, almost white crystal.
The Dark Elf trembled as he held the crystal in his hands, and the next second, he collapsed. Tears poured uncontrollably from his eyes, and his mouth emitted an almost heart-wrenching cry.
Everyone was startled by his reaction, and it took a while for Acheron to go up and put his hand on his friend’s shoulder, asking with concern,
“Kamoen, what’s wrong? Is there something special about this crystal?”
“This… inside this… locked… locked inside is my mother… my mother’s soul…”
The bald Dark Elf assassin was crying so hard he almost passed out, which looked quite comical, but no one was in the mood to appreciate the scene as they were all shocked by Kamoen’s words. Acheron stepped forward and asked softly,
“Are you certain?”
“I… I’m certain… this feeling… it’s my mother… I thought I had long forgotten…”
“Calm down for a moment.” The Elf Priest patted the back of his dark-skinned kin, “Perhaps I can let you speak to your mother for a moment.”
Kamoen’s head shot up, his face lit with joy. Realizing his lapse, the Zoel Elf quickly regained his composure, after all, he was a spy daring enough to infiltrate enemy headquarters alone, and had good emotional control. It was just the sudden touch on his deep-seated sorrow that had made him show such intense emotion.
Seeing him regain his calm, Acheron began his soft prayers and quickly completed a simple Divine Art. His palm emitted a comfortable white light, which he placed on Kamoen’s head.
Everyone’s expression became a bit strange, as the Dark Elf’s shiny bald head reflected very well, lighting up the room like an extra torch when the Priest’s glowing hand touched it. Thankfully, Kamoen didn’t notice, as he was following the Priest’s instructions, closing his eyes, gathering his thoughts, and sinking his consciousness into the small crystal in his hand.
The Zoel Elf stood there for a long time, and although everyone was very curious, they all knew this was a very private matter and of great importance to Kamoen, so they all waited patiently.
After a while, Kamoen finally opened his eyes. He bowed deeply to everyone and said very humbly,
“Thank you all once again; words cannot express my gratitude.”
“No need, no need, glad to be of help.” Lancelot quickly waved his hand and after thinking for a moment, still could not help but ask, “How is your mother… doing now?”
“She has suffered a lot, and her soul is so weak it can hardly take shape, but she recognized me immediately.” Kamoen’s dark face grew even more somber, “But I swear I’ll find a way to resurrect her. I’ve already introduced her to the Dark Maiden; the spider Demon Queen won’t get her soul!”
“The technique for communicating with a soul inside a vessel is not difficult; with a little practice, you’ll be able to master it quickly,” Acheron said as he extinguished the light on his hand and removed it from Kamoen’s head. “Soul has a strong self-healing ability. Talk to your mother when you have time; I believe she will get better soon.”
“Yes!” Kamoen nodded, carefully stowed the crystal close to him, and then took a moment to wipe his face with his hand and smiled apologetically at everyone, “I didn’t mean to make a spectacle of myself… Bruto, please continue!”
“Right you are!” The Dwarf happily picked up his hammer again but immediately set it down, “Do you want to check again to see if there are any other relatives?”
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