ushernet Chapter 112 - 112 - 106: Brotherhood in the Abyss
Chapter 112 - 112 - 106: Brotherhood in the Abyss
Chapter 112 – 106: Brotherhood in the Abyss
“She’s called Casalilia!” the Goblin huffed, pulling out a small box from his pocket with a big red button on it, and a metal wire at the top, “It’s only when you press this button on the remote control that she’ll explode! No matter if you throw her off a cliff or chuck her into a foundry, Casalilia, like a stubborn nun, will refuse to show you her true passion!”
“Impressive, but can you put that remote away first?” Kalalin asked nervously, eyeing the device in the Goblin’s hand, “Lancelot, are you able to carry this thing and fly?”
“Are you joking, of course not,” Lancelot shook his head, “But couldn’t I just put it in the Dimensional Bag?”
“Uh, right, didn’t think of that,” Kalalin said with an embarrassed smile, “Last question, Phil, this... Casalilia, right? What’s her... explosion radius approximately?”
“I’ve never tested it,” Phil shrugged, “Listen, each bomb like Casalilia is a work of art, have you ever seen two paintings that are exactly the same?”
“What he wants to know is, how far away do we need to be standing to be safe when this bomb explodes?” the Werewolf interrupted the Goblin’s endless self-promotion, clearly annoyed, “You’d better give us a conservative number, though I’m sure I’ll be enjoying your fireworks from twice that distance.”
“A hundred feet will do,” the Goblin said, puffing out his chest and looking squarely at the Werewolf.
“Got it, three hundred feet then.”
“Come on!” Phil deflated, “If you want to enjoy a sexy explosion, you need to be close enough!”
“Wow! Thank heavens, there are no holes to stick on the bomb, such a pity!” Old Reap rolled his eyes and spread his hands to everyone, making it clear that this Goblin was beyond help.
“So you want me to fly over those guys’ heads and then drop this bomb, right?” Lancelot said with interest to the Scholar, “But a flying Succubus is just too eye-catching, how are you planning to solve this problem?”
At these words, Kalalin smiled and pulled out a scroll from underneath his robe, saying:
Unexpectedly, the Halfling Koula raised her little arm.
“I... I’m quite curious,” Koula said somewhat sheepishly, this being the first time she had spoken up in quite a while, “I’m an Alchemist too, although my specialty is primarily potions... but I’m also interested in explosives, it’s a great learning opportunity.”
“You’re an Alchemist too?” Alamir looked very surprised, “I... I always thought you were a professional chef.”
“All Halflings are professional chefs,” Koula shrugged, “But to reach my level, you still need a little help from Alchemy...”
“Oh! My dear colleague!” the Goblin’s face turned emerald green with excitement, “You’ve read Dr. Alfred’s notes, haven’t you? Casalilia is using the alchemical formula of that yellow explosive, it’s safe, controllable, and powerful!”
“Wow! Really? I’ve always wanted to try, but the ingredients for making that fire oil are too hard to find...”
“Hahaha, that’s because you haven’t encountered Coward Devils, a type of Low Rank Demon almost as when it comes to status, completely fatty, whose fat is the best ingredient for it...”
“The Halfling race is full of curiosity,” Kalalin explained to the somewhat stunned Lancelot, “This often leads them into all sorts of trouble, like being trapped in a Demon brothel as a chef, but Halflings always believe they have the luck to get out of these predicaments.”
“I heard Halflings are the Goddess of Luck’s favorites and they bring good fortune to their companions,” Lancelot shrugged, “Judging by the current situation, her luck does seem pretty good.”
“Um...” the nearby Alamir swallowed hard, “I can still cast a 3rd circle Divine Art, but Resurrection can’t restore limbs that have been blown off, so if possible, try to keep your body intact...”
“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t die!” the Goblin had already taken out a small shovel and started digging a hole on the spot. “If I do die, don’t bother resurrecting me. I don’t want to go through the pain of death only to come back and see your ugly mug again!”
“I don’t want that either,” the Werewolf shook his head, “Let’s walk a little farther and then use that Invisibility Technique scroll, we don’t want those big toads to see the flash of magic.”