ushernet Chapter 160 - 160 - 154: The Weight of the Dwarf
Chapter 160 - 160 - 154: The Weight of the Dwarf
Chapter 160 – 154: The Weight of the Dwarf
“That kind of situation is indeed possible,” Lancelot chuckled, turning his head to look at Bruto. He immediately noticed that Kalalin and Koula were sound asleep in their own blankets, while Alamir was immersed in meditation.
“How long have I been like this?”
“Not too bad, around three hours, I guess. Just enough time for me to sort them out again,” Bruto caressed the braids made out of his beard on his chest, “I think I must thank you for my belt; it truly is a treasure...”
By this time, the other companions had also roused from sleep or meditation. Alamir looked at Lancelot, his face breaking into a smile:
“You’re awake? How do you feel? Do you still need my Healing Spell?”
“I’ve still got several bottles of healing potions here!” Koula also raised several red bottles.
“Thank you, I’m fine now,” Lancelot jumped up from the ground, stretching his body. Although the True Qi in his Dantian was still pitifully scarce, his body had recovered to its optimal condition.
“Lancelot, what exactly happened here?” Kalalin asked curiously, “We heard some unsettling whispers from outside...”
“That...” Lancelot scratched the back of his head, “to be honest, I’m quite puzzled myself. Have you ever heard the name Kaldu? The voice proclaimed itself as such...”
“Kaldu...” Kalalin furrowed her brow tightly, “I must have heard that name somewhere, but I can’t remember right now.”
“He claimed to be the Lord of Baro,” Lancelot hinted.
“The Lord of Baro? Kal?” The Scholar slapped his palm, “I remember now! Kaldu! The Lord of the twenty-first layer of the Abyss!”
“His title of the Lord of Baro, does it refer to the Barlow Flame Demon?” Lancelot curiously asked, “I remember you said that the Barlow Flame Demon is one of the strongest demon forms, each having the strength of a Lord Level. Could they also have a king like Mekanshut?”
Although they lacked a guide on their return, it was no problem in the face of Lancelot’s strong memory. In fact, he noticed several pairs of prying eyes in the shadows, those of the kobold scouts. These local residents silently helped them disarm traps along the way, so Lancelot was happy not to have to deal with them again.
When the group crawled out of the basement of the Withered Rose, the two mercenaries hired by the tavern owner looked very upset, realizing that they would probably have to look for another job soon.
It was nearing midnight, but the tavern was still exceptionally noisy. They walked straight to the bar and demanded their reward from Tiflin the innkeeper.
“Oh my god! You guys really smell...” Agamemnon looked somewhat surprised, but at the same time, he deftly took out a can of cheap perfume from under the table and sprayed it into the air, “Special. Let me guess, you’ve been gone so long, you must have solved my problem, right?”
“You promised us free drinks, now bring out the mead!” Bruto slammed his arm on the table, “Right now!”
“We’ve taken care of the guy who woke up the Zombies,” Lancelot shrugged, “But you better change your way of disposing of the bodies, otherwise, I can’t guarantee that nothing like this will happen again.”
“Uh.” The innkeeper’s face turned slightly red, “What do you mean?”
“We suspect that the Zombies were already dead in your tavern,” Kalalin explained. “The one who woke these bodies was a ghoul, also called an Ogre-Mage. This guy has been conducting evil Necromancy experiments, and some Zombies got out of its control, driven by instinct to return to the last place they stayed in their lifetime.”
Just then, a commotion of tables and chairs being knocked over erupted behind them, followed by a loud roar:
“You reeking vermin! How dare you threaten me! Die!”
Lancelot looked back to see a brawl had broken out, and in the blink of an eye, several more corpses littered the ground.
“My floor just sprouts corpses on its own,” the tavern owner’s gloomy voice rose again, “Do you have any better suggestions on how to deal with them?”
“Do whatever you want, but you’d better not just dump them directly into the sewer again. I suggest you burn them, but be sure not to accumulate too many at once to burn...” Lancelot’s eyes emitted a daunting glow again, “Alright, now let’s talk about the other part of the reward you promised. Let’s start with your source of information...”@@@@