The knight in the abyss

Chapter 242
"The biggest obstacle in front of you is that you are just a mortal, and you are one of the races with the shortest lifespan among mortals. When our corrupt monks were just established in Kai-Oinne, Moglondar The city hasn’t even laid the first floor tile yet.” The monk under the burqa leaned forward slightly, with an infinite temptation in his tone, “Thousands of years have passed, and we have always been here, watching The situation and rumors of the abyss have collected countless lost knowledge and magic. Want to get a longer life? It's not that difficult. You can even keep your own form, at most you will grow organs such as horns, tails or wings, which symbolize your new race, and they are all changes that succubus don't dislike..."

"And as long as I become a withering lord, are you willing to share these secrets with me?" Lancelot's voice sounded interested, but it wasn't the kind that the corrupt monk in front of him expected, "The withered lord We rule Mogrondar below, and you occupy a small section of the Tower of Bones. Even if you have the ability to use the Eye of Sarrizdun, which can provide a map that is vital to maintaining the prosperity of Mogrondar, I will It's hard to understand why the Lords of Withering didn't include you in their rule, after all, on the surface, those so-called consuls have stronger power, why would you allow you to have such a transcendent status?"

"Is this question very important?" The man in the burqa seemed a little surprised that Lancelow would ask such a question, "If you think monks are weak, then you are wrong. At least in this tower, any The Lord of Withering dare not make mistakes."

"The way you dealt with those two burly demons is very impressive." Lancelot shrugged, "But this alone still can't explain why you are so supportive of the Withered Lord."

"If Moglondal is an apartment, and the merchants who come and go are the tenants of the apartment, then the Lord of Withering is the administrator of the apartment." The burqa monk leaned forward and slowly retracted, "The administrator must be enough Powerful, strong enough to make everyone fearful, can ensure that tenants obediently pay rent on time."

"Since the Lord of Withering is just an administrator, who is the real landlord? If the rent is collected by the administrator, what does the landlord want?"

The burqa monk was silent for a while, and then reluctantly and vaguely said:

"The Lords of Blight come and go, but we are always here."

"Then my answer is very clear." Lancelot smiled, "Being a Lord of Withering brings me far more constraints than gains. I just want a map that records the current low-level planes. A map of the location of the portal. I have already helped you retrieve the black bead, so it is not too much to ask for such a reward, right?"

"Of course, that's very reasonable, but do you really know what you missed..." The burqa monk expressed deep disappointment in his tone, but seeing that Lancelow had made up his mind, he stopped insisting, "We still You will be honored with the title of Lord of Blight, as previously promised. We will soon appoint a new Lord of Blight to fill the vacancy of the Sprayland Consul, do you have any suggestions for who to choose?"

"That halfling named Pacos is all right."

"...Hehe, I think Mr. Pacos may have other things that interest him more." The grand master of the corrupt monk stood up calmly, as if to see off the guests, "I will start making maps immediately , I won’t send you down, please return along the way you came. You can wait in that lounge for a while, and someone will send the prepared map there soon.”

Lancelot didn't say much anymore, he stood up and bowed to the other party, then walked towards the steps leading downstairs.He felt that the Grand Master's eyes were fixed on his back until he completely disappeared under the steps.

A moment later he was back among his companions.Facing everyone's questioning gazes, he just shook his head slightly, pointed to his ears, and indicated that they might be being monitored, and now is not the time to talk about it.

They didn't have to wait long.About half an hour later, another monk covered in a burqa handed a bundle of thick scrolls to Lancelot, and politely but firmly asked the group to leave.

They passed through a portal again, and this time they appeared directly on the bottom floor of the Tower of Bones. Outside the gate was the narrow road of Xueyuanwang.

"Where are we going now?" Standing at the entrance of the Tower of Bones, Brutal asked with his arms akimbo.A mask was placed over his face, making him look like a poor dwarven bandit.It was used to cover his beard when he turned into a succubus, but now he uses it to cover up the fact that he has no beard.

"We need to find a place to rest, study the map, and prepare for the trip to Andrinna." Lancelow shrugged, "How about we go to the Tears of Razaka for another night? At least we know where the boss is. 'true colors'."

Everyone laughed when they heard the words. They all saw the real body of Pacos the Immortal, an impressive dragon.It might sound strange, but nothing in the whole city of Morgrondal gave them a greater sense of security than the Tears of Razaka, even if they had been attacked there not long ago.

Everyone stepped onto the narrow street of Blood Abyss, and headed towards the spray field where Razaka's tears were located.Different from the situation when they came, the attitude of the guards towards them changed 180 degrees along the way. The moment they saw Lancelot, they all stopped and saluted the human knights, shouting 'Master' in their mouths.

The situation became even more exaggerated after the spray field. When the guards in this district saw their nominal boss, they all ran over and asked the new consul if he needed any services, even if Lancelot He made it clear that he had nothing to use them now, and these Mazeroth demons still followed him closely, secretly competing for a position closer to Lancelot.

To go to the Tears of Razaka, you need to go through the Grand Bazaar in the Sprayfield, and their group quickly attracted more guards and citizens.Seeing that the crowd was getting bigger and bigger, and it was difficult to move an inch, Lancelow knew that he had to do something.

He looked around and jumped onto the base of a statue depicting the heroic figure of Balor.

　Sorry, fellow book lovers, I have something to do at work, and this chapter was posted late, so I apologize to everyone!Thanks to Beiping Dazhao for the reward and the monthly ticket for ok2001. Both are book friends who have been following for a long time. Thank you for your long-term support!

　　
　
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