NABC Chapter 94 - 94 - 88: The Whereabouts of the Cross Pickaxe
Chapter 94 - 94 - 88: The Whereabouts of the Cross Pickaxe
Chapter 94 – 88: The Whereabouts of the Cross Pickaxe
In fact, although Mekanshut held the title of Queen of the Succubus, the succubi were more like her subjects, or as the Queen herself would say, “children.” The true enforcers of her brutal rule over Shendiravir were her band of professional, ruthless, and highly efficient enforcers, the succubi.
The thirteen succubi at the top tier were known as the “Glorious Sisters,” publicly acknowledged as the Queen’s royal choir but in reality were the most cold-hearted special agents and assassins under her command. After all, many tasks were unsuitable for the “playful” succubi, while the succubi required much more patience when orchestrating various cunning schemes.
In their true form, the succubi no longer possessed the astonishing beauty typical of succubi. They still had bodies similar to human females and appeared reasonably attractive at first glance, but a closer look would reveal abnormalities.
Their faces resembled those of streetwalkers who had been in the business for over fifty years. What was once graceful wings were now no more than charred remains, replaced by several thick, slippery, nauseating tentacles protruding from their backs, with scorpion-like stingers at the ends.
Unlike most succubi, the succubi were very competent warriors, and if forced into close combat, their claws and spikes were as sharp as swords.
But their greatest pleasure still came from using their Quasi-Divine Art abilities to disguise themselves as divine office members, infiltrate a true god’s church, patiently accumulate reverence and power, and covertly convert real priests into devotees of some Demon Lord, a process that brought them immense fun.
This disguise could deceive most detection and protective magics, but could not evade direct scrutiny by Divine Sense. As Lance swept his Divine Sense over the elf’s body, Alamir’s true condition clearly emerged in his mind, confirming that he indeed was an elf, with the only exception being an extraordinary talent in some aspect.
Lancelot turned and nodded at Kalalin and Bruto, and the three of them simultaneously removed their Transforming Rings.
“Wow,” Alamir uttered, not particularly surprised.
“My name is Lancelot, and I’m a knight. This is Scholar Kalalin and Dwarf Warrior Bruto, son of Barrend,” Lancelot introduced, “We can help you get out, but you’ll have to assist us in retrieving something we desire.”
“What are you looking for?” The elf priest looked at Lancelot with skepticism, his gaze shifting to Bruto, “Let me guess, it wouldn’t be that Dwarf Cross Pickaxe, would it?”
“We can signal Phil to act at that moment,” proposed Kalalin, “That should briefly distract the guards.”
“Then I’ll just stash the Cross Pickaxe in this Dimensional Bag,” Lancelot slapped the small pouch on his belt.
“Great,” Bruto clapped his hands, “this plan sounds solid!”
Lancelot nodded, pondering if there were any slips in the plan.
The worst case would be that they had to fight their way out, but from the auras he had sensed along the way, if he really wanted to leave, he doubted anyone here could stop him.
However, going out would surely mean facing swarms of guards, and if it did come to that, he could only hope Reap hadn’t exaggerated about the destructive powers of the goblins.
“Let’s wait for now,” said Lancelot, “It might not be reasonable if the time is too short.”
“Indeed, you are my first guests today,” the Elf Priest said with a wry face, “Normally, I wouldn’t need the Cross Pickaxe’s help until the third guest arrived. But today, there are three of you, so maybe waiting an hour will be sufficient.” Continue your adventure at empire
“Ha, Elves’ stamina doesn’t seem very good,” Bruto said with a mischievous grin, “The third one already needs the help of a magical item?”
“The doctrine of the Goddess requires I perform an act of love every day, and try to awaken love in someone’s heart with each new day. At least once a day, I must respond to love,” Alamir explained with some embarrassment, “I always do my best to fulfill those succubi’s desires. It’s not easy, as it always takes a full three hours to barely satisfy a customer.”
It was then that Bruto realized Alamir was catering to succubi. It was astonishing that he, with his mortal body, could satisfy a succubus and, after dealing with one, could continue to satisfy a second, fighting for six consecutive hours.
“Uh, sorry, I almost forgot where we are,” Bruto scratched his head, the Dwarves always quick to acknowledge their mistakes, “So, do you have any tips? Don’t get me wrong, I’m just asking for a friend.”