The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 630 - 654 Peach Stick Spell

Chapter 630 -654 Peach Stick Spell

“So, do you know what this job is all about?” Lancelot looked incredulously at the little monkey, “About the eternal war between Demons and Devils?”

“It’s just fighting, right? Both sides in the war are bad guys, and the ones hiring us are the ones losing, right?” Jing, the transformed monkey, made a funny face, “Since both sides are bad guys, it’s better to keep the war evenly matched. We’re here to maintain the harmony of the Multiverse! And make a bit of money on the side…”

“You do have a point there…” Lancelot looked at Tijana with a somewhat exasperated smile, the expression on her face almost vacant, “Tell us about your favorite fighting style. Is that stick your weapon?”

“Yes, that’s right! My speed is very fast, I can rush to the enemy’s side in an instant, knock them over with my stick, and then run away before the others react!” The girl gesticulated rapidly in the air with her fists, looking quite professional, “Additionally, my master taught me how to use a special kind of energy within my body, making my unarmed attacks both fast and powerful, easily knocking enemies down, or catching Flying Arrows, or jumping down from high places without getting hurt…”

“Ah, so your master is a Martial Monk, huh? I’ve heard that profession is indeed very popular in Kara-Tur,” Alamir shrugged his shoulders, turning his head towards Lancelot, “Remember Hobinson we met in Pascaler? The guy with the red silk thread wrapped around his hands, he was also a Martial Monk.”

“Yes, I remember him,” Lancelot nodded, “His fists in battle were hard like a pair of Iron Hammers, truly unforgettable.”

“Haha, have you guys met other people like me? Then does this guy also…”

The monkey girl lifted her tail high, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and simultaneously uttered a strange syllable. The iron-tipped stick wrapped by her tail suddenly glowed red, many illusions of peach blossoms appearing on its surface, looking quite beautiful.

“Could this be… the Peach Stick Spell?” Alamir looked surprised at the iron-tipped stick flickering with a red ghostly light, “Are you also a Druid?”

“Wasn’t it a Martial Monk just a moment ago, how did it turn into a Druid now?” The monkey girl grinned as she embraced her weapon, tapping her finger in the middle of the stick, “Do Druids also do this?”

As she tapped, a branch emerged from the stick handle, hanging with a dozen ripe peaches. The monkey girl plucked the peaches and placed them on the table, looking proud as she said to everyone:

“Come and try the peaches I transformed, if they’re not delicious, you can do as you please with me!”

“Even though you produced peaches, I can still tell this is the Druid’s Berry Spell,” Alamir laughed as he picked up a peach, examining it closely in his hand, “When you said you transformed from a monkey to a human, I should have guessed you might be a little Druid.”

“Hey, this tastes really good!” Bruto had already started devouring it heartily, “Haha, finally something different to taste, I’ve grown weary of the bread Alamir makes with his Magic Bread Technique…”

“You always eat the most every time.” The Elf Priest looked at the Dwarf with annoyance, “And after eating, you still complain that it’s not enough!”

“So, do you have any special requests for the colleagues here?” Lancelot continued asking the monkey girl.

“I don’t have much to ask for… Oh right, don’t you dare call me small!” Jing crossed her arms and leaned back, “I’m an old monkey who has lived many years, anyone who questions my ability will regret it!”

“I assure you, I won’t,” Lancelot laughed, shaking his head as he looked toward the last pair who hadn’t introduced themselves yet, “Miss Musk, Mr. Glory, you’re the only ones left.”

“I am a Blood Sorcerer, capable of drawing power from blood. This means that in addition to the abilities of a regular Magician, I can also strengthen my companions, making them seem divinely inspired at crucial moments, or gaining the upper hand in battle,” the female Tiflin Magician stood up and said to everyone, her gaze nervously darting toward the human woman at the end of the long table, “As for my brother Glory, he…”

“Wait, let’s talk about you first,” Tijana interrupted softly, “What are your super magic abilities?”

“Spell Instant Casting and Spell Duplication,” Musk struggled to swallow.

“How many Magic Techniques have you mastered?”

“Seven.”

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“What are they all?”

“The novice techniques are Divine Guidance and Frost Ray; First Circle has Shield Technique and Acid Trauma, Second Circle only has Mysterious Steps, Third Circle’s are Blood Frenzy and Fireball Technique…”

“That’s terrible, Fireball Technique is completely useless, Frost Ray won’t work properly against Bartez. Acid Trauma is not bad, but it can only be triggered when you get hit, almost useless in an army,” Tijana pondered, glancing at the Tiflin youth beside her, “The only notable one is Blood Frenzy, it enhances the combat abilities of its recipient, and the more damage the recipient sustains after the spell takes effect, the better the enhancement. You and your brother seem to have always been each other’s only companions, and you possess such a technique… If I am not wrong, your brother must be a Blood Slave, is that so?”

“What?” the Tiflin youth immediately exclaimed, “How did you know…”

“Little Glory! Be quiet!” His sister quickly interrupted, but it was too late. The Magician’s face changed, and finally, with a trembling voice, she said to Tijana, “You are very right… my lady.”

‘What is a Blood Slave?’ Lancelot asked Tijana through a mental connection, ‘Is there anything I need to be concerned about?’

‘Blood Slaves aren’t much of an issue by themselves; they’re sort of a type of warrior, whose special ability is to heal themselves by absorbing the life force of their enemies,’ Tijana responded through the mental connection, ‘But every Blood Slave has a master, who persistently pursues their escaped slaves; that is the real problem…’

“For the good of everyone, I must ask you a question,” Tijana said to the Tiflin siblings while communicating with Lancelot through telepathy, her voice filled with undeniable authority, “What sort of enemy might we encounter if you travel with us? Don’t try to deceive me, you should be well aware of the consequences.”

“Please, don’t send us away, we won’t bring danger to others, it’s just that little Glory sometimes acts a bit strangely…” the female Tiflin Magician’s face went very pale, stammering fearfully, “His…master doesn’t even have a physical form, only a spirit wandering in a distant realm of madness. It won’t pursue my brother in a direct form but will whisper softly in his ear, trying to destroy his sanity…”