Chapter 811: Chapter 822: Acquaintance

“You are…” Lancelot pulled out the naked Gray Dwarf, simultaneously recalling the information Tijana had mentioned about him, “Master Narak?”

“Yes,” the old Dwarf in the group spoke up, “We have met at the Craftsmen Committee’s meeting.”

“Barrend Frostforge?” The Gray Dwarf squinted, eyeing the people around him, “Ah, I see, I see now, the Prince is actually here to save you, right?”

“You…”

“Yes, that is my purpose,” Lancelot straightforwardly replied, “But you might have misunderstood some parts. I knew Master Barrend before I met Tijana, and coming here is my own decision. If you wish to escape the current predicament, I suggest you move with us. Afterwards, if you don’t want to return to Twin Bridges Town, you are free to go.”

“You will set me free?” The Gray Dwarf stared at Lancelot with suspicion, “Without any restrictions?”

“Why would I do otherwise?” Lancelot shrugged and turned to Bruto, “Do you have any spare clothes? I think Master Narak might be a bit cold…”

“But I am very important to Twin Bridges Town!” The Gray Dwarf seemed to be overwhelmed with a sudden, nameless anger, “Shouldn’t you…”

“Persuade you to stay?” Lancelot’s expression began to cool, “Listen, Master Narak, I’m not denying your contribution to Twin Bridges Town, but Tijana has never stopped anyone who worked for her from leaving… at most, she just didn’t actively provide means to depart. On the other hand, she provided you with generous salaries, a safe environment, and expensive yet comprehensive entertainment activities, causing you to hesitate whether entering the wilderness of the Plains of the Abyss was worth the risk. Am I right?”

“…”

“Although I don’t fully agree with her methods, I understand her reasons. The Abyss is not a hospitable place, Master Narak.”

“Alright, enough talking with him,” Bruto said impatiently, “Dulag, you can leave now. You don’t need to return my underpants and vest, consider it your severance pay.”

The Gray Dwarf turned to look at the Human Knight, who nodded indifferently. So, he decided within a heartbeat and ran towards the staircase, quickly disappearing from sight.

“What a strange guy,” the Half-elf finally spoke, “I thought all Dwarves were like… Bruto.”

“Pah, those Dulag are the disgrace of our race!” The young Dwarf spat on the ground, “Ungrateful scum!”

“But why was he here?” Kalalin frowned, “And why was Uncle Barrend found naked in a forest…”

“At least they have something in common. Isn’t that right?” Bruto chuckled, “Both lost their clothes, ha!”

At that moment, Lancelot suddenly dashed towards a wall like a madman. His armor emitted a jade-like glow, and with a boom, he crashed a big hole into the wall, his figure disappearing into it.

“Father God above!” Bruto exclaimed, running over, “Big brother! Come on, I was just complaining a bit, didn’t mean to do anything to him! I didn’t even intend to wash those underpants!”

But when everyone gathered around the newly made hole and looked outside, they realized that the Human Knight was not looking for trouble with the Gray Dwarf. Lancelot was half-kneeling on the ground, pressing a female body beneath him. His left hand firmly pressed the head with snake hair onto the ground, preventing her face from emerging, while his right hand already held his Longsword, the cold iron blade pressing against her exposed neck.

“It’s that Medusa!” Kalalin exclaimed in surprise, “Why is she here?”

“Mmph… I surrender…” Medusa mumbled unclearly, “…don’t kill me…”

Lancelot maintained his position, restraining Medusa. Only after his companions had gathered did he set aside his Longsword. Using his now free right hand, he conjured a thin vine with a hand sign, which wrapped around Medusa’s head several times like a blindfold, ensuring she couldn’t use her most dangerous ability. He then summoned another vine to bind her hands behind her back.

“I’m very sorry to do this to you, but these measures are necessary because of your abilities.” Lancelot stood up, pulling Medusa up from the ground, “You can stand now, Madam.”

“Is this how you treat a lady?” Medusa viciously shook off Lancelot’s arm, “Where is your chivalry?”

“This is how I treat captives,” Lancelot responded unemotionally, “Since you mention chivalry, I can assure you, I don’t have a habit of mistreating captives. So, if you make any untoward moves, I will ensure you a swift and painless death. Is that clear enough?”

“Very clear.” Despite being blindfolded, Medusa still raised her chin.

“Great.” Lancelot nodded, “Now, we need to return to that tower… do you need support?”

“Just let me know when to watch out for the steps.”

“Very well.” Lancelot lightly flicked his sword blade with his finger, producing a clear ringing sound, “Before we continue our conversation, can you tell me your name?”

“…Kesme.”

“Pleased to meet you, Madam Kesme. Now, please walk forward, yes, in this direction. It’s a pity our meetings so far have not been pleasant, but I think that’s entirely your fault. The first time, my friend was locked in your dungeon, and the second time, you were crouching outside, preparing to ambush us…”

“I wasn’t!” Kesme the Medusa immediately retorted, “I was just trying to slip away…”

“You lingered on the outer wall for too long,” Lancelot calmly pointed out, “Why did you capture my friend in the first place?”

“Who exactly are you referring to?”

“An old Dwarf, captured the day before you were killed by me.”

“Oh… him…” Kesme answered nonchalantly, “Just another ordinary test subject, why, is that old Dwarf anything special?”

“He is my friend, and that is special enough.”

“Oh, of course, but I didn’t know that at the time.”

“Be careful, there’s a step ahead. Considering that resurrection is possible in this Demon’s Domain, why did you beg for mercy?”

“…”

“Do I need to ask again?” Lancelot pressed his rigid weapon against Medusa’s back.

“…Don’t you know?” the female captive’s tone turned sarcastic, “The Lich King has returned, the tricks of the witches will soon be destroyed, the dead will not only fail to resurrect but will also become permanent slaves to Peyton Derrick…”