The Paladin in the Abyss

Before Tijana could finish, Molo was the first to dart forward, with the others soon crowding around the pile of weapons that had just been used.

Kailon accurately pulled a longsword made of cold iron from the heap of metal. He immediately noticed the poor craftsmanship of the sword, but that didn't stop the weapon in his hand from giving him a sense of danger.

He carefully drew the sword blade across his own arm, easily leaving a trail of blood on his skin.

On the other side, a male succubus was rummaging through the pile with an ashen face. He had to admit one fact, Twin Bridges Town could indeed mass-produce cold iron weapons, but he still stubbornly said, "Hmph, just as I thought, a bunch of trash. You have the nerve to trade these disposable weapons?"

"As long as someone is willing to pay the right price," Tijana said with a smile, "Isn't that right, Prince Kailon?"

"As long as the price is right, Volcano Fortress will take as many of these weapons as there are," Kailon nodded in agreement, "But what I'm curious about is, is this really the limit of that famous blacksmith district in Twin Bridges Town?"

"Oh no, of course not." Tijana cocked her head to one side, "Sonam, your order has arrived."

Lancelot came over carrying six swords. You know the saying, don't show off your wealth; he certainly didn't want to be pulling things out of his Dimensional Bag one by one in front of a group of high-ranking demons.

Tijana took an extra look at Lancelot, surprised; she noticed right away that something was off about the Human Knight. The feeling he gave her now was different, he had become very inconspicuous, others would probably ignore him involuntarily.

What an interesting fellow.

Six-armed Serpent Demon Sonam excitedly approached Lancelot. This was the first time Lancelot had seen how a serpent demon moved, the image of that massive snake body undulating forward on the ground was enough to invoke humans' most primal fear.

Luckily, the serpent demon's interest was in the weapons in his hands. Sonam reached out with all six arms simultaneously, Lancelot pretended to lower his head in fear, but quietly noted the subconscious movements of this top-tier demon.

Sonam's attention was solely on the six longswords she had just received. As an experienced swordsman, she could tell that although these longswords were a bit rough in detail, the quality and performance were outstanding. The distinctive sense of danger from cold iron weapons even thrilled her whole body.

What was even better were the magical effects added to the swords; she was already fantasizing about wielding these weapons and slaughtering her way across the walls of Twin Bridges Town.

"Are you still satisfied?" Lancelot's words pulled her out of her fervent illusion, the Six-armed Serpent Demon reflexively wanted to retort, but she had to admit that the weapons met, and even exceeded, her expectations.

"It seems that the little Dwarf didn't boast in vain." Sonam managed to reveal a terrible smile, "I wish you live long enough to collect this payment."

"Who is this guy?" Molo's annoyed voice came, "And what's the deal with those swords?"

"He's my man," Tijana's languid voice came through, "Sonam, don't be stingy, show everyone your new toy. Some folks want to know what the weapon that will take their dog lives in the future looks like."

Lancelot felt a surge of depression inside, he could naturally pick up on Tijana's double entendre, but he couldn't feel happy at all. Tijana was primarily using him to distract that annoying male succubus, to stop him from buzzing around incessantly like a fly.

Sonam did not dare to disobey Tijana's order, but being proud as she was, naturally she did not want to personally deliver the weapon to those guys. She tossed the sword back into Lancelot's arms, the implication clear, you go.

Lancelot, feeling cornered, made his rounds distributing samples, fortunately, at this moment he really wasn't very conspicuous—all the attention was on the weapons he handed over, except for a certain male succubus grinding his teeth in rage.

Molo looked at Lancelot with ruthless eyes, pushing away the hilt of the sword that the human had handed over, making no effort to hide his hostility towards this man. The fact that Tijana ignored his masculine charm had already infuriated him, and the existence of this man was a direct mockery: Tijana was not uninterested in males, just not interested in him.

The Minotaur, Arachne Elf, and six-fingered Prince now each held a longsword in their hands, and the demons immediately felt the danger that the metal cold iron brought to them. Everyone looked at the weapon in their hands with complex expressions, all coming to the same conclusion— their gold would be flowing into Tijana's pockets at an even faster rate than before.

For a long time, the rules of the game here had been established around Twin Bridges Town: nearby forces must continuously pay up to buy weapons from Twin Bridges Town, otherwise, they will be swallowed up by other forces with better equipment.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

In the end, it created a strange situation: if Twin Bridges Town did not exist, it seemed like the distribution of nearby forces would not change at all, the only difference being that they would no longer have to pay a hefty 'protection fee.'

"The dwarf blacksmiths of Twin Bridges Town truly live up to their reputation," Kailon was the first to speak, "What would be the price for purchasing a weapon of this quality?"

"Ten thousand gold coins without enchants, or equivalent goods," Tijana shrugged, "I have no plans for mass production of this weapon; each piece has to be custom-made. Special requests can also be made, but of course, the price is additional."

Lancelot heard the number Tijana quoted, he almost couldn't keep a straight face. So expensive, outrageously expensive! He suddenly felt that the fifteen thousand gold coins he had just earned were quite pointless, not even paid upfront but deducted in installments. No wonder numerous dwarfs grind their teeth whenever they mention her; he now also felt a slight shift in his image of Tijana.

The Succubus Lord sneakily glanced at the Human Knight, but quickly averted her gaze.

"I'll place an order for ten right now, just like this one," Kailon said as he handed over the longsword and a deep purple crystal to Lancelot, "This is the soul of a Fallen noble, it should suffice to cover the payment. There's no need to be surprised by the evil power it contains; this fellow ate a boy's heart every week to maintain his vigor in bed."

Even without Kailon's description, Lancelot could feel the intense discomfort the soul crystal in his hand brought him. He handed the soul crystal to Tijana, who merely glanced at it before tossing it into a dimensional bag.

"You can come to collect the goods in three months, but the value of this soul crystal is more than a hundred thousand gold coins," the Succubus Lord was not planning to take this advantage, "For the excess, what would you like?"

"Just consider it a personal gift from me to show my good will," Kailon shrugged nonchalantly, "Now, let's discuss something truly meaningful."

He walked over to the pile of metal, accurately pulling out longswords, nail-headed hammers, flails, spears, and battle axes made of cold iron.

"Perhaps the Lord of Oasis Fort thinks these are all rubbish, but I'm not that foolish," he said with contempt as he glanced at the male succubus, "Please feel free to name your price."

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