The Paladin in the Abyss

Chapter 106 Brotherhood in the Abyss

"She's called Casalilia!" the Goblin huffed, pulling out a small box from his pocket with a big red button on it, and a metal wire at the top, "It's only when you press this button on the remote control that she'll explode! No matter if you throw her off a cliff or chuck her into a foundry, Casalilia, like a stubborn nun, will refuse to show you her true passion!"

"Impressive, but can you put that remote away first?" Kalalin asked nervously, eyeing the device in the Goblin's hand, "Lancelot, are you able to carry this thing and fly?"

"Are you joking, of course not," Lancelot shook his head, "But couldn't I just put it in the Dimensional Bag?"

"Uh, right, didn't think of that," Kalalin said with an embarrassed smile, "Last question, Phil, this... Casalilia, right? What's her... explosion radius approximately?"

"I've never tested it," Phil shrugged, "Listen, each bomb like Casalilia is a work of art, have you ever seen two paintings that are exactly the same?"

"What he wants to know is, how far away do we need to be standing to be safe when this bomb explodes?" the Werewolf interrupted the Goblin's endless self-promotion, clearly annoyed, "You'd better give us a conservative number, though I'm sure I'll be enjoying your fireworks from twice that distance."

"A hundred feet will do," the Goblin said, puffing out his chest and looking squarely at the Werewolf.

"Got it, three hundred feet then."

"Come on!" Phil deflated, "If you want to enjoy a sexy explosion, you need to be close enough!"

"Wow! Thank heavens, there are no holes to stick on the bomb, such a pity!" Old Reap rolled his eyes and spread his hands to everyone, making it clear that this Goblin was beyond help.

"So you want me to fly over those guys' heads and then drop this bomb, right?" Lancelot said with interest to the Scholar, "But a flying Succubus is just too eye-catching, how are you planning to solve this problem?"

At these words, Kalalin smiled and pulled out a scroll from underneath his robe, saying:

"2nd level Magic Invisibility Spell, heard of it? This spell can make you invisible, and all your equipment will become invisible with you, lasting for about an hour. If you make an attack or cast a spell, you'll break this state," Kalalin explained with the enthusiasm of a salesman, "But I guess taking something out of the Dimensional Bag shouldn't break the state, right?"

"That works?!" Bruto exclaimed, "There must be some rule against doing that..."

"Worth a try," Lancelot found the idea brilliant, "The worst case is breaking invisibility, right? These big toads barely have necks; they won't be looking up at the top of their heads all the time."

"It should work," Old Reap the Werewolf also changed his stance, "These Demons have been pent up for a while, just a little more provocation, and they'll surely rush to a fight to the death with the other Demons."

"Add this to make the effect look even more authentic!" Priest Witt, the Dwarf Priest, joined in, holding a bottle that looked like Mercury, "Apply it on the surface of the bomb, and as soon as the wind blows, it will burn intensely, looking exactly like the Fireballs shot by the Demons!"

"You've got such a thing? What are we waiting for?!" Phil was impatient, "Let's get started already!"

"Have you gone mad? We're less than 100 feet from that gate, and I don't want to enjoy your explosion at such close range," the Werewolf gave the Goblin a look and then surveyed the surroundings, "Let's walk down the street, at least another 500 feet."

"I'm not leaving," the Goblin puffed, "This is the best spot to appreciate the beauty of the explosion, and I still have to remotely detonate the bombs."

"Are you sure?" the Werewolf looked at him incredulously, "Even though I've always believed the world would be safer if you were dead, I don't really want to see you blown into many pieces of flesh with my own eyes."

"Oh, that's so sudden," Phil looked genuinely moved, "Thank you for your concern, my dear brother. Actually, I feel the same about you... I mean, I'll dig a small hole, and when the explosion happens, I'll just hide inside and everything will be fine. Don't worry, there's a reason I've survived until now, you have to trust the experience of an Alchemist specialized in explosives."

"Fine, suit yourself. But don't forget, those guys who got blown up thought the same, and they didn't get to come back and tell their colleagues what they did wrong."

"Haha, don't worry, it'll definitely be fine," the Goblin looked very happy, "What do you say, you want to stay and enjoy this fleeting beauty with me?"

"I can see just as well from a distance," the Werewolf rolled his eyes, "There probably isn't anyone who wants to stay with this madman, right?"

Unexpectedly, the Halfling Koula raised her little arm.

"I... I'm quite curious," Koula said somewhat sheepishly, this being the first time she had spoken up in quite a while, "I'm an Alchemist too, although my specialty is primarily potions... but I'm also interested in explosives, it's a great learning opportunity."

"You're an Alchemist too?" Alamir looked very surprised, "I... I always thought you were a professional chef."

"All Halflings are professional chefs," Koula shrugged, "But to reach my level, you still need a little help from Alchemy..."

"Oh! My dear colleague!" the Goblin's face turned emerald green with excitement, "You've read Dr. Alfred's notes, haven't you? Casalilia is using the alchemical formula of that yellow explosive, it's safe, controllable, and powerful!"

"Wow! Really? I've always wanted to try, but the ingredients for making that fire oil are too hard to find..."

"Hahaha, that's because you haven't encountered Coward Devils, a type of Low Rank Demon almost as when it comes to status, completely fatty, whose fat is the best ingredient for it..."

"The Halfling race is full of curiosity," Kalalin explained to the somewhat stunned Lancelot, "This often leads them into all sorts of trouble, like being trapped in a Demon brothel as a chef, but Halflings always believe they have the luck to get out of these predicaments."

"I heard Halflings are the Goddess of Luck's favorites and they bring good fortune to their companions," Lancelot shrugged, "Judging by the current situation, her luck does seem pretty good."

"Um..." the nearby Alamir swallowed hard, "I can still cast a 3rd circle Divine Art, but Resurrection can't restore limbs that have been blown off, so if possible, try to keep your body intact..."

"Oh, don't worry, I won't die!" the Goblin had already taken out a small shovel and started digging a hole on the spot. "If I do die, don't bother resurrecting me. I don't want to go through the pain of death only to come back and see your ugly mug again!"

"I don't want that either," the Werewolf shook his head, "Let's walk a little farther and then use that Invisibility Technique scroll, we don't want those big toads to see the flash of magic."