The knight in the abyss

Chapter 94 Korra
After Daryl had reprimanded, she saluted Lancelot again, and left with the goblins carrying the plates.

"Perhaps we shouldn't have rejected the succubus' offer just now." Pluto sniffed. "The food on those plates smells so good."

"Alamiel, are you alright?"

A delicate voice sounded, and everyone noticed that there were still people in the room.

It's easy to mistake her for an underage human girl at first glance, but a closer look reveals that it's a halfling.

She has pink skin and brown hair, and a cute baby face.She wore a tall chef's hat, but she could still tell that her real height was only about three feet, less than half of Lancelot's.

The air in the room was filled with the smell of food, including stew, melons and fruits, cakes and desserts. These contradictory smells were mixed together and still smelled very good, which made people move their index fingers.

It seemed that she made the delicious dish that Daryl had highly recommended, but Lancelot still found that the halfling was wearing shackles on his ankles, and the shackles were connected by iron chains to an iron ball bigger than Pluto's head. This little guy probably made a few attempts to escape.

The chef glanced at the three of Lancelot fearfully, and seemed to be very afraid of the succubus, but he still mustered up the courage and said to Aamir:

"I still have some cheese tarts here, maybe it will make you feel better..."

"Thank you, Korra, I'm fine." Alamiel gave the halfling a smile, but Lancelot, who was standing behind him, saw that the elf's back was soaked from the encounter with Daryl just now.

"The cheese tart sounds great, let's get one." The gluttonous Pluto said suddenly, sounding very interested.

The muscles on Lancelot's face twitched. Pluto should be one of the few dwarves who is particularly interested in eating. In this situation, he actually spoke directly.

"Ah, no problem!" The halfling called Korra was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly replied.She crouched down to find something, and from Lancelot's point of view, all she could see was her tall chef's hat moving behind the stove.

The halfling chef quickly stood up again, with an extra tray in his hand, on which were six freshly baked golden cheese tarts, which were exuding a tempting aroma.

"These should have been charged." Korra tried to look as serious as possible, "but for Alamiel's sake, these are gifts."

Bruto impatiently reached out and grabbed one, and was about to pull the kerchief and throw it into his mouth, but he finally remembered something and turned his back.

"Thank you, Korra, your craft is the best of all I've ever seen." Alamir thanked the halfling chef first, then reached for one as well.

Lancelot was also very curious about the cheese tart in front of him, but he did not let down his guard. Put one in your mouth.

"Ogma is on, my God."

Karalin's sigh came from behind, and Lancelot agreed with him from the bottom of his heart.

The filling of the cheese tart at the entrance is soft and sweet, the texture is very delicate, and the unique aroma of cheese and eggs is tangy; the outer skin is just right, and it also has the unique burnt aroma when it just came out of the oven, which is perfectly neutralized. The sweetness inside makes people eat a whole cheese tart into their stomachs without realizing it.

Bruto's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he directly reached out and grabbed the last one left on the plate.

The halfling chef laughed, looking very happy.

"Lancelot, can we?" Pluto poked Lancelot with a look of anticipation in his eyes, and Aamir also looked at him with hope.

It seems that most of the elf priests did it intentionally when they passed by this kitchen, but Lancelot can understand Aamir's careful thoughts. If it was him, if he had the opportunity to escape this devil's lair, he would also want to make his own. Go with friends and at least try it out.

But even if he wanted to, it might not be easy to take the halfling out.

"Can she be trusted?" Lancelot asked, staring at Aamir's eyes.

"She has a heart of gold. Although she has suffered all kinds of injustice, she is still willing to treat everyone kindly." Alamir looked at Lancelot without evading, "She is my only friend here, Of course I trust her."

Lancelot nodded, and this action made the elf smile from the bottom of his heart, making Lancelot believe that he had made the right decision.

"Uh, what are you talking about?" The halfling chef looked at the inexplicable conversation between the two in confusion, and suddenly seemed to understand something, "Is someone going to redeem you, Aamir?"

The word redemption made the elf priest almost bite his tongue, and Pluto on the side let out a barbell-like laugh.

"Korra, are you still planning to escape from this place?" Alamir looked at Korra, "I'm leaving this hellish place soon."

"What are you talking about?" The elf's words made the halfling's face change. She glanced nervously at the three succubuses standing beside her. She quickly took out an apple pie from under her body and inserted it into Alamiel's mouth. , trying to stop the elf from speaking again.

"No, you misunderstood, oh my god, this apple pie is really delicious." The elf who was suddenly stuffed with food said vaguely, but he was reluctant to spit out the food in his mouth, so he could only try his best to speed up his swallowing. .

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Lancelot patted Aamir's back, then smiled at the halfling, "Cover your mouth first, and hold it tight."

Korra immediately followed suit. Lancelot closed his eyes and sensed the surrounding aura, making sure that no one was approaching the room, and then took off his transformation ring.

The scream in the half-length mouth was turned into a low whine by the hand that covered his mouth in advance. Lancelot smiled at her and put the ring back on.

"Transformation ring? Did you sneak in with this?" Korra stared at Lancelot's fingers in amazement, and suddenly smiled, as if she had suddenly figured out all the situation, "I see, you are Come to save Alamir!"

"We came for the pickaxe in the lounge, which may be a sacred relic of the dwarves." Lancelot shook his head, "Alamiel will help us get that thing, and in exchange, we will Take him out. Do you want to go with me?"

"Thank you Alamir, this opportunity has come, and you can still think of me!" The halfling looked at the elf gratefully, but shook her head, she lifted her foot and shook the shackles on her ankle, "But I can't go with you, I'll just be a drag on you."

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, my short friend, you don't take up much space." The elf priest replied with a smile, "There is a good place for you to hide, but you may have to sleep for a while."

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