The Paladin in the Abyss

freeweɓnøvel.com "Second, according to the intelligence from the ravens, those three witches entered the Demon’s Domain immediately after capturing Uncle Barrend’s soul. I believe that they are likely able to come and go freely, at least they must have some form of collaboration with the master of the domain,"

"Is it possible that the witches have defeated the original Domain Lord and then took control over Derrick Valley?" Lancelot asked with a frown, "And Peyton Derrick, the original Domain Lord, has become a puppet of the witches?"

"The witches most likely possess the knowledge on how to control a sealed Domain Lord, but I don’t believe they have the power to defeat a Lich, and I can’t think of any reason for them to do so," Kalalin shook her head, "And don’t forget our third clue. Cranvo said that this matter is related to His predecessor, and we indeed found the emblem of that predecessor — right on the weapon that killed Uncle Barrend."

"There are too many questions that need answers, and what we know now is too little," Lancelot sighed, "Can you cast that spell to locate Uncle Barrend again? We need to ensure Bruto’s old man’s safety before we think about how to get out of here."

"No problem," Kalalin immediately nodded, "But just a reminder, doing so will deplete my Fifth Circle spell slots for today, so don’t expect me to be able to provide support with the strongest spells if a battle breaks out later."

"Okay, I got it."

"Good. Bruto, give me some of your blood, ordinary is fine."

This time, the dwarf didn’t joke around. He drew a small dagger from his waist with a serious expression, took out a small flask of strong liquor from behind his breastplate to clean the blade, then lightly cut a half-inch long wound on the back of his hand, from which bright red blood immediately began to seep.