Chapter 808 - 819: Change of Plan
An hour later, everyone left the secret temple, bringing with them the secrets of the past, the blessing of the Lord of the Dead, and a genuine zombie princess.
"That was the strangest nap I’ve ever taken in my life. One moment I just closed my eyes, and the next I woke up without any process of falling asleep or waking up..." Bruto muttered as he walked out, hands on his head, "So, where are we going next? Back to Raventown first, or straight to Chadegory to find that baroness?"
"Let’s head back to Raventown first." Lancelot walked towards the distant light, "To complete our mission, Soveris and his bird-transforming friends will be very helpful..."
"My mother’s demands before she left…" The new member of the team, the zombie Fran Derrick, suddenly spoke with a ghostly voice, "You didn’t take them seriously, did you?"
"Why not?" Lancelot shrugged, "Since the Lord of the Dead agreed, we obviously have no objections."
"But my mother’s wishes are just wishful thinking. The murderer had over a hundred years to repent, but didn’t…"
"I can’t refuse such a sincere request from a mother, and it’s not troublesome, just asking a question." Lancelot turned to look at the zombie princess, "Every soul should be given a chance to atone for their sins before facing the ultimate judgment... That’s Cranvo, the current Lord of the Dead’s view. I personally don’t quite agree, but I believe He will make a fair judgment."
The exit was finally reached. The overcast sky cast a dim light, but the zombie princess still let out a painful scream, covering her eyes in agony. Not long ago, she had even pulled off her own head without such a reaction. A look of sympathy was directed towards Fran; it was clear that this gaunt zombie had once been a great beauty, but had suffered betrayal by her own family and was imprisoned in a dark stone coffin for over a century in her prime years.
As the female zombie finally adjusted to the surrounding light, several unfamiliar figures appeared before her, staring at her in surprise.
"Sir Lancelot, Soveris asked us to wait for you here." One of the male Elves clad in a green cloak spoke, "We also brought feathers imbued with the power of the holy icon, allowing you to transform again. But as I recall, there were originally five of you when you set out..."