"Kalalin, wait a moment..." Lancelo suddenly remembered something, reached out to take out the Star Strike and the Sword of Zarel from the dimensional bag, "Introduce you two new partners..."

"Ah! In the name of the Lord of Dawn, there is actually a vampire here!" As soon as he was taken out, the sword of Zarel roared with her sacred female voice with her own echo, "Justic warriors, hurry up and destroy evil!"

"Destroy your head." Lancelo pressed the Starry Sky Strike on Zarier's Sword, "You, explain it to her."

"My dear colleague, please pay attention to your etiquette. Miss Isabella is a well-educated and sincere lady who was transformed and enslaved by an ancient vampire in a vicious attack. She was regained freedom after the original owner was killed and became Sir Lancelot's companion." The Strike of the Stars spoke in his graceful tone. "If you can be more patient, you will find that there is no evil in this room, and you were held in your hand not long ago by a succubus lord. At that time, you did not see that you have the momentum you are now..."

"The situation was different at that time. The succubus had just sealed a demon lord, and the hand holding me was filled with sacred power..." The blue-blue sword body of the Zarier Sword flashed for a moment, and was silent for a moment before speaking in an apology tone, "It turns out to be a good camp... Miss Isabella, I sincerely apologize to you. It seems that I was really wrong..."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, just solve the misunderstanding." Little Isha smiled reluctantly, "I'll move two chairs for you..."

"Observation, judgment, and finally action." After Xiao Isha came back, Lancelo stood two holy swords on it, as if there were two more friends sitting on it, "Don't reverse the order."

"How can these swords speak?" The scholar was still unresponsive, "Did you suddenly wake up in the adventure?"

"The Strike of the Stars has a sense sword, but he wants to observe us first, so he always pretends to be mute." Lancelo glared at the beautiful short sword in anger. "As for the Sword of Zarel, her method is much simpler - she directly pulls us into a very important memory, where there is a small town attacked by Jenoch, see how we will react."

"What? Jeno's Gu? Is the Lord of the 422nd Level of the Abyss? Wait... Zarier's Sword? Could it be the sword of the current Grand Duke Aphras Zarier once?"

"When I separated from her, she was still a noble servant of the Serathon." Zariel's Sword replied in a depressed mood.

Caralin's expression seemed to be suffocating in the ocean of information, while the little Isa next to her looked confused - she only thought that the sword could speak was very powerful. As for the names mentioned by Lancelo and Caralin, although it sounded a little familiar, the little girl really had no idea.

"Ah, okay, let me do it first." Lancelo took a big gulp of ale and sighed comfortably, "Huh... where to start? The road to the Volcano Fort was smooth at the beginning, but not long after we encountered a lot of traps..."

Lancelo spent about an hour describing their adventure, and Alamil provided supplements from time to time. Caralin, Isa and Zariel's sword listened attentively, while the Strike of the Stars asked for a glass to be given to him after Lancelo finished his second glass of ale - just insert him into the full cup.

"It's much better than the blood of evil demons, giants and ogres." The Holy Sword commented.

Lancelo also explained Tijana's real profession - the Succubus Lord has agreed to tell the other partners about this. Anyway, Alamil, Bruto and Zariel's Sword are all witnesses, and she obviously has no intention of killing and silence. However, Lancelo still asked her partners to swear to keep this secret. After all, in this plane, the Paladin is not a glorious identity.

The Sword of Zarel was almost completely silent, and unless she asked her specifically, it would be no different from a decoration - it must be admitted that she was indeed very beautiful, even to the point of being fancy. If Lancelo had not personally inserted the sword into the body of a Barol Flame Demon, he would not have believed that this was such a powerful holy object.

Having said that, the silence of the Sword of Zariel is not difficult to understand. Sitting beside him, Lancero could almost hear the sound of her worldview breaking. The vampires in the kind camp, the paladins of the demon lord, and such a group of mercenaries who seem normal to be conscious but regard the abyss as their family. If half of the rumors about the current Grand Duke Aphronath are true, Zariel's Sword has been wielded by an angel who dreams of carrying out ethnic cleansing in the abyss since its birth. For this sword, it might be a more relaxed (and more attractive) option to cut all creatures in this room.

However, in essence, she is a weapon with a kind camp. After knowing that she might wrongly accuse a good person, she will no longer act rashly.

"...In the end, it's up to you to do everything." After hearing Lancelo finish speaking, Karalin shook his head with emotion, "If I go together this time, I probably won't be able to pass the level of burning and exploding."

"If you are here, you will definitely remind us to beware of the evil moves of the Barol Flame Demon." Lancelo shook his head, "And in the end it was not the mess that Tijana came to clean up. I didn't think of any chance to turn the tables afterwards..."

"It's different. After all, you really killed a Balo Flame Demon. This is a very amazing achievement." Karalin said with a smile, "Even if he dies on the spot, the Lord of the Dead will nod to you with satisfaction."

"Ah, how is that possible?" The Starry Sky Strike interrupted with confusion, "Yega is not that kind-hearted person..."

"Yego?" Zariel's sword also spoke unexpectedly, "Isn't the Lord of the Dead Milk?"

"Ha, it's interesting now!" Karalin rubbed his hands excitedly, "Dear Star Strike, about the ancient god of death, what can you share with us?"

"It seems that the God of Death has been replaced now." Some bubbles appeared at the bottom of the beer mug dedicated to the holy objects, and the water level dropped by about half a quarter of the fingers. "Jego, Lord of the End of All Things, the clerk of the Doomsday. It is said that he has a face between humans and mantis. In his eyes, there is a pair of lifeless yellow eyeballs, nose and ears are almost no different from the rest of his head. Most of his figures are hidden behind a dull cloak, and the ones exposed outside are shriveled and mummy-tight gray skin. According to rumors, Ms. Shar, a lady of Dark Night, once visited the Lord of the Dead, and came back to complain that the conversation with Jego was always monotonous, boring and too formal. Everyone knows that Jego is not evil, nor malicious, but the quill in the hands of the quiet, cold mobile man, recording the death of all things in complex and incomprehensible words."
Chapter completed!