After Dariel scolded him, he saluted Lancelo again, and then left with the goblins holding the plates.

"Maybe we shouldn't have rejected the succubus' proposal just now." Bruto sniffed, "the food on those plates smelled really good."

"Alamil, are you okay?"

A delicate voice sounded, and everyone noticed that there was still someone in the room.

At first glance, it is easy to mistake her for a minor human girl, but when you look closely, you will realize that this is a halfling.

She has pink skin and brown hair, and a cute baby face. She wears a tall chef's hat, but it can still be seen that her true height is about three feet, less than half of Lancelo's.

The smell of food was floating in the air in the room, including stews, fruits, cakes and desserts. These contradictory smells still smell very good after being mixed together, making people's index fingers tremble.

It seemed that she made the delicious dishes that Daryl strongly recommended, but Lancelow still found that the halfling was wearing shackles on her ankles, and the shackles were connected by iron chains to an iron ball larger than Bruto's head. This little guy probably tried to escape a lot.

The chef looked at Lancelo and the other two in fear, as if he was very scared of the succubus, but he still plucked up the courage to say to Alamil:

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

"Thank you, Kola, I'm fine." Alamil smiled at the halfling, but Lancelo, who was standing behind him, saw that the elf's back was already wet due to the encounter with Daryl just now.

"The cheese tart sounds great, give us one." The greedy Bruto suddenly spoke, sounding very excited.

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

"Ah, no problem!" The halfling named Kola was stunned for a moment and hurriedly replied. She squatted down and looked for something. From the perspective of Lancelo, she could only see her tall chef's hat moving back and forth behind the stove.

The halfling chef quickly stood up again, with a tray on his hand, with six freshly baked golden cheese tarts emitting an attractive scent.

"These should have been charged." Kola tried hard to make herself look as serious as possible, "but for Alamil's sake, these are gifts."

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

"Thank you, Kola, your craft is the best of everyone I've ever met." Alamir first expressed his gratitude to the halfling chef, and then reached out to grab one.

Lancelo was also very curious about the cheese tart in front of him, but he did not relax his vigilance. Instead, he first used his spiritual sense to check it out, and then secretly pinched two magic tricks to detect poison. After confirming that there was no problem with the food, he grabbed one and put it in his mouth.

"Ogma is here, my goodness."

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

The cheese tart in the mouth is soft and sweet, with a very delicate texture, and the unique aroma of cheese and eggs is thrilling; the outer skin is just right, and it also has the burnt aroma that is unique when you first left the oven, perfectly neutralizing the inward sweetness, making people unknowingly eat the whole cheese tart into their stomachs.

Bruto was quick-witted and reached out and grabbed the last one left on the plate.

The halfling chef smiled and looked very happy.

"Lanslow, can we?" Bruto stabbed Lanslow with a look of expectation, and Alamil also looked at him with hope.

It seems that passing by this kitchen was mostly intentional by the Elf Priest, but Lancelo could understand Alamil's little thoughts. If he had the chance to escape from this devil's cave, he would want his friends to go with him, at least he would have to try it.

But even if he wants to, it may not be easy to take the halfling out.

"Can she trust?" Lancelo asked, staring at Alamil's eyes.

"She has a heart like gold. Although she has suffered all kinds of injustice, she is still willing to treat everyone well." Alamir looked at Lancelo without dodging, "She is my only friend here, and of course I trust her."

Lancelo nodded, and this action made the elf smile from the bottom of his heart, making Lancelo 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 anyone going to redeem you, Alamil?"

The word "redeem" made the elf priest almost bit his tongue, and Bruto, who was beside him, made a string of barbell-like laughter.

"Cora, are you still planning to escape from this place?" Alamil looked at Coala, "I'm leaving this ghost place soon."

"What are you talking about?" The elf's words changed the face of the half-length person. She glanced nervously at the three succubus standing beside her. She quickly took out an apple pie from under her and inserted it into Alamil's mouth, trying to stop the elf from speaking again.

"No, you misunderstood, oh my god, this apple pie is so delicious." The elf who was suddenly stuffed with food said in a vague way, 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." Lancelo patted Alamil's back, then smiled at the halfling, "You cover your mouth first, and tighten it."

Kola immediately did as he did. Lancelo closed his eyes and sensed the breath around him slightly, confirming that no one was approaching the room, and then took off his transformation ring.

The screams in the half-length mouth turned into a low whine from the hands that were covering their mouths in advance. Lancelo smiled at her and put the ring on again.

"Transforming the ring? You just stumbling in with this?" Kola stared at Lancelo's finger in surprise, and suddenly smiled, as if he had suddenly figured out everything, "I understand, you are here to save Alamir!"

"We came for the pickaxe in the lounge, which might be a holy thing for the dwarves." Lancelo shook his head, "Alamil will help us get that thing, and in exchange, we will take him out. Are you going to go together?"

"Thank you, Alamil, this opportunity has come, and I can still think of me!" The halfling looked at the elf gratefully, but shook her head. She raised her feet and shook the shackles on her ankles. "But I can't go with you, I will only be a burden that will drag you down."

"Don't rush to refuse. My short friend, you can't occupy much of the place." 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."
Chapter completed!