Chapter 469: Chapter 493: It’s Settled Chapter 469: Chapter 493: It’s Settled Lancelot and old Reap were both stunned upon hearing these words, and they exchanged helpless glances, as the situation was truly unexpected.

“The Goddess no longer responds to your prayers?” Lancelot asked, scratching his head in confusion as a nonbeliever, he really didn’t understand what it was like to communicate with the Divine Power, “Did you do something that goes against the teachings of the Goddess of Ice?”

“Absolutely not!” Tiflin became immediately agitated, but then quickly slumped back into despondence, “I have disappointed the Goddess, She has lost patience with me…”

“How did you manage to create that shaved ice then?” old Reap asked curiously, “That should still be a power bestowed by Olul, right?”

“It’s just a simple trick, I can only manage that much now,” Mohoi sighed, “Listen, I know that behind you is surely the will of Lady Tijana, but without the Goddess’s Divine Arts, I am nothing more than an ordinary citizen with some small tricks…”

“There’s a task that requires us to go to a very, very cold place, stay for several days, or even weeks, and there will likely be battles,” Lancelot said carefully choosing his words, “If you regained your ability to use Divine Arts, could you help us adapt to such a cold environment?”

“‘If’ the Goddess is willing to bestow her Divine Arts upon me again, then I do have a way,” Tiflin shrugged, “but that is impossible, the air in this plane is just too dry…”

“I heard you’ve always wanted to create a blizzard, right?” Lancelot stroked his chin, “If we help you achieve that, do you think Olul might give you another chance?”

“You would help me?” Mohoi looked doubtfully at Lancelot, then at old Reap, “How so?”

“You said earlier that the air in the Abyss is too dry, which is why you can’t produce snow, right…” Lancelot clapped his hands together, “What if I generated a large area of fog, would that help you?”

“A bit of magic-generated fog won’t be much use,” Tiflin seemed uninterested in the Human Knight’s suggestion, “Have you ever seen a real blizzard? The momentum that sweeps across mountains and rivers, the pure white that covers everything?”

“Yes, I have seen it, and the way I make fog is different from usual magic, it can cover an area with a radius of ten miles,” Lancelot interrupted Tiflin’s praise of the blizzard, “Is that large enough for you?”

“You can do that?” Mohoi’s voice was full of skepticism, “Sorry, but I won’t just believe someone who suddenly shows up…”

“This is Sir Lancelot.” The Werewolf suddenly spoke, “You’ve heard the name, right?”

“What?” Tiflin looked clearly taken aback, “You are Lancelot?”

“Am I that famous?” Lancelot touched his nose, “Strange, I’ve always kept a low profile…”

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“Those Dwarves really can talk when they’re drunk.” Mohoi sat up straight from where he was leaning on the couch, “You really cut off the tail of a Bone Demon through a giant boulder with a single sword strike?”

“I can testify to that,” old Reap interjected, “I was there and saw it clearly.”

“Really? I remember there being a thick ice wall between us at the time,” Lancelot shrugged, “Maybe I should talk to Bruto about not boasting any more…”

“If you really are the Human Knight who has performed numerous miracles, maybe we can really give it a try,” Tiflin’s confidence seemed greatly restored by the name of Lancelot, “What do you plan to do?”

“Don’t worry about how I’ll do it,” Lancelot waved his hand, “I just want to know, when can you try to create a blizzard?”

“I need to prepare the ritual materials, magic artifacts, and confess to the Goddess…” Mohoi suddenly stood up from the couch, pacing around the room uneasily, murmuring indistinctly, then he clenched his teeth and said to the Human Knight, “Three days, I need three days.”

“Okay,” Lancelot nodded, “but we need to agree on this beforehand, if I successfully create a blizzard for you, will you provide us with a way to withstand the cold?”

“Of course. I will use the power granted by the Goddess to create an amulet. Through a simple ceremony, you can give up to eight people the ability to resist the severe cold for an entire day,” she assured.

“Do we need to pay anything extra for this?” he asked.

“To make the amulet, I need a sapphire and a small amount of platinum.” The purple-skinned Tiflin spread his hands. “I can’t afford such things.”

“Leave that to me,” said Lancelot, nodding. “Then it’s settled, I will come to you in three days, and we will hold the ceremony in the Shattered Mountain Range.”

After reaching an agreement, Lancelot and old Reap left the ice house and returned to the busier streets of the market area.

“Lady Tijana will pay for those materials,” the Werewolf assured him. “But can you really conjure a thick fog?”

“A mountain man has his ways.”

“…What?”

“It means I have a plan,” Lancelot explained, spreading his hands, “but honestly, I’m not sure if it will really work.”

“Ah? You’re not confident?” The Werewolf’s expression fell. “What if it fails?”

“I didn’t say it would definitely succeed,” Lancelot looked at him oddly, “If it fails, I’ll sincerely apologize to the shop owner and then think of another way.”

“Okay…” Old Reap scratched his head, then suggested, “Shall we take a stroll through this market first? See if there are any backup options. The boss has already given the word–whatever catches your eye, just take it, and she will pay for everything. We don’t get such opportunities often…”
“Since I’m the boss, isn’t hers essentially mine?”

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“Uh… you have a point there, I guess…”
“Just kidding, don’t take it seriously,” Lancelot laughed, “Let’s do it tomorrow. I’ll call the others, and we come together, since you’re part of this too.”

“Okay,” Reap shrugged, “See you, then. I’m off to ‘The Pillar of Fire’ for a drink…”
“Sounds like a nice place,” Lancelot nodded to him, “See you tomorrow.”

“How many secrets does this guy hold?” Watching the Human Knight’s departing figure, the Werewolf clenched his teeth in frustration, but he sighed deeply, recalling the scene he had witnessed when escaping from Oasis Fort, where Lancelot had stayed behind alone to face a terrifying Angel of Death–and then returned alive.

“Is it only the strong who deserve love?” The Werewolf shook his head, turning to walk in another direction. “While I can only exchange money for fleeting pleasures…”
Despite having walked a considerable distance, Lancelot’s keen hearing still caught the Werewolf’s muttered words. He chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he gradually vanished into the night.

The time for cultivation had arrived…