This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 133 - 124 He Likes Jinshan
Chapter 133: Chapter 124 He Likes Jinshan
Chapter 133 -124 He Likes Jinshan
Amberser left the chaotic battlefield.
After spending several Dice of Destiny, Amberser barely managed to lift the skirt of the Goddess of Fate, catching a glimpse of something from the past.
The Gates of Hell were prepared by the Cerberus Family, with preparations beginning from the day Alchemy City was destroyed.
What troubled Amberser was that there must have been several Hell Lords involved in this attack.
They were monstrous beings with near divine power, possessing strength almost equal to that of Deities, and it was Elves who were ambushed, not Amberser, so it did not trigger his sense of impending danger.
The downfall of a kingdom always attracts the attention of Deities, but this time it was excessively chaotic.
Jockeying for believers is a common practice among Deities, and the collapse of Alchemy City plunged billions of the nation’s citizens into chaos, indeed presenting the perfect proselytizing opportunity.
Not many Deities could refuse such a chance.
It’s understandable that the Hell Lords were restless; after all, the more who died in war, the more Souls would fall into Hell, which for them was like picking up money off the ground—everyone prefers to pick up as much as possible.
Amberser began to reflect on himself: “I made a mistake, I didn’t realize Alchemy City was so enticing to these weaker Deities.”
Despite having lived many years, he had never seen an entire kingdom collapse so suddenly. Past dynastic changes had always gone through a rise and fall process, usually showing various signs before the kingdom was utterly rotten.
Alchemy City’s play of the “Godhood Plan” which led to its own self-destruction overnight, was indeed a first for him. Plus, due to Alchemy City’s custom of “religious freedom,” Amberser hadn’t considered the perils of Hell worship.
“Cerberus Family, is it? If you’re so fond of Hell, then let me show you what true Hell is like.”
Amberser summoned his nearly depleted Golden Throne, and his hands traced crimson filaments through the air.
This wasn’t Magic, but something more mystical; the filaments didn’t outline any magic structures, but fluctuated, influencing the flowing air.
The stirred air formed a few inconspicuous vortices, causing shifts in the wind’s currents.
When it reached the ground, a patch of wild grass quivered more than the rest; Hell demon blood hanging from it began to drip slowly, landing on a small insect below.
This bug, attracted by rotten flesh, began to mutate under the influence of the demon blood.
Minutes later, the insect, now doubled in size, started to voraciously consume the demonic flesh, eventually bursting its own body, but soon, several carrion crows descended.
Most of the crows that ingested demon flesh went mad and died in agony.
One lucky crow, having eaten the mutated insect’s corpse, found the demon’s power had been somewhat weakened after one digestion process, reducing its corrosive effect and not killing the crow; instead, it grew a second, featherless, and bloody head.
The two-headed crow took to the skies with rage, plunging into the black night, its fate unknown.
The threads of Destiny trembled ever so slightly, their minute influence rippling outwards, growing larger and larger.
This was the first time Amberser had used the power of Destiny Weaving; influenced by Rowetta, he could only weave a painful future for others.
This time, he would let the Cerberus Family experience the cruelty of fate.
Having taken his revenge, Amberser returned, feeling content.
But it had been a very eventful night, and by the time he returned to the castle, Isabel was already drowsing over a pile of documents.
Amberser didn’t disturb the tired girl, even kindly draping a garment over her.
It was too cold, and sleeping like that would surely lead to a cold; covering her with a garment meant she could continue her work the next day.
Having done all this, Amberser prepared to speak with the Elf Queen.
The things he had prepared must have already been seen by her. Some good things can’t be hidden forever; sometimes you need to reveal a bit on purpose, to have the rich spend large sums.
He didn’t expect Queen Catherine to be so impatient, though. Just as Amberser covered Isabel with a garment, the Queen appeared outside the workshop.
Catherine said, surprised, “It’s actually true, you are quite kind to humans.”
The Elf Queen had seen Amberser gently draping a garment over Isabel; she was truly impressed that there appeared to be such a compassionate Lich in the world.
Amberser said casually, “If she gets sick, I’m left with no one to order around.”
Catherine smiled slightly; the Lich’s stubborn demeanor was quite amusing to her—the more she observed, the more he seemed like a “person” rather than a cold, cruel Undead.
Such a humanized Lich might make the upcoming negotiations proceed.
Every time Catherine thought about the magical seals on the bodies of the Elven Captives, she couldn’t help but get excited. Although she still didn’t understand the principles of the seal, this was the first time she saw an opportunity to cure magic addiction. Power restrictions were trivial, as long as the Elves could live on.
“Master Ultraman, before the new negotiations begin, there are some matters I would like to discuss with you.”
Katherine struggled to control her expression, not wanting to let Amberser see through her thoughts.
Amberser, feigning ignorance, said with a puzzled look, “As an intermediary between the dwarves and the elves, having a private conversation with you might seem unfair to the dwarves. Can’t whatever it is be brought up during the negotiation meeting?”
Of course, Katherine couldn’t bring up the matter of the magical seal during the negotiations; that would only increase the risk of leaking the secret of the magical addiction disease. She didn’t even want Amberser to know about the magical addiction disease; she just wanted to use indirect means to get her hands on the principles of the seal.
So, seeing that Amberser looked resistant, Katherine hastened to say, “I’m sure you’ve been in touch with the Desert Dwarves while running around for these negotiations. It seems unfairness has already emerged, and we of the Elf Tribe have suffered a loss. Master Ultraman, this is an opportunity for you to redress our elves.”
Her words were quite clever and made Amberser view Queen Katherine in a new light.
Legends aren’t fools; in past images, Katherine only seemed indecisive because of the immense pressure she was under.
Now that she had found hope for her elf kind, the heavy burden on her heart had lightened somewhat, restoring much of her spirit.
“Your Majesty’s words make me feel ashamed. Indeed, it is my lapse. Since that is the case, let us sit down and have a good talk.”
Amberser invited Katherine to the highest part of the castle, which is usually where he sorted his experimental data. Many drafts were still scattered across the table.
Katherine glanced at them and saw a familiar pattern. Wasn’t this the seal on the elven captives?
Amberser gestured for her to sit and said to Katherine, “Please, Your Majesty, take a seat. Pay no mind to the surroundings; as a Lich with little to offer, I have nothing to entertain Your Highness with.”
Katherine, fighting the urge to snatch the drafts, looked casually at Amberser and said, “Today you saved my kin; how could I possibly be upset over such trifles? I haven’t had the chance to thank you properly yet. Now, on behalf of the Elf Tribe, I thank you for your assistance.”
“Your Majesty is too kind, but I believe that the matter you wish to discuss with me is not gratitude. The day is about to break; shall we cut to the chase?”
Katherine said, “Exactly, I want to discuss my kin. You previously captured several of the Dusk Guards, and I would like you to release them. We elves are willing to pay a ransom. This transaction is unrelated to the dwarves, so discussing it privately shouldn’t affect the negotiations, right?”
“So that’s what Your Majesty wants to talk about. Indeed, the elven captives have little to do with the dwarves, but when I communicated with the dwarves, they were quite interested in these Dusk Guards. After all, the actions of the Elf Tribe are quite peculiar, and we all are curious about your strategic plans. The Dwarf Race is willing to pay a large sum of Gold Coins for these captives. If Your Majesty wishes to buy back the captives, then I can tell you the price the dwarves have offered me.”
Something felt off to Katherine, but she still asked as calmly as possible, “How much are my kin worth to the dwarves?”
“A mere five million Gold Coins per elf.”
Amberser calmly stated a ludicrously high figure.
Upon hearing this, Queen Catherine couldn’t help but say, “Master Ultraman, that joke isn’t funny at all.”
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“This is no joke. Do you, Your Majesty, not think these Dusk Guards are worth the price?” Amberser retorted.
Queen Catherine said very seriously, “My people are priceless, but that doesn’t mean the outside world will measure them in such a distorted manner. Moreover, the dwarves have now been beaten by the Lauren Empire to the point of having no power to fight back. Do they even have this much gold to offer? Even if they could, why would they pay such an exorbitant price for a group of captives? Master Ultraman, I am negotiating the ransom with all sincerity, so please do not make these meaningless jokes.”
Five million Gold Coins would be enough to arm a legion of Dwarf Iron Guards. Although Cicero and the others were elite elves, how could each of them possibly be worth five million? Everyone combined, along with the so-called “strategic intelligence,” would hardly be worth that.
“How could this be a joke? If you don’t believe me, I can show you the proof,” he said.
Amberser produced several magic letters and handed them to Queen Catherine.
The letters bore the official seal of the Dwarf Kingdom, authentic government documents. The content was also very clear. The Dwarf Kingdom was willing to pay a price of five million Gold Coins per person for all the Elven Captives. Of course, it was Hake Stone who got these for Amberser, and anyway, the dwarves wouldn’t help Queen Catherine reveal their deception—the amount could be randomly inflated.
Queen Catherine furrowed her brows and said, “How could they come up with so much money? It doesn’t make sense. I have to doubt the authenticity of this document.”
Amberser casually said, “Then let’s talk about it during the official negotiations. You can ask the dwarves in person then. As for their economic issues, truth be told, they’ve recently uncovered a vast Underground City filled with gold, the exact amount I’m not sure of, but it’s definitely several times more than the original gold reserves of the Dwarf Kingdom.”
Queen Catherine was at a loss for words; she simply couldn’t verify whether what Amberser said was true or false.
However, her real purpose was not here.
“We can still negotiate the ransom amount; our Elf Tribe is not without means to pay. However, I need to ensure the safety of my people. I have just met with them, and I found they have all been enchanted with a magical seal. This seal won’t have any effects on my people, will it?” Queen Catherine asked.
Amberser smiled slightly and said, “Oh, that? Rest assured, it absolutely won’t have any effect.”
Queen Catherine said, “No, Master Ultraman, you might not understand our Elf Tribe very well. We are very sensitive to magic. If possible, I would like to know the specific effects of this seal. If it’s confirmed that it has no impact on my people, then I might be able to agree to the price of five million.”
Amberser looked at the seemingly calm Queen Catherine, feeling as if her heartbeat was about to burst out of her chest. No matter how much she tried to suppress it, she couldn’t fully control her expressions.
Amberser said with a smile to Queen Catherine, “Your Majesty, the price of five million is what the dwarves offered. If I sell the captives to you, then I would be breaching the agreement. The penalty for breaching is one to three, you see. It wouldn’t be right for me to foot this bill, right? As for the seal, as long as you pay, I will remove the magical seal first. Any aftereffects, just come to me. I guarantee a cure. How does that sound?”
Queen Catherine clenched her fist under the table, realizing now that Gustavo Flint had deceived her.
What kind of lich was this, who supposedly loved Gold Coins? He clearly loved Gold Mountains!
