This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 144 - 133 Who Works for Whom
Chapter 144: Chapter 133: Who Works for Whom?
Chapter 144 -133: Who Works for Whom?
The Dwarves wanted to have a chat with Amberser, which was beyond his expectations.
With the formal negotiations only a few days away, why did Hoffman Ironfist suddenly decide to visit? Knowing that the Elf Tribe lived here, perhaps he wanted to reach some consensus before the official talks.
It seemed that was correct.
The fear in negotiations is always that they will break down, and without any tacit understanding between the parties, it can easily devolve into a heated argument, with extreme, irretrievable nonsense spoken, thus prolonging the discussions considerably.
Hoffman Ironfist’s visit this time was surely to confirm the bottom line with Queen Catherine and facilitate restraint during the official talks.
That must be it.
Amberser didn’t take it too seriously; after weaving a future of servitude for Queen Catherine, he knew the Elf Queen wouldn’t be in any danger, at least not until this war was over.
With this assurance, he could relax a bit more; the rest would proceed systematically, and destiny would arrange everything.
Hoffman Ironfist seemed in a hurry; a few hours after sending the message, he arrived at Amberser’s castle.
Hake Stone, the Vampire, acted as the go-between and accompanied Hoffman Ironfist.
Amberser, along with Queen Catherine, politely received the group of Dwarves.
Perhaps the effect of Destiny Weaving was too potent, as Queen Catherine had already begun to embrace her role—it seemed she was not so much the Elf Queen but rather Amberser’s assistant.
When Hoffman Ironfist saw Queen Catherine also coming forward to meet them, his expression changed curiously. He whispered to Hake Stone, “Isn’t this Elf Queen fake? She’s greeting us with your friend, which hardly seems proper.”
But Hake Stone shook his head, “I don’t understand Elf etiquette, but if you tell me this is a fake Elf Queen, then how beautiful must the real one be?”
Hoffman Ironfist couldn’t help but take several more glances at Queen Catherine, admitting to himself that his old friend was right. Such charm couldn’t be fake; if it were, the Elf Tribe wouldn’t need to wage war at all—sending more Elf girls to walk around a few times would be enough to unify the continent.
Yet, Hoffman Ironfist still keenly sensed something was amiss; Queen Catherine was too close to this Lich, entirely against normal social conventions. Wasn’t the meaning of High Elves supposed to be one of haughtiness? Shouldn’t the Undead be the last race they would associate with?
Despite his doubts, Hoffman Ironfist still remembered his purpose.
Find a way to get Queen Catherine out of the Lich’s castle and into another trap for the Elf Tribe.
Hoffman Ironfist tried hard to maintain his composure as he followed Amberser into the castle.
As usual, Amberser offered plain boiled water to his guests, claiming that, as a Lich, he had no need for food or drink, and thus had prepared nothing else.
Hake Stone looked disdainfully at Amberser; he had hoped to scrounge some blood here. It was one thing for a Lich not to have drinks and delicate snacks, but to not even have fresh blood? Was this a joke?
Amberser ignored the Vampire’s disgruntled gaze; today was not Hake Stone’s turn to play the main role. Why all the disdain when the King’s Hand and the Elf Queen didn’t seem to mind?
After a taste of the bland water, Hoffman Ironfist took the initiative to say, “I apologize for the intrusion today; it’s quite impolite. Given that the talks are upcoming, and in light of the recent unexpected events, I wanted to meet with Her Majesty Queen Catherine in advance and hope that the previous ambush won’t affect our forthcoming negotiations.”
Queen Catherine calmly replied, “It was just an accident. Fortunately, with the help of Master Ultraman, no Elves died, and after treatment, they have begun to recover.”
Not a single Elf died?
Hoffman Ironfist was somewhat disappointed; he had known Queen Catherine was unharmed, but not the finer details.
An ambush at the Gates of Hell and not a single Elf killed? The Cerberus Family was turning out to be quite the waste.
Or perhaps… was this Lich just too strong?
Hoffman Ironfist looked toward Amberser, now in human form, realizing he needed to reassess the true strength of this Lich.
Amberser noticed the deep disappointment on Hoffman Ironfist’s face but saw nothing amiss. It was completely normal for the Dwarves and Elves, though now negotiating, to feel upset to hear their adversaries had not suffered losses.
It was like hearing Laine was constantly victorious in war; Amberser would also feel very disappointed.
Not wanting to waste time, Amberser suggested, “Hoffman, since you’re here today, we could discuss some details of the negotiation in advance. If we can reach a consensus now, perhaps things will go much smoother during the actual talks. What do you think?”
Hoffman Ironfist had been considering an excuse, maybe inviting Queen Catherine to see their newly constructed palace to get her away from this castle.
But as Amberser suddenly brought this up, he had no reason to refuse. After all, the peace talks were the priority, and changing the subject abruptly could arouse suspicion.
“In that case, we can indeed have an advance exchange. I am also curious; why would the traditionally non-confrontational Elf Tribe suddenly send troops? The territories of Alchemy City should hold little significance for you, don’t they?”
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Facing Hoffman Ironfist’s question, Queen Catherine was well prepared.
