This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 162 - 149 Foreseeing Death

Chapter 162: Chapter 149: Foreseeing Death

Chapter 162 -149: Foreseeing Death

Katherine finally understood why the elders of the Elf Tribe had always advised her against going out.

Even though she had transformed into the appearance of an orc, she was still an extraordinary beauty in the eyes of the orcs.

Originally, Katherine just stood dumbly beside Amberser, wanting to listen to how he chatted with the bartender.

But before long, she noticed that many people in the tavern were staring at her, making Katherine quite uncomfortable.

Had she given herself away somehow?

Trying to observe the orcs in the tavern, Katherine quickly identified her problem—not being rough enough.

Not a single orc stood like Katherine did; their posture was always curved.

When sitting at the bar, one should lean forward and prop themselves up with their elbows on the countertop. If sitting in a chair, one should recline with legs spread wide. Even when standing, they should find something to lean against, to convey a sense of casual ease.

Katherine, however, followed the habits of elves, maintaining graceful poise at all times, keeping her core stable, and not standing or sitting awkwardly, as this would be seen as terribly impolite among elves.

Katherine believed this was the reason why she attracted so much attention.

So, she decided to try and change.

Katherine looked around and prepared to find an empty seat to sit down. Just spreading her legs and leaning back in the chair shouldn’t be a challenge for a Legendary Ranger.

But Katherine had no idea that she was seating herself beside a gambling table.

At first, Katherine even thought that those orcs throwing dice were just playing some kind of game, until a dark-skinned orc, exuding the aura of a nouveau riche, approached and said bluntly, “Hey, beauty, wanna play a hand or two?”

Katherine was nearly blinded by the gold rings on his fingers and the gold-encrusted fangs, and his breath reeking of alcohol made her frown in disgust.

Facing the dark-skinned orc, Katherine firmly declined, “No need, I don’t know how to play.”

In Elf Tribe customs, this would have been a clear rejection, and the other party should have gracefully backed off.

But to an orc, she doesn’t know how to play? Then why not teach her?

The dark-skinned orc laughed heartily, “Don’t worry, if you lose, it’s on me.”

This wealthy guy grabbed a handful of chips and tried to stuff them into Katherine’s hand, while also attempting to cop a feel.

For some reason, despite not seeming orc-like, the more one looked at this female orc, the more beautiful she appeared, possessing a beauty that transcended appearance.

Orcs are accustomed to being straightforward—beauty is beauty, and ugly is ugly. Yet, this female orc made the wealthy guy think of the word “charm.”

Yes, charm. This female orc had a unique charm that made her stand out, unforgettable at first sight.

Such a woman made the wealthy guy’s heart race, prompting him to eagerly offer her money. With any other woman, he would only tip after taking advantage of her, but just touching her hand wasn’t nearly enough.

But to think of touching the hand of a Legendary Ranger was far too unrealistic an expectation.

The wealthy guy hadn’t even seen Katherine’s move when he reached out, only to grasp thin air.

“Don’t be shy, come on! I have lots of chips here. I’ll teach you how to play. If you win, it’s yours; if you lose, it’s on me,” he said, trying to sit next to Katherine, determined to win over this woman with a unique charm today, no matter the cost.

But at the same gambling table, there wasn’t just one wealthy man.

Several other orcs had also noticed Katherine, equally captivated by her special allure. Such a special beauty—how could anyone resist her?

Another wealthy guy hurriedly shouted, “You call that chump change? Beauty, come over here. All of these are yours!”

Chips representing hundreds of Gold Coins were casually tossed out, indicating that this wealthy guy seemed even more affluent.

Katherine was utterly confused. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been pursued by men before, but those were elves, and besides, she was of the status of a queen. Who would dare be so rude in front of her?

This direct approach of using money irritably prompted Katherine to wish she could just pull out her wallet on the spot.

A few hundred Gold Coins—what was that to her? Her private savings were counted in tens of millions.

But this second wealthy guy’s voice seemed too loud and soon attracted the attention of other patrons.

And then… even more orcs became aware of Katherine’s presence.

One after another, the orcs seemed to be struck by the arrows of love. Those with money immediately opened their wallets, and those without began to subtly flex their muscles.

Wealth and strength—these were the traditional orcish methods of pursuit.

This commotion drew the attention of patrons from other races in the tavern, leading many to wonder if they had been served counterfeit drinks, as they found themselves considering the female orc’s refined appearance.

Katherine panicked. What did this horde of stinking orcs mean by surrounding her?

The flustered elven lass could only look to Amberser for help. Her pleading gaze met Amberser’s just as he finished his business dealings.

Amberser sighed, opened his left hand, clenched his right fist, and then forcefully hammered it into the palm.

Amberser: Get it?

Katherine: Huh?

Rolling his eyes, Amberser realized he had forgotten this little noob didn’t understand the gesture, unlike the seasoned veterans he used to travel with.

Amberser had no choice but to mouth the words to Katherine, “Give them a good thrashing!”

Because female Adventurers were rare, in places like taverns, they had the right to unlimited retaliation if harassed.

If you get killed, don’t complain. All Adventurers live on the edge of a knife; if a man can’t defeat a woman, he deserves his fate.

This inequitable rule, filled with male chauvinism and gender discrimination, was universally accepted across the continent.

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Katherine couldn’t understand the hand signal, but she caught what Amberser was mouthing.

Katherine narrowed her eyes, and as another orcish rich guy tried to grab her hand, she drew the long sword from her waist.

The scabbard struck after it was drawn, hitting the orc in the face.

With a smack, the wealthy orc brother had already flown out, his eyes already rolling back as he was mid-air.

This unlucky soul did three and a half spins in the air before crashing through two tables. By then, half of his face had swollen like an over-fermented dark crust bread, even one of his tusks had broken.

Half of his face swollen, with one of his tusks broken.

This strength, it shocked the whole room.

Rangers are known for their agility, but Katherine’s magic equipment was not to be underestimated; the strength bestowed by her gear was enough to arm wrestle a hill giant.

Such fierce and overwhelming power startled everyone in the tavern.

Katherine seemed to have activated berserk mode, as the orcs trying to take advantage of the chaos were successively sent flying by her, destroying tables one after another.

Katherine was restrained; her sword remained sheathed, using only the flat to strike. Her exquisite swordsmanship was enough to overpower the group of orcs.

As one brawny orc after another was sent flying, bursts of cheers erupted in the tavern.

“Well done!”

“Good fight!”

“Boss lady! I want to run with you!”

“This one’s on me!”

…

All the onlookers loved the ruckus, and Katherine got lost in the midst of the cheers and flattery, unable to suppress a grin.

Is this what adventuring is? It’s so thrilling, so much fun.

Amberser quietly sat at the bar, and when he saw Katherine start to excitedly pour her own drinks, he didn’t stop her.

In the corners, many whispered to each other, their gazes circling around Katherine. Amidst the various compliments, pint after pint of ale was brought before Katherine, her cheeks glowing with glee.

Even in the guise of an orc, Katherine’s presence made many suck in a breath of cold air, starting to question their own sense of beauty.

The Orcish Bartender calmly cleaned the glasses, anyway shattered things would always be compensated—usually by the losers paying up, so there was no urgency.

However, after a few glances at Katherine, the typically neutral Orcish Bartender couldn’t help but say to Amberser, “Aren’t you going to warn your companion? A few Drows are planning to spike her drink.”

Amberser calmly replied, “Bar brawls are a must for adventurers, one has to experience it firsthand. No matter how much I warn her, it’s no use; she would blame me for ruining the fun.”

The Orcish Bartender disdainfully shot back, “Men.”

Only then did Amberser realize that the bartender was a woman.

It was mainly because orcs generally have well-developed pectoral muscles, and this Orcish Bartender happened to be one of the rare flat-chested ones among orcs—it was genuinely difficult to discern her gender just by her face.

No wonder she was so unperturbed; she wasn’t much affected by Katherine’s influence.

But to have prompted the usually impartial bartender to give a warning… the charm of the Elf Queen was too outlandish. Next time, he’d make her transform into a Skeleton.

Surely no one would fancy a skeleton frame.

As he was preparing to watch if Katherine would notice her drink had been spiked, suddenly a figure covered head to toe in wrappings came and sat beside Amberser.

This person lowered their voice and whispered, “Teacher… is that you?”

Amberser turned his head, a hint of surprise in his tone, “Harvey?”

Harvey lifted the scarf from his face, saying excitedly, “It’s really you! Teacher, it’s been so long!”

Amberser emotively said, “To recognize me, Harvey, you’ve improved again.”

Amberser now looked nothing like his usual self with black hair and eyes; dressed head to toe like a Ranger, Harvey recognized him which meant his Diviner abilities must have grown stronger—definitely not an issue with Amberser’s disguise.

Harvey was pleased, sitting down beside Amberser and inquiring, “Teacher, what brings you here? Have you resolved the troubles in Alchemy City?”

Amberser nodded.

“That matter is settled, and I found the time, so I decided to come out and wander the desert.”

“That’s wonderful.” Harvey’s fingers drew in the air, opening a tiny Spatial Pouch and pulled out a silver-white box for Amberser.

“Teacher, the Life Casket is intact, returning to its owner now.”

When they had parted last time, Harvey took Amberser’s Life Casket with him, mentioning he would go to the desert. It was unexpected to meet again so soon.

Amberser, astonished, said, “It seems your progress is even greater than I imagined.”

Creating a Spatial Pouch with magic wasn’t something ordinary Mages could achieve; Harvey had been just a Mage Apprentice not long ago—his progress was astonishing.

But the more he thought about it, the less impossible it seemed.

Harvey had exceptional talent; otherwise, he couldn’t have become a Diviner Mage by merely teaching himself through books. While working for Amberser he spent every day reading and taking notes, complemented by Amberser’s guidance, which solidified his foundation.

With the gaps in his knowledge filled and his outstanding talent, it was only a matter of some experience before making remarkable progress.

Many Legendary Mages have had such experiences—a drastic change in just a month or two, then rapidly advancing to Legendary status.

Amberser felt a twinge of reluctance to let such talent go. Now that he had regained the power of prophecy, he was more than qualified to teach Harvey. After all, nurturing a Legendary Mage wouldn’t be a bad thing.

“Harvey, would you like to come back with me? I could formally take you on as my apprentice.”

Despite Harvey’s habit of addressing Amberser as ‘Teacher,’ the two weren’t actually in a true mentor-apprentice relationship. A genuine relationship is as close as that of a father and son, and Amberser had few apprentices in his lifetime—all previous ones perished due to various misfortunes.

Upon hearing Amberser’s proposition, Harvey at first looked ecstatic but soon shook his head and said, “I’m afraid it’s already too late.”

Amberser, frowning, asked, “Did you… see your own death?”