This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 239 - 220 The Test of the Goddess of Fate

Chapter 239: Chapter 220 The Test of the Goddess of Fate

Amberser still used illusions to wrap himself up, hiding on the side to watch the commotion.

From the moment Harvey arrogantly won money to the current chaos, Amberser had seen it all.

The lad has made progress, but not much.

If it had been Amberser, he wouldn’t even need to involve a third party to cause trouble. If he couldn’t beat the Orc, couldn’t he incite them to fight among themselves? With an understanding of the Orcs’ traditions, one would know that matriarchal tribes are despised by the current orthodox Orcs; there would surely be some Orcs within the Sawtooth Blade’s tribe discontented with female leadership.

Spend some time investigating, then simply instigate a few times, luring those brainless Orcs into poisonous schemes and deception, and they would start fighting among themselves.

With even more cunning words, one could completely clear oneself of any involvement.

Once infighting begins, the tribe naturally becomes as leaky as a sieve, making escape a simple matter—this female Orc can’t possibly stay awake all day to watch over him.

Unfortunately, Harvey chose to seek outside forces for intervention.

This idea wasn’t necessarily bad, the problem was that Harvey had no control over these external forces. Not understanding their habits and temperament could lead to the current irretrievable situation.

Be it for experimentation or adventure, one should not casually add uncontrollable variables unless necessary.

The lad, he’s still too green.

As the smoke spread, the tavern quickly became engulfed in darkness, obscuring all sight.

The Sawtooth Blade was no fool, knowing well that he was no match, so he quickly took advantage of the chaos to jump out of the tavern window.

The Orcs outside swiftly regrouped, then prepared to leave the city.

As for Harvey, he also took advantage of the spreading smoke to run outside. He wasn’t truly interested in working for someone; he just wanted an opportunity to escape.

Barely out of the tavern, he headed into the darkest alley, then flipped his clothes inside out, took out a fake beard and buckteeth from his Magic Pouch to put on, and hunched over to walk, instantly transforming into an old, pitiful man.

As for Shapeshifting, well... Harvey hadn’t learned it yet. As a self-taught Mage, the books Harvey had read limited his Spell Casting Ability. Despite being able to cast relatively advanced Spells like lie detection, he truly couldn’t perform Shapeshifting without having learned it.

However, Harvey’s disguise was of no use.

He hadn’t gone far before "Sawtooth Blade," along with a group of Orcs, caught him.

The female Orc, wiping her nose, smugly said, "Did you think you could escape? Your scent is all over you!"

Harvey let out an awkward laugh, then said, "Misunderstanding, all misunderstandings."

However, what responded to him was a "Sawtooth Blade" kick to the chest, sending Harvey flying.

Midair, Harvey couldn’t even focus on the pain, filled only with a bitter heart.

"Could this, too, be destined?"

Harvey crashed to the ground heavily, and as his consciousness blurred, he suddenly saw many fragmented visions.

In a dim cavern, standing beside figures with unclear faces, he could hear noisy voices and smell a foul stench—these sensations were so real.

Lastly, Harvey saw a ferocious beast pounce out and swallow him whole.

Flesh was torn by sharp teeth; bones were crushed and broken; after excruciating pain came a complete silence.

Harvey was startled, breaking free from this illusion.

The acute pain in his chest lingered, unsure how many ribs were broken, but Harvey paid it no mind. Were these visions he had just seen his future?

In the near future, would he die on an adventure?

After becoming a Diviner Mage, Harvey realized a truth.

Everything foretold in prophecies was bound to happen, and no amount of struggle could change it. His teacher once posed a question: if you knew you would die tomorrow, would you be panicked, or would you vainly try to alter your fate?

At this moment, Harvey was a bit at a loss, without fear, but also unable to think; the approach of death was so sudden that he even forgot to be afraid.

Amberser stood quietly by Harvey’s side, watching as the group of Orcs took him away.

The goal of this time-traveling venture was complete. The future Harvey had seen was a fabrication by Amberser, who had skillfully exploited a bug in fate, saving Harvey through a nearly impossible method.

Amberser was certain of his success; Harvey wouldn’t return to hit his head and again foresee a future of his own death.

Because fate is always fair, after forging this prophecy, Amberser’s ability to foresee was gone.

Though it was only temporary, it also indicated that the Goddess of Fate agreed to this trade—Harvey could live, but Amberser had to pay a price.

But don’t think it’s over just yet; this Goddess is never so generous.

Amberser said to Katherine standing beside him, "Get ready, big trouble is coming."

Before Katherine could ask what it was, she heard the jarring sound of horns suddenly erupting from Dew City.

"Is this... an attack on Dew City?"

Katherine remembered that horn sound; the last time she bet with Amberser and tried to fly into Dew City, the city’s guards blew the warning horns.

But this time, the sound of the horns was more urgent, and they were coming from all directions at once.

An attack on Dew City? Who was the enemy?

At this time, the only one who could be at war with the Dwarf Kingdom was Laine.

Amberser lifted his head and looked toward the distant sky.

Above the blue sky, several light shadows were dancing and colliding, with the most splendid being the silver-white glow of the moonlight.

Like a city wall, the huge silver moonlight descended from the sky, grazing the southern wall of Dew City, slicing off five meters from the originally nearly twenty-meter-high wall as smoothly as if cutting tofu with a knife.

"Silvermoon Knight Winston Lyte!"

Amberser squeezed this name out through his teeth.

He knew the challenge from the Goddess of Fate would be difficult, and he might even have to face his end here, but he never imagined it would be the Silvermoon Knight.

This old man was unreasonably strong; with a single stroke, he guessed even his Golden Throne would be split asunder. Even more outrageous was that this old man’s Holy Light could attach to the soul of the Undead. Even with the Life Casket, Amberser couldn’t escape being purified.

Katherine said in surprise, "The Silvermoon Knight, wasn’t he dead... Oh, I forgot, we’ve gone back to the past."

There were still several months before this old man’s demise, and who knew how many battles lay between now and then. It was impossible for Amberser to want to wait him out to death.

"Can’t we just run away?" Katherine asked.

She really didn’t want to fight with this Silvermoon Knight. Her identity was too sensitive, and the Silvermoon Knight was practically a representative of Laine. If the two of them were to fight in Dew City, the relationship between Laine and the Silvermoon Tribunal would rapidly deteriorate.

Amberser gave a bitter smile and said, "You can run, but I can’t. Remember the cup I asked you to bring out of the city? It’s a test from fate for me, and the consequence of running away is complete destruction."

"But..." Katherine bit her lip. She didn’t want Amberser to die here, yet she couldn’t drag the entire Elf Tribe down with her.

As for Amberser on his own... Katherine didn’t mean to belittle Amberser, but if he truly let go of all his restraints to duel, she felt even she might not be able to beat him.

As for the Silvermoon Knight in the sky, Katherine knew she was no match for him; she definitely couldn’t block that stroke of Moonlight Sword from a moment ago.

No wonder he was the Empire’s strongest Paladin, already surpassing the rank of Legendary. Katherine couldn’t even imagine how his aging body could unleash such a terrifying stroke.

Katherine, looking at Amberser, who had been silent for a while, recalled all the times they had shared.

Although this Lich was so greedy for money it was insatiable, besides this flaw, Katherine found she could not pinpoint another. Moreover, because of Amberser’s presence, Katherine’s impression of the Undead had significantly improved. Who had seen a Lich that wouldn’t kill a single Paladin?

Even though it was to make money, if it were any other Lich, killing one or two to vent their anger would’ve been no issue at all, after all, the initial number of casualties was given as a thousand.

Moreover, Amberser’s various maneuvers had been an eye-opener for Katherine. The time spent with Amberser had provided her with more insights than her centuries at the Silvermoon Tribunal.

And now, the Lich who always seemed confident, like he could solve any problem, had been silent for quite a while.

Katherine suddenly felt a twinge of heartache and couldn’t help but say to Amberser, "Can your illusion ensure I won’t be exposed? I can help you."

With these words, she was already feeling somewhat guilty toward the Elf Tribe, as there was a risk of exposure. But to abandon Amberser and watch him march to his death, Katherine couldn’t do it.

Amberser turned and looked at Katherine, saying curiously, "Such a big sacrifice? Katherine, have you thought it through?"

"I can’t just watch you die, can I? If it comes to it... I will negotiate with Laine as the Elf Queen. Then you can use whatever that is you call a brain and think about how to talk them around. That’s what you’re best at, isn’t it?"

Katherine felt this approach was the most reliable. Amberser had never been a competitive character. Confusing his enemies with his silver tongue and making them sign unequal treaties had always been his usual tactic.

Amberser said very seriously, "I won’t forget this favor. But, there’s no need to panic."

Katherine frowned and said, "Who’s panicking? You were so scared you couldn’t even speak just now."

"That was me thinking! Thinking, do you understand?" Amberser said somewhat agitatedly. Indeed, he had initially been terrified by the Silvermoon Knight’s horrifying sword strike.

The last time they clashed in Sandshadow City, that flash of Silver Silk Sword Light was indeed very restrained, only slicing through the Dark Art that Amberser had cast over the whole city. Yet what he had witnessed today was an unrestrained attack, and the sheer power literally scared his soul out of him.

But he would never admit it; otherwise, how could he continue to instruct and point out to Katherine in the future?

Katherine didn’t bother to expose Amberser and asked, "So what have you thought of after pondering for so long?"

Amberser nodded, saying confidently, "Of course I’ve thought of something. Look up there; if that old man unleashes another sword stroke, he’ll win. But do you see a second sword light?"