This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 307 - 285 Trouble is Coming

Chapter 307: Chapter 285 Trouble is Coming

Mortals first breached the sound barrier, mortals first maintained supersonic speeds for long flights.

Flying high in the sky, Amberser found the sensation quite exhilarating, sensing the air being torn into turbulent streams rushing past him.

Exhilarating it might be, but there were still quite a few problems.

This armor was not quite aerodynamic, and had it been streamlined like a fighter jet, he estimated the speed could have been further increased.

Moreover, the outer layer of the Hell Knight Armor was controlled by that flame specter, which seemed a bit unstable at supersonic speeds. Amberser guessed the continuous vibrations of the body were making the specter a bit "dizzy".

Then there was the issue of the Mithril Mech, which was not suited for supersonic flight either. Amberser could feel many parts of his body struggling to withstand the vibrations brought about by flying at such speeds, resulting in damage.

"No wonder no one researches flight, spatial transmission is so convenient, completely bypassing these problems."

After about an hour, Amberser had no choice but to land and perform maintenance; otherwise, he feared he might disintegrate midair.

"Where am I? I should have just left the desert... Sigh, I’ve always used the Teleportation Circle before, never tried to fly across an entire country like this."

Although Amberser had been to many places, the world was simply too big, and he had never been to this region before.

"The repair should take about ten minutes... Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

Under normal circumstances, Amberser would have hidden in his private space to perform maintenance, where he could adjust the flow of time and shield himself from many dangers.

But now that was not an option, as the four Divine Duty Boxes could not be placed into the private space. He had concealed those four boxes inside the mech.

The God of Alchemy had specifically warned him never to use the powers of time and space to affect these boxes, as it could likely lead to the boxes shattering and the divine duties sealed inside automatically flying out.

There would be two outcomes to that: either the divine duties would automatically return to the Rose Spider Queen, or some lucky individual nearby would have a divine duty merge with their body and instantly become a deity.

In other words, Amberser had no choice but to perform maintenance on the mech in this wilderness.

Logically speaking, merely repairing a mech should not cause any problems, but Amberser had a bad feeling.

It was not a sense of fatal danger, but he had a premonition that he would attract trouble, the very troublesome kind of trouble.

The intuition of a Diviner Mage is never wrong, and Amberser, after pondering for a moment, decided to first switch into a skeleton body and then used an illusion to take on the appearance of an old man.

Avoiding the trouble was impossible, but pretending to be a passing Alchemist might be somewhat useful.

After transforming, Amberser began to dismantle the parts with utmost haste to repair the mech.

Scores of Mage Hands worked together like a professional maintenance team, and within minutes, they had completely dismantled the mech and began removing damaged parts.

Amberser had lost count of how many times he had disassembled and reassembled this mech. His movements were fluid like drifting clouds and flowing water. Any other Alchemist watching would have admired Amberser’s skill.

But just as Amberser had taken the mech apart, a convoy emerged from the nearby woods and happened to arrive in front of Amberser.

Two small carts pulled by old donkeys, with five people seated atop. Their clothes were filthy burlap, their skin dark and crinkled, indicating they were likely peasants from a nearby village.

Just civilians?

Civilians should not be able to affect Amberser.

As Amberser contemplated from where exactly the trouble might arise, the group of peasants began to whisper among themselves.

"It’s an Alchemist, I’ve seen this sort of thing before, it’s called Magipuppet Automatons!"

"Has that thing broken down?"

"It looks like it’s broken, why is this old man fixing machinery in such a desolate place?"

"Shall we go have a look?"

...

The donkey carts stopped, and these people put on honest smiles, addressing Amberser, "Esteemed Alchemist Sir, do you need any help? If this machine is broken, we can help you transport it to the city."

Amberser declined, "No need, I can fix it very soon."

Despite Amberser’s refusal, the group of old peasants still descended from the carts, chuckling and surrounding him.

"Don’t worry, Sir, we’ll just ask for a few copper coins for the transport fee, let’s help you load this up."

"Right, right, just a few copper coins. We’ve moved this kind of machinery for Alchemists before, we won’t damage it."

...

These people reached out to grab Amberser’s mech, appearing insistent on offering their services.

But Amberser didn’t look at the two grabbing the mech. Instead, he turned around and looked at the three old peasants behind him.

The three were momentarily stunned and quickly hid their hands behind them.

But there was no point, as Amberser had already sensed the daggers in their hands.

The two trying to grab the mech were merely a distraction to draw Amberser’s attention, while the three behind planned to rush him all at once and finish him off.

Had he been an ordinary alchemist, he might well have fallen victim to such a stealth attack.

Not every spellcaster could afford the kind of magic equipment that activated defenses automatically, and most, caught completely unprepared, wouldn’t even have time to raise a Mage Shield before a blade could pierce them through.

Judging by how practiced these men were, it likely wasn’t their first attempt.

With a flick of Amberser’s finger, five dark red Magic Missiles struck the five would-be assailants with precision, turning them all into corpses.

A commoner could assassinate a mage with a surprise attack, but once the mage reacted, the commoner’s fate was sealed to be slaughtered.

Amberser, who had crawled out from a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, would not hesitate to kill anyone trying to kill him without an ounce of mercy—unless he couldn’t overpower them.

After dispatching the five commoners, the doubts within Amberser’s mind remained unresolved.

Robberies were countless in his life; were such trifles even worth calling trouble?

Anyway, Amberser decided not to ponder the issue any further and resumed repairing his mech.

The delay was minimal, and having repaired his mech, Amberser flew high into the sky once more, heading in the direction of the Silvermoon Tribunal.

By the time the bodies had gone cold, a young man and woman arrived at the scene on a shared horse.

Although the girl was young, the hard labor had weathered her face significantly, leaving her looking like a dust-covered flower, unable to bloom in radiance.

Yet the young man exuded such handsomeness as if a Deity had descended to earth, seemingly enveloped in a faint glow.

"It’s old man Carter and the others!"

The girl, upon seeing the bodies on the ground, hurriedly jumped off the horse and ran over to the corpses.

Soon after, cries could be heard as the girl was already in tears.

The young man walked over for a closer examination of the bodies and quickly concluded, "Magic Missiles. They were killed by a spell. There’s a residue of dark magic power and the scent of the Undead in the air; the one who killed them is likely a Necromancer."

"A Necromancer? What is a Necromancer?" The girl, upon hearing this, was utterly confused. To her, a mage was simply another noble, and she was not aware of any other categorizations.

"It’s a type of spellcaster skilled in manipulating corpses. However, what’s strange is that if the Necromancer killed them, why didn’t he take the corpses with him?"

The girl exclaimed passionately, "Allen brother, you must find that person. We need to avenge them!"

Allen Watson was the young man’s name.

If you were a Laine person, you would be very familiar with this name.

He was the youngest Legendary Paladin in Laine’s history, had once followed the Silvermoon Knight to receive his guidance, and his father was the Supreme Decree of the Empire. He was, without controversy, the foremost among the young generation in Laine, both in abilities and background.

Yet, this young man with such a promising future had now been branded a traitor, narrowly escaping being put on a wanted list.

Allen could guess the consequences of his departure, so he left Laine straightaway, adopting the guise of an ordinary Adventurer to cross the desert and arrive in the fresh lands of the Dwarf Kingdom.

Allen left Laine because he could not align with its current extreme ideologies, but he was also unsure of where he should go. He arrived in this rural village, having not had a drink or proper attire, and it was this girl who warmly provided him with food.

Afterwards, Allen temporarily stayed in this poor and remote village.

The village wasn’t large, and everyone knew each other.

The few elderly farmers here, now lying dead, were quite well-respected in the village as they were always generous, helping any family in need with food and clothing. When they went out to transport grain and didn’t return for a long time, Allen went out searching for them, only to find that they had all been murdered.

Is this what life is like for the common folk? Always at risk of a tragic death.

Allen felt he had learned a bit more about the world, albeit in a very sorrowful way.

He sighed and comforted the girl, "Don’t worry. Go back and inform the others to retrieve their bodies. Leave the murderer to me."

Feeling the traces of dark magic power, the young man unsheathed the sword at his waist.

It wasn’t some enchanting weapon, but a crudely crafted slab of iron with an uneven edge.

But when Allen drew his sword, his whole demeanor changed, and with a swing of his blade, he disappeared from sight. When he appeared again, he had crossed hundreds of meters to the limit of the girl’s vision.

With another swing, Allen disappeared once more, reappearing another few hundred meters away.

This was Allen’s Legendary Grace, allowing him to teleport directly to a target locked in his perception, no matter the distance, and deliver a guaranteed strike.

The first time he encountered this sort of swordsmanship, even the most experienced Orc Legends were thrown into disarray. Since leaving Laine, Allen had scarcely used his sword, but now, with it drawn, he could distinctly feel stronger than before.

Allen believed this proved that leaving Laine was the right decision, as his understanding of Holy Light had deepened.

"Damn Necromancer, if I find you, I will make you pay!"