This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 308 - 286: The World is a Cycle

Chapter 308: Chapter 286: The World is a Cycle

Amberser flew a long way, stopping several times to repair his mecha.

He finaly confirmed that the current form of his mecha was not suited for long-distance flight. No matter how you repaired it, it would suffer damage after the next flight. This forced Amberser to slow down after covering thousands of kilometers, as he had almost run out of spare parts and could not afford further breakdowns.

"As expected, the movies from my past life were all fiction. The human form is thoroughly unsuited for supersonic flight. I need to go back and make some modifications."

Even if the shape of the mecha was wrong, the jetpack turned out to be surprisingly stable.

Amberser originally thought it would malfunction after five hundred kilometers, but having flown over a thousand kilometers, the jetpack was still intact. In contrast, the Flame Wraith was exhausted to the point of transparency, unable to control the armor and looking like it was about to fall apart.

With the Silvermoon Tribunal only about two to three hundred kilometers away, Amberser dared not exceed supersonic speeds again. He decided to proceed slowly with a Flight Spell.

However, after experiencing supersonic flight, Amberser felt like the six to seventy kilometers per hour speed of the Flight Spell was as sluggish as a tortoise’s crawl, which was unbearable.

As he leisurely flew in the sky, Amberser suddenly took out the Necromancy Codex.

Upon opening it, sure enough, there were several private messages waiting for him.

[Withered Rose: I’ve been tied up recently and will have Melina take over the divine duties. Are you not at home? When Melina teleported there, she only saw a human slave.]

Amberser was startled, he hoped it wasn’t Harvey who had been seen. He was truly afraid that Melina might have killed him. Sometimes, the Undead murdered without reason, harboring a deep-seated resentment of the living—an innate trait of the Undead.

Amberser quickly replied: [Ask Melina to come to the Silvermoon Tribunal. I’m handling some matters here. Remind her not to kill anyone at my place.]

[Withered Rose: Don’t worry, I reminded her before she left. I know you’re especially fond of lively beauties. Next time, I’ll send you some Drow Elves.]

Amberser thought to himself, where did such a rumor come from? What would a Lich like him do with beauties? Turn them into mummies?

Forget it, as long as Harvey wasn’t killed, that was sufficient. Amberser’s infamy had already piled up, and he was too lazy to explain each one.

After replying to Withered Rose, Amberser opened the second message.

This time, it was from Headless Bro.

[Crown of the Headless Knight: Brother, you’re not at home? Where did you run off to?]

Amberser was speechless. They hadn’t agreed to leave immediately, had they? Withered Rose said it would take a few days, and Gareth also said he needed the Dragon Race to prepare some gifts and such.

Why did they all teleport over as soon as he left?

Couldn’t they have said something before coming?

Regardless, Amberser could only say to Gareth: [I’m on my way to the Silvermoon Tribunal. Come find me there. If you’re teleporting, don’t go directly to the Silvermoon Tribunal. Be careful—the Elves might see you as an intruder. Let’s meet in Flower Grace Town on the border of the Silvermoon Tribunal, a city where outsiders are allowed to enter.]

Although the Elf Tribe was isolated, they weren’t completely cut off from interaction; after all, they had to produce magical materials. If they truly sealed themselves off, other kingdoms would suffer.

Flower Grace Town was the only conduit for the Silvermoon Tribunal to the outside world and the only place where outsiders were permitted entry.

Unable to teleport now, Amberser could only meet with his companions there. Otherwise, he could have teleported straight to Katherine’s side, asked her to grant teleportation access, and directly brought over Melina and Gareth into the Elven Royal Palace without any trouble.

Amberser couldn’t help but think: "Such a hassle to deliver something—I must sell it at a good price. Best to join the Elf God pantheon, then I won’t fear Shael causing trouble. Go ahead, try to start something with the Elf God King, he’ll slap you to death!"

Even the Lord of the Dawn might not be a match for Corellon, the principal deity of the Elves. As long as he joined the Elf pantheon, he would not fear any reprisal from the Evil Quartet Goddesses.

As Amberser continued toward the Silvermoon Tribunal, less than two hundred kilometers from him, a young figure repeatedly blinked across the landscape.

This was Allen, following the trail of Undead essence left by Amberser, actually managing to catch up to him.

This was only possible because Amberser had to land at intervals to perform repairs, which allowed Allen to maintain pursuit.

Exhausted from the long chase, Allen was nearly ready to collapse.

What on earth was going on with this Necromancer? Allen had been chasing by blinking the entire way; how could this guy be so fast? Was he riding a dragon?

If he truly couldn’t catch up, he would have let it go; yet just as he was about to give up, he could feel the other’s presence again.

Allen began to suspect that the other was intentionally luring him into a trap, but upon reflection, that didn’t seem quite right—who would set a bait hundreds of kilometers apart? Wasn’t that luring the enemy too deep?

Allen increasingly felt that something was off, but he decided to persevere.

No matter what, since the Necromancer had killed, he must find them to seek justice for the victims, even if the Laine People already considered him a traitor to the Holy Light. Allen would practice justice in his own way.

Allen could sense that the distance between the traces left by the Necromancer was getting shorter, and even if there was a scheme at play, it was about time for it to be revealed.

This reminded Allen of when he initially charged at the Lich, only to fall into its trap—a shame that haunted him for life.

The second encounter in the desert taught him a severe lesson as the Lich showed him what real cunning was. It could take the entire city’s Paladins captive without killing a single person.

However, this time there was a silver lining, he wasn’t the only one feeling humiliated; sharing the embarrassment felt surprisingly good.

"But now I am different," he said to himself confidently. Back then, he was weak, naive, and immature, but now as a Legendary, even if he encountered that Lich again, Allen was confident he could teach the Lich an unforgettable lesson.

Fueled by such determination, Allen continued the pursuit, drawing closer to Amberser.

Unaware of an old acquaintance on his trail, Amberser didn’t possess the ability to sense a Paladin from two hundred kilometers away, but he could feel that his troubles hadn’t vanished yet.

Should he try divination? But doing so, would the Goddess of Fate give him a cold shoulder?

"Forget it, it’s not some fatal trouble anyway," Amberser concluded.

He decided to embrace the minor annoyance arranged by the Goddess of Fate, just like when interacting with women—sometimes, a man has to put up with a woman’s occasional whims. You can’t lose your temper with her; otherwise, things will only get worse.

Especially since the Goddess of Fate was not your girlfriend throwing a tantrum, but rather a tantrum-prone Princess. Angering her could literally cost you your head.

Following his original plan, Amberser traveled towards Flower Grace Town. After a few hours, he finally saw the beautiful town blooming like a flower.

The Elf Tribe liked to combine artistry with practicality, as seen in their magic longbows, which seemed delicate and easily breakable, but were actually more sturdy and durable than those from other kingdoms.

Flower Grace Town was the same, with the Elf Tribe arranging the town’s layout to resemble a blooming flower. From afar, it looked like a magnificent bloom sprouting from the earth, blending wonderfully with the surrounding environment—a delicate embellishment on this land.

Yet, this city was not chaotic; every trough and ridge was meticulously designed by the Elf Tribe.

Flower Grace Town served as a significant economic hub for foreign trade, so it was full of warehouses containing magical materials. The pathways set by the Elf Tribe might seem complex, but they perfectly facilitated the flow of logistics. Various transport vehicles operated within, without any sign of congestion.

Amberser had to admit the prowess of the Elf Tribe—combining artistry with utility was not something ordinary people could manage. Without caution, the entire city could become superficial and ultimately abandoned.

Amberser landed and smoothly entered Flower Grace Town.

As an area open to outsiders, security checks were lax, and the area Amberser entered belonged to the town’s outskirts—generally a place for merchants from different countries to conduct business.

As soon as Amberser entered Flower Grace Town, he faintly sensed the presence of Gareth and Melina. Following the trail, he indeed found Gareth clad in armor and Melina looking around childishly.

The pair had arrived early and had been waiting in the city for quite a while.

"Teleportation is truly convenient," he lamented once again. No wonder no one researched supersonic flight—only fools would fly when there were Teleportation Circles.

Amberser said to them, "Come, let’s find a secluded place to sit down and talk at length."

This matter was of great importance; Amberser did not wish to discuss divine issues in such a bustling place.

But where in Flower Grace Town could they find somewhere secluded enough?