This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 310 - 288: Allen Arrives

Chapter 310: Chapter 288: Allen Arrives

Speaking of luxury goods, the most famous on the continent are naturally the products from the Elf Tribe.

"I have a good relationship with the Elf Tribe, I can help you buy luxury goods, and as for food, just make a list. I also have a good relationship with the Druids, there’ll be as much of any kind of meat as you want," Amberser said to Gareth, startling him.

"I know you’ve done business with the Elf Tribe, but you’ve also hooked up with the Druids? You are a Lich, after all!"

The Druids currently in power in the Emerald Dream Forest were all factions hostile to the Undead, right? Groups like the Spore Consortium that were friendlier toward the Undead have always lacked influence.

"You always say I’m bragging, but tell me, which of my words has ever been false? If I say I can provide something, I will never deceive you."

With the Dreamweave Barrier under his control, the Druids would have to obediently provide the livestock when the time came.

Amberser’s words were very persuasive. Gareth reflected on his experiences with Amberser and, despite the Lich’s tendency to boast to the point of making the Deity tremble, he realized Amberser always spoke the truth.

"Since that’s the case, I will discuss it with the Dragon Race. There’s no need to decide now. I’ll have them make a list when I get back, and we can talk it over slowly."

Melina said nothing, just watching these two elders talk, her admiration for Amberser deepening.

Her father truly could get anything done, not only did the Elf Tribe show him respect, but even the Druids listened to him – he was incredibly impressive.

Happily having landed another major client, Amberser too was very pleased, handing the small box of the Spider priesthood to Gareth.

And so, the transaction for two priesthoods was completed. After he finished talking with the Elf Tribe, Amberser left with Melina to return home.

After happily downing the bottle of wine, Amberser prepared to leave the tavern to mail a letter to Katherine.

But just at that moment, that troubling sensation appeared again.

Amberser was full of surprise. Could those part-time thief farmers really affect the Elves’ territory from hundreds of kilometers away?

While he was still puzzled, the tavern door opened and in walked a disheveled and dirty stranger.

His body was as filthy as if he hadn’t bathed in years, yet his eyes were as bright as stars. Even without seeing his face clearly, those eyes alone made him stand out.

Amberser recognized the disordered young man at a glance: Allen Watson, the Paladin once captured by him.

What was this kid doing here?

Allen ignored the stares of the other patrons, glanced over the tavern, and immediately locked onto Amberser’s table.

Allen froze, surprised, and said, "It’s you?!"

Amberser understood that the trouble was here. Although he didn’t know how Allen got there, he still stood up and said, "Don’t start anything here; if there’s an issue, we’ll go outside to settle it."

The tavern furniture was too expensive to damage in a fight.

Confused, Allen was pulled outside the tavern by Amberser.

Seeking entertainment, many patrons crowded to the windows, watching Amberser and Allen.

As for Gareth and Melina, they followed closely behind Amberser, especially Gareth who recognized Allen and was eager to give him another beating.

Amberser pulled Allen quite a distance, all the way to a small grove.

With the barrier activated and all possible surveillance cut off, Amberser then spoke to Allen, "Don’t tell me you’ve come here to cause trouble."

Allen, now coming to his senses, whether by fate or not, drew his ragged sword.

"Tell me, those civilians, did you kill them?"

Allen had trackedit tirelessly all this way for vengeance for those civilians, fearless no matter who the opponent was.

However, Amberser answered without hesitation, "Those five civilians? I didn’t kill them."

Allen angrily said, "I never mentioned how many there were!"

Such a clumsy lie, and yet the Lich said it so brazenly, it was an insult to his intelligence.

Amberser, far from embarrassed at being caught in a lie, confidently said, "I killed five thieves who tried to rob and stab me, not whatever civilians you’re talking about."

"You killed people, and you still dare to slander them?!" Allen’s sword began to emit Holy Light, surprising Amberser with its sacred glow.

"You kid! You’ve really been promoted to Legendary? I thought it was just Laine spreading rumors!"

The youngster, only in his twenties!

Amberser was truly jealous. Had the Lord of the Dawn granted this kid some sort of boon on his last arrival? A Legendary in his early twenties - it was as if he had some sort of cheat code!

Seeing Allen’s serious expression, Amberser said helplessly, "You with your stubborn head, unless I beat you down, you probably won’t listen properly."

Allen’s gaze fixed on Amberser; the humiliation of being previously captured by Amberser, utterly powerless to fight back, was still fresh. Today was finally the day for his vengeance!

However, what Amberser said next was, "Gareth, I leave this to you, teach this kid a harsh lesson!"

With a loud laugh, Gareth approached Allen and said, "Boy, do you remember me?"

Allen’s pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints; it was that Headless Knight! The man had shrunk his body, and even the style of his armor had changed, so Allen didn’t recognize him at first glance.

Allen had been severely chastised by Gareth before, not even able to defeat a single finger of his opponent.

Painful memories flooded his thoughts, but Allen showed no sign of panic. Instead, he smiled and said, "Of course I remember you, but I am no longer who I was then."

His sword swung out, brilliant Holy Light morphing into a sharp blade, cleaving towards Gareth’s chest.

This stroke had now a touch of the finesse once possessed by a Silvermoon Knight.

Gareth issued a sound of surprise; in such a short time, the kid, Allen, seemed to have become a different person.

The sword light pressed close, caught directly in Gareth’s grasp, his five fingers shattering the Holy Light energy that was the bane of the Undead.

But before Gareth could counterattack, Allen had already blinked behind him, his sword wrapped in Holy Light stabbing towards Gareth’s armpit, where the armor was gapped - the most probable spot for a piercing blow.

If the blade’s edge could penetrate Gareth’s body, the Holy Light’s power would surge in and wreak havoc on the Undead’s form.

Yet, the sword didn’t strike as Allen had envisioned. It was as if Gareth had eyes on the back of his head, sensing all of Allen’s movements without needing to turn around, his right arm bent, an elbow strike meeting Allen’s sword in mid-air.

A great force came upon him, and Allen nearly lost his grip on the sword, quickly retreating to shed the unmatched power.

Gareth turned after fending off Allen’s stroke and said appreciatively, "Not bad, really not bad, you’ve improved tremendously. You’ve just advanced recently, haven’t you? You’re not a pushover."

Amberser rolled his eyes. This headless son-in-law, who was he mocking?

Allen cautiously eyed Gareth, realizing the enemy was stronger than he’d thought and he might not emerge victorious. Perhaps he should consider a temporary retreat.

His Legendary Grace allowed him unrestricted blinking and teleportation; escaping should be easy.

As Allen was contemplating a strategic withdrawal, Gareth forcefully tapped his chest.

His black armor transformed into a thick plume of dark smoke that was absorbed into his belt.

Gareth had shed his armor, wearing only a thin long shirt, he stood bare-handed before Allen and said, "Come on then, let me see what you’ve got. That strike just now wasn’t your full strength, right?!"

It was a blatant provocation. Allen inhaled deeply and swung his sword towards Gareth once more.

The sword light cascaded like moonlight, but Gareth made the same move, reaching out to effortlessly crush the flawless sword light. His ability to do so was not because of his armor but because even without his magic armor, he could crush the sword light with his bare hands.

This time, Allen chose not to blink and ambush, but to attack head-on.

In Allen’s hands, the sword was like a blazing orb of light – its trajectory utterly impossible to catch with the naked eye.

Instead of arrogantly catching the sword bare-handed as before, Gareth used nimble footwork to dodge Allen’s strikes, all the while saying, "This brings back memories of those days when I was chased by a bunch of Paladins. A few had sword skills like yours; it’s just a pity they weren’t Legendary. If they were, I might’ve been dead by now."

Allen did not respond to Gareth’s praise, focusing solely on exerting every technique he had learned.

The swordsmanship he’d practiced since childhood, the skills taught by a Silvermoon Knight, and all that he’d learned from enemies on the battlefield - facing such a formidable opponent as Gareth, under pressure, Allen merged all these sword skills into one, without the constraints of any set technique, every strike as unpredictable as antelope horns.

Gareth shifted from casual dodging at the start to needing his hands to block as the fight progressed.

"The kid’s talent is something else; he’s treating me like his teacher!" Gareth thought, then put in a little more effort.

Allen found that no matter how he swung his sword, from whatever angle he attacked, Gareth was always a step ahead. His broad palm precisely awaited the collision with his wrist, forcing Allen to change tactics continuously.

After several minutes, neither had yet to make contact with the other.

Amberser grew impatient, raising his voice, "Gareth, stop playing, I’m short on time."

Just after Amberser spoke, Gareth caught Allen’s wrist. With a cracking sound, Allen’s wrist was crushed to powder, and he could no longer hold the sword, which fell to the ground.

No matter how high Allen’s talent was, it couldn’t surpass Gareth, the Headless Knight, who had fought on countless battlefields for centuries. Time is a friend to prodigies, stretching further the distance from their peers with its passage, but it’s also their enemy because their adversary is another prodigy who is centuries ahead of them.

Amberser approached Allen, speaking slowly, "Now, can you listen to me carefully?"