This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 324 - 301 Severing the Threads of Fate

Chapter 324: Chapter 301 Severing the Threads of Fate

Harvey felt a sense of déjà vu when he saw the fierce Tiflin soldiers, reminiscent of the first time he met Amberser.

Do all Diviner Mages seeking to become Legendary need to trick others? What kind of peculiar promotion ceremony was this? Having been an apprentice for so long, was it because he wasn’t ruthless enough?

But reality did not give Harvey a chance to reflect, as the fierce soldiers charged toward them, intent on capturing Mr. Misfortune and his accomplice, Harvey.

Facing these fierce soldiers, Harvey quickly threw his cup at their feet.

The liquid spilled out, causing the soldiers to slip. Meanwhile, Harvey’s Dice of Destiny had already been cast upon them.

Possibly slipping turned into a definite tumble.

All the Tiflin soldiers fell to the ground, sliding quite a distance away. The force of their fall was so strong it made the tavern’s chandeliers sway, and it took the soldiers quite a while to get back up.

Harvey quickly turned to remind Mr. Misfortune to take the opportunity to escape.

However, he discovered that Mr. Misfortune had already climbed out of the tavern window and was waving at him.

Harvey was now convinced that this man was indeed a brother of his teacher. True to a Diviner Mage’s nature, they never let themselves be in danger.

Without hesitation, Harvey used Traceless Step to teleport to Mr. Misfortune’s side and asked, "Where do we go now?"

This was Tiflin territory, and simply finding a place to hide from the authorities was not an option, especially since Harvey had no idea why Mr. Misfortune was being pursued.

But Mr. Misfortune shook his head and said, "Don’t worry, they can’t see us."

Harvey was puzzled. Had they really become safe just by escaping through a window?

Out of curiosity, Harvey looked back into the tavern. The soldiers who had just fallen were getting up and seemed about to spot Harvey at the windowsill. That’s when, coincidentally, a candle from the chandeliers fell and landed right on one soldier’s face, its hot wax getting into his eyes and making him scream in pain.

If not for the Tiflin’s innate resistance to fire, it might have blinded him.

The struggling soldier knocked over another who had just gotten up, creating chaos. In the end, no one noticed Harvey standing by the window.

Was this the power of fate?

Harvey hadn’t seen Mr. Misfortune cast the Dice of Destiny, nor had he felt any spell being cast, but this sequence of events was clearly the influence of fate.

Mr. Misfortune did not explain but began to walk slowly forward, and Harvey could only hurry to follow.

The two of them walked boldly onto the street. The Tiflin soldiers that they had just wreaked havoc upon emerged from the tavern searching for them, but no matter how hard they looked, they couldn’t lay eyes on the two. Their view was either blocked by passersby, missed by a passing carriage, or just as they were about to spot them, a companion would suddenly shout, drawing their attention away.

Harvey watched the dozens of soldiers run right past them without seeing the two who were leisurely walking along.

"May I ask, how exactly did you manage this?"

Harvey was very curious. Even with the Dice of Destiny, its effects shouldn’t last that long, right?

Just as when Harvey used the Dice of Destiny to cause a fall, it would only happen once. After they got up, the effect would disappear. Harvey couldn’t possibly have made them unable to walk forever with a single die.

But Mr. Misfortune was clearly maintaining the effect, making the soldiers completely unable to see them. It wasn’t just the group who fell in the tavern. Several new soldiers who had shown up exhibited the same phenomena.

Mr. Misfortune chuckled and said, "Am I not more impressive than your teacher?"

Harvey realized that Mr. Misfortune really didn’t get along well with his teacher; he was constantly trying to one-up him.

So, what should he do now? Harvey hesitated and then said, "But it was my teacher who won against you in the past, wasn’t it?"

Mr. Misfortune’s smile faded as he said, "I was considering teaching you, but now it seems you don’t want to learn."

Harvey awkwardly replied, "I do want to learn, but don’t bring my teacher into this."

Mr. Misfortune said surprisingly, "With that nature of Chaos, how did he manage to teach a student like you? He’s the kind of person who would do anything for a benefit, yet you two don’t seem master and apprentice at all."

Harvey didn’t know how to explain. Strictly speaking, he was self-taught; Amberser really didn’t counsel Harvey much, usually just dumping a pile of magic tomes on him and telling him to read.

Perhaps it was for this reason that their personalities differed considerably.

"Forget it, I won’t joke with you, youngster. Let me teach you," said Mr. Misfortune.

Mr. Misfortune grabbed Harvey’s hand and waved it in front of them. Previously empty space was suddenly filled with densely packed lines.

The lines were of various colors, linking everything around them together, continuously disappearing and reappearing anew.

"Do you see this? These are the threads of fate that connect people to people, people to objects, and objects to objects. Each thread represents a possibility, like between you and me - we could either start fighting upon meeting or sit down together for a drink.

"But if you cut off a few of these possible threads, you effectively eliminate that possibility. They can’t see me because I’ve cut off that particular thread!"

Under the guidance of Mr. Misfortune, Harvey saw a vibrant red line that not only connected himself and Mr. Misfortune but also linked the soldiers and extended even further into the distance. However, upon closer observation, one could see that the line was broken at a certain point.

"Cutting off possibilities eliminates the potential for their occurrence. Your Dice of Destiny unify countless possibilities, whereas I sever one possibility entirely. Before this thread mends, they simply cannot see us, no matter what."

Harvey was quite astonished. Could the power of fate be used in this way?

Mr. Misfortune was pleased with Harvey’s expression and said proudly, "On the path of fate, I have traveled farther than your teacher. He did win back then, but that was because the bastard used despicable methods."

Harvey didn’t argue. Based on what he knew about Amberser, it was indeed like him to do anything to win, using other means to achieve victory was very much his style.

Not too keen on hearing bad things about his teacher, Harvey quickly changed the subject, asking, "How long will it take for the thread of fate to heal?"

"It depends, but the section I’ve cut should last about five days."

Harvey couldn’t help but ask, "Is it possible for the thread of fate to be cut off forever?"

"Yes, but the cost of doing so would be too great. Anyway, I have something good to show you, come with me."

Mr. Misfortune quickened his pace and led Harvey to a low building in the city.

Harvey followed him inside and found a rather clean little cottage. It was spotless and everything was neatly arranged, bearing none of the disarray expected of a fugitive.

What attracted Harvey the most was the large bookshelf filling the room. After looking over it a few times, he discovered the variety of books was extremely diverse, almost containing every type imaginable. In this regard, Mr. Misfortune was very much like his teacher—the castle had been filled with large bookshelves, not magical materials.

Noticing Harvey’s gaze, Mr. Misfortune remarked, "Read more. Everything in the world is fate. The more you know, the deeper your understanding of fate will be."

Harvey earnestly replied, "Thank you, I will certainly read diligently."

"Alright, come with me."

Mr. Misfortune took Harvey to a small room and rummaged through an iron box, eventually pulling out an inconspicuous slab of stone.

Handing the stone to Harvey, Mr. Misfortune said, "Take it, this was the teacher of your teacher and me."

Harvey carefully examined it but didn’t discern anything special about the slab. It was thin, not as large as the palm of a hand, and devoid of any text or carvings. It bore only the marks left by time, and perhaps the impression of dried moss.

No matter how he looked at it, it seemed nothing more than an ordinary piece of stone found anywhere.

Harvey said helplessly, "I’m sorry, but I don’t see anything."

Mr. Misfortune didn’t blame him, merely instructing Harvey, "Take it back to your teacher. I’ve kept this for so many years; it’s time to return it to him."

"I will certainly deliver it."

Harvey placed the stone slab into his Magic Pouch and finally couldn’t resist getting to the main point, "Mr., about the letter my teacher wrote..."

Mr. Misfortune said with a hint of disdain, "Alright, I know."

The old man lay down on a chaise longue and pulled out the letter Amberser had written to him.

As he read, his frown deepened, and eventually, he clenched the letter in his hand and a burst of flame in his palm turned the parchment to ashes.

Harvey was startled but dared not speak. He had no idea what Amberser had written in the letter and feared the old man’s anger might be unleashed upon him.

After a while, Mr. Misfortune finally said, "Go back and tell that bastard to come here and find me in two months and three days. I will have prepared what he needs."

Harvey breathed a sigh of relief. His teacher wasn’t always so troublesome.

He had not expected that having arrived in the Kingdom of Impure Hymns less than a day ago, his business would already be settled. Curious, Harvey asked, "Mr., were you waiting for me in the tavern all along?"

Mr. Misfortune nodded, "Us Diviner Mages always sense significant events related to us. I knew before you even set out. With the current instability within the nation, it would have been difficult for you to find me; it was easier for me to wait here for you."

"If I may ask, Mr., why are you wanted?"

Harvey was most curious about this. How could a Legendary Mage, especially a rare Diviner Mage, stand against the kingdom?

"I don’t mind telling you. Recently, those impure ones have been gathering materials to construct a new Gates of Hell. Do you know what’s required to build the Gates of Hell?"

Harvey shook his head, "Sorry, I’m not very familiar with that."

Mr. Misfortune sighed and said, "A great amount of flesh and blood sacrifice is needed."

Harvey was taken aback; the statement was laden with a strong scent of blood.

Mr. Misfortune spoke gravely, "Before, the kingdom used the flesh and blood of livestock to construct the Gates of Hell. Lately, they’ve started using humans."