This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 336 - 313 The So-Called Nobility’s Glory

Chapter 336: Chapter 313 The So-Called Nobility’s Glory

Amberser and Mr. Misfortune, two several-hundred-year-old fellows, walked down the main street.

Gazing at that huge statue from afar, Mr. Misfortune began to reminisce, "Remember when I first brought you to the Royal Capital, you were startled by Arthur Laine’s statue, and swore to become a hero like Arthur Laine."

Scratching his head, Amberser said somewhat embarrassedly, "Well, at that time, I thought a few of the girls in the orchestra were pretty, and I just wanted to grab their attention."

Mr. Misfortune: ...

Damn Lich, casting a grey shadow over the memories.

The two passed by the vast square, where the Hundred-Person Grand Orchestra was performing passionately.

Amberser could sense something special about the air around them; it seemed to form an invisible echo barrier, ensuring the sound of the public performance could be clearly heard by everyone around.

Amberser said in surprise, "The orchestra conductor is a Mage, it’s he who’s controlling the air walls around us, I didn’t even notice this back then."

"Back then, you and I were both Mage Apprentices. Your oath might have been false, but mine was genuine, I wanted to save this country and clear my ancestors of the stigma of being usurpers."

Mr. Misfortune was also filled with emotions. Although he had been able to see this square and this statue and hear these unceasing chants for most of his latter life, this was only the second time he had stood here with Amberser after so many years.

The once spirited young men, one had become a Lich, the other was already grey-haired.

Amberser looked up at the statue of Arthur Laine and said to Mr. Misfortune, "I remember your ancestor was one of the original thirteen members of the Impure, who later relinquished his seat, right?"

Mr. Misfortune nodded, "Yes, my ancestor felt guilty his entire life for stealing the glory that belonged to a hero, and it’s been our family’s ideal to atone for his mistakes."

Yet Amberser asked curiously, "What was the mistake?"

Mr. Misfortune was taken aback, then said, "The thirteen Impures did not contribute in the battle against the Magic Dragon, they were just cowards hiding in the back, and yet they ended up ruling the entire kingdom, and even the bloodline of the hero vanished. Isn’t that a mistake?"

Amberser chuckled, "If I were Tiflin, would I want thirteen normal people to govern the kingdom as a council, or would I want a three-year-old tyrant just because his father was a hero?"

Mr. Misfortune countered, "The glory of one’s ancestors should naturally bring blessings to their descendants, otherwise, what’s the point of us striving for these honors and wealth?"

"Keep your meanings within your family then. Monetary rewards, territorial rewards, or even a few sets of Divine Artifacts, that’s fine, but don’t use the affairs of the state as a reward for glory. That hero indeed saved the world, but making his three-year-old child a king, are you planning to let this child harm the people he saved all over again?"

Mr. Misfortune angrily said, "You! This is blasphemy! I didn’t expect that after so many years, you haven’t improved at all, but instead have become more radical. No wonder you turned into a Lich!"

Amberser shook his head, "That is the ultimate reason we can’t agree. Brother, your aspiration isn’t really to benefit the people; your aspiration is to restore your family’s honor. Once slaughter is considered honorable, you will also do it mercilessly."

Mr. Misfortune disdainfully said, "What’s the point of quibbling? Only acts celebrated and approved by the majority count as honorable. If everyone deems slaughter as just, you’d better ask why such a situation exists. Arguing over concepts is meaningless; we are not children anymore!"

"Exactly, only acts celebrated and approved by the majority count as honorable. So let me ask you, how many people within the Tiflin Kingdom actually approve of the Council of Injustice’s rule? And how many truly think a three-year-old child makes for a more praiseworthy king? We Diviner Mages are adept at calculating; dare you make a bet with me to see which side has more supporters?"

Mr. Misfortune opened his mouth but suddenly didn’t know how to respond.

"Uradimir, the so-called noble glory is just something a small clique enjoys, so don’t force everyone to accept it, okay? More than a thousand years have passed, even if that hero left a perfect legacy of glory, by now, it should have been deducted to nothing. In my eyes, it’s just that the thirteen normal people replaced one child in making decisions, which is justice; it’s just that nowadays, those thirteen have also fallen."

It was only to his old friend Amberser that he would have said so much; anyone else, Amberser would just have said "Yeah, right."

After hearing Amberser’s words, Mr. Misfortune fell silent for a long time, then asked, "Then why are you helping me? Don’t tell me it’s because we’re friends, I definitely won’t believe that."

"Let’s just say it’s for the tens of millions in Tiflin. Like I said before, saving the world should be rewarded; I don’t want to be your king of Tiflin—just give me money."

Mr. Misfortune looked at Amberser but couldn’t discern any expression on the face of the Lich.

In the end, he could only sigh and say, "Then follow me, it’s almost time to go now."

Amberser followed Mr. Misfortune, leaving the chants square behind, and headed toward the largest building.

Since the royal family of the Impure Chant completely perished, the original kingdom was transformed into the Council of Injustice. Although the entire council had only thirteen members, the place was large enough for tens of thousands of people to live.

As one of the thirteen Impures, the Impures were supposed to detach themselves from their families and live in this massive building complex. Domino Lauri, being one of the thirteen Impures, usually resided here.

With twenty minutes left before her afternoon tea time, Mr. Misfortune quickened his pace, leading Amberser on.

Just like before, none of the guards could see the two of them, and this time their infiltration went incredibly smoothly.

Amberser grew increasingly envious of Mr. Misfortune’s abilities; the threads of destiny were nothing like playing with the Dice of Destiny, and they seemed much more useful.

Unfortunately, Amberser couldn’t learn it—it wasn’t his path.

Perhaps Harvey could combine the strengths of both, but that would have to wait for a few more years of growth.

After passing through countless corridors and arches, the pair finally arrived in a delicate small garden.

Domino Lauri was sitting in the garden, quietly sipping her tea at that moment.

Amberser sized up the legendary Tiflin. By female Tiflin standards, Domino Lauri was quite substantial, nearly two meters tall, and with her horns, she stood at around two meters twenty.

No wonder she was a former Hell Knight who had followed Zariel into battle in Hell—one wouldn’t return without some real talent.

However, as a Knight who switched to alchemy mid-career and even achieved renown acknowledged by Alchemy City, this woman was certainly no ordinary person; calling her a genius wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Now, Domino Lauri had long since removed her armor and was dressed in a custom evening gown that accentuated her statuesque figure with a touch of allure. Plus, her face was pretty appealing, making her quite a catch among mature ladies.

However, it was clear that she regularly took youth potions; the wrinkles on her palms were numerous and prominent, yet her face looked young, a typical sign that the effect of the youth potion was waning.

The thing with this potion is that it builds resistance; depending on personal constitution, the first bottle can restore fifty years of youth, the second might restore forty-nine for someone, while someone else might only reclaim thirty. Before Amberser turned into a Lich, he had to drink a youth potion every year, and the thought of fifty thousand a year truly made him despondent.

With increased resistance, the youth potion might only partially restore youth. Domino Lauri’s face was youthful, at most in her thirties, but the wrinkles on her hands suggested she was at least in her fifties or sixties—a classic case of overdosing to the point where the potion’s effect couldn’t reach her hands.

Mr. Misfortune warned Amberser, "Don’t get any closer. Domino Lauri and I have too many entanglements. If we approach any further, the severed threads of destiny will quickly mend, and she will discover us."

At that time, they were about thirty meters away from Domino Lauri, a sufficient distance to cast a spell.

But Amberser said to Mr. Misfortune, "You wait here."

"What are you planning to do?" Mr. Misfortune asked worriedly, knowing that once the threads of destiny healed, their invisibility effect would disappear. Being in the Royal Capital of the Impure Chant, where he was still a wanted man, getting spotted would mean real trouble.

"Calm down. I’m going to have a talk with her, but not here."

Amberser walked toward Domino Lauri alone, closing the distance step by step, quickly reducing it to twenty meters, then ten... By all rights, such proximity should have nullified the invisibility, but for some reason, Domino Lauri continued to quietly enjoy her afternoon tea, completely unaware of Amberser’s presence.

Laila’s True Illusion, the powerful spell that could even deceive a Deity, was beyond the perception of a Hell Knight and an Alchemist, neither of whom were professions with keen senses, wholly unable to detect Amberser.

Mr. Misfortune watched helplessly as Amberser summoned a large number of Dice of Destiny and threw them onto Domino Lauri.

Only Diviner Mages could see the Dice of Destiny; this form of attack was invisible, intangible, and wouldn’t even disturb the air.

Domino Lauri was no different; she didn’t perceive a thing as her body was struck by the Dice of Destiny in various places.

Only then did Amberser take out a small vial and sprinkle some grey-black powder into Domino Lauri’s teacup.

After finishing all this, Amberser returned to Mr. Misfortune’s side.

Mr. Misfortune, agitated, asked: "What did you do? Did you poison her?!"

Amberser laughed and said, "So worried, and yet you say she’s not your old flame?"

Mr. Misfortune’s face reddened as he explained, "No, I have no relationship with her at all. She is one of the original thirteen impures, over a thousand years my senior!"

"I get it, a preference for mature older women, right? It’s normal; I understand."

"You bastard, what on earth did you do?! What destiny did your Dice of Destiny set for her?!"

Amberser clapped Mr. Misfortune on the shoulder and said, "What’s the rush? All I did was disable her magical defense equipment for a few seconds. The magic array’s worn, forgot to charge it—you know, all the possible hitches at once. After all, if I was going to slip her something, what if she had some sort of detection equipment, right?"

"What did you actually put in her drink?"

"Don’t worry, it’s just to give her a good sleep," Amberser showed the grey-black powder to Mr. Misfortune, saying, "Come, Uradimir, let’s meet her in dreams!"