This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 343 - 320 Tiamat’s Plan

Chapter 343: Chapter 320 Tiamat’s Plan

Amberser tried to compare Melina’s pronunciation syllable by syllable, but not only did he fail to pronounce an entire sentence correctly, he also accidentally summoned several minor demons because of the Devil’s language.

The language of the devils is filled with the power of Hell, and whether spoken or written, it can potentially communicate with Hell. Many heretics enjoy engaging in such practices, summoning Hellish creatures and attempting to control them, but most often their attempts at control fail and they end up being devoured.

Such is the consequence of recklessly muttering in the Devil’s tongue.

After summoning minor demons for the third time, Amberser gave up on this method.

"That Archduke of the Devils really has given me a tough problem," he said.

Amberser tapped his own skull, but the hollow sound did not enlighten his soul.

The Dice of Destiny could not divine things related to deities, and the Grand Duke of Hell was also a deity, which was beyond Amberser’s abilities.

Perhaps he could join forces with Mr. Misfortune for another attempt, but the idea had just formed when he felt a sense of danger.

This was part of the same timeline as the outcome he had divined earlier, to attempt it once more would be to invite a slap from the Goddess of Fate.

The problem now was that Melina did not understand the Devil’s language, and it was too late to teach her now; he couldn’t even dismantle her soul to examine her memories.

What he did not understand would be very vague in his memory, similar to Domino Lauri’s dreams; without understanding the Devil’s language, she could not reproduce the content of the contract.

So, there was no solution to be found from Melina or from Zariel.

But apart from Melina and Zariel, who else could hold the secret?

Amberser stood still, lost in thought, not knowing how much time had passed until Withered Rose finished her talk with the Lady of Mist, and Amberser still had no solution.

Seeing Amberser spaced out, Withered Rose asked Melina, "What is your father doing? Did the sacrificial summoning not go smoothly?"

All Melina could do was tell Withered Rose everything that had happened.

"How could you forget something so important?" Withered Rose was not pleased, thinking her daughter too foolish. Such crucial information should have been recorded in a Memory Crystal by anyone with the slightest sense.

Seeing how troubled Amberser was, Withered Rose felt a twinge of sympathy and consoled, "If it really doesn’t work, we can just forget about Tiflin’s business. Even if Laine wins, it will take years to stabilize the territory, and for the Holy Light of the Lord of the Dawn to illuminate this place, it will take time to spread."

Amberser was still mulling over the problem, but when he heard Withered Rose speak, he suddenly felt a spark of inspiration and asked, "What did you just say?"

Withered Rose repeated in confusion, "I said to forget about those Tiflins."

Amberser hastily interrupted, "No, not that part, the last sentence!"

"The last sentence... The Holy Light also takes time to spread?"

It struck Amberser like a bolt of lightning, and he said excitedly, "I’ve got it! Thanks to your reminder, I know how to retrieve the lost voice."

Withered Rose didn’t understand. Had she just performed a Wishing Spell? How did he suddenly come up with a solution?

Without time to explain, Amberser opened his private space and called Naomi out.

Another beautiful girl, to which Withered Rose was almost accustomed, but when she saw Naomi clearly, she exclaimed in surprise, "Have I seen this girl before?"

With no time to introduce Naomi to Withered Rose, Amberser said to Naomi, "Try to rewind time at this location. There’s no need to rewind everything; I only want the sounds that once occurred here!"

Amberser’s powers were ineffective against Zariel, and he couldn’t find the answers in Melina’s soul, but there was still a medium of transmission!

Zariel spoke with his mouth, vibrating the air to convey his words, which were then perceived by Melina.

If he could reproduce the vibration of the air, wouldn’t he be able to know what Zariel had said back then?

Naomi asked no questions and loyally carried out Amberser’s command.

The Power of Time traced her hands, and the air began to flow in reverse, soon producing a faint, blurred sound.

The Power of Time could be very precise, just like the Time Stop Effect in Amberser’s private space that only affected the targeted object, and Amberser’s face remained unaffected even when he slapped it.

As Naomi rewound time for the air, it would not bring back the two people from that moment, nor would it replicate the shielding barrier effects of Zariel.

Now, the words of that Archduke of the Devils could be heard by everyone.

Amberser released his own perception, carefully capturing all sounds, and continuously instructing Naomi to replay them.

Although Withered Rose was shocked that Naomi could master the power of time, she dared not disturb Amberser at this time, waiting until he finished recording.

Withered Rose asked, "Did you succeed?"

Amberser nodded and said, "Although we’ve lost the influence of Zariel’s magic power, which caused a great deal of distortion in the voice, I’ve basically understood everything she said."

Withered Rose asked curiously, "But you don’t seem very happy."

Amberser replied helplessly, "That’s right, because this isn’t good news. When devils make bargains, they really never lose. This time, my senior brother is in big trouble, and I don’t even know how to tell him."

"Will it affect you?" Withered Rose asked.

"Me? It’s not much of a relation; I can disengage and leave at any time."

"That’s good, go ahead and do what you have to do, and don’t hesitate to tell me if you need any help."

With the unwavering support of Withered Rose, Amberser felt somewhat relieved, but she really couldn’t help with this matter.

"I’m going back to the Kingdom of Impure Hymns now. Lady Rose, just proceed with the plan to turn those Laine generals into undead, and I can handle the rest."

Withered Rose could see that Amberser was determined to make one more effort; he was not someone to be persuaded. All she could say to him was, "Be careful! My teleportation circle will always be open for you."

"Thank you."

Amberser bid farewell to Withered Rose and hurried back to the Kingdom of Impure Hymns.

The plan of Goddess Tiamat must be told to Mr. Misfortune at once, otherwise, there will be trouble later on.

Finding a diviner mage wasn’t difficult; Amberser used two teleportation circles in the Kingdom of Impure Hymns and arrived at a place he knew very well—Red River Town.

Here, Amberser tricked the young Elven King; here, he killed a Chosen of the Rose Spider Queen; here, he had been an adventurer for many years.

But Amberser had no time to feel nostalgic about the changes in Red River Town, quickly locating Mr. Misfortune, who was having tea and chatting with someone.

Sitting in front of him was a young-looking Tiflin, dressed in military attire, seemingly a high-ranking officer of the Kingdom of Impure Hymns.

Upon seeing Amberser’s arrival, Mr. Misfortune asked in surprise, "What’s the matter?"

"Urgent business," Amberser said.

"Even urgent matters have to wait a while," Mr. Misfortune said, turning to the young Tiflin, "I’ve already told you what the future holds, and I believe you’ll make the right choice. What the future of the kingdom will look like depends on you young people now."

The young Tiflin didn’t say anything, just bowed to Mr. Misfortune and then turned to leave.

Amberser asked, "Is this the officer you plan to turn?"

Mr. Misfortune shook his head and said, "What turn? I only informed them in advance that the defense line at the Gates of Hell will collapse, they will prepare themselves. Now, tell me the real business, why did you come to find me in such a hurry?"

Amberser sighed and said, "Regarding the contracts signed by the Impure, I found new content. Please brace yourself before I tell you."

Mr. Misfortune’s hands trembled, and he took several deep breaths before saying to Amberser, "Go ahead, I probably can’t be scared to death."

"Alright, our previous speculation wasn’t wrong. These Gates of Hell are a trade between Zariel and the Tiflins. If the Gates of Hell can stop Laine’s invasion, the entire Kingdom of Impure Hymns will fall into Hell on the appointed day, becoming Zariel’s territory. But besides Zariel, there is another Hell Lord involved in this contract—she is the Evil Dragon Goddess Tiamat."

Mr. Misfortune’s face looked very unpleasant.

"Tiamat? She’s also getting involved; no wonder you’re so anxious. She really isn’t any easy evil deity to deal with."

Tiamat’s evil reputation is well-known; after all, she is very keen on establishing heresies. Having any dealings with her is a very troublesome and bad affair.

"Don’t panic yet, there’s something even more important. The contract has two parts: Zariel wants the entire kingdom, while Tiamat wants all Tiflins with Impure bloodlines. The contract states that if the Impure cannot protect these Gates of Hell, allowing them to be destroyed, then all Tiflins linked to the Impure bloodline will descend into Hell. These Impure have controlled the kingdom for over a thousand years; how many descendants do they have?"

Mr. Misfortune’s voice trembled as he said, "At least two or three million, and all of them are important figures—the kingdom’s officers and generals are all descendants of the Impure bloodline."

Amberser laughed coldly, mocking, "If only they weren’t so greedy and had left something for the other families, it wouldn’t have come to this. Once these millions fall into Hell, the entire Kingdom of Impure Hymns will instantly disintegrate. Then there will be nothing left to fight for!"