This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 354 - 330: The Raider from the Star Realm_2

Chapter 354: Chapter 330: The Raider from the Star Realm_2

""You even know this, Lich, your erudition surprises me a bit."

Zariel was genuinely surprised. The contract between the Githyanki and Goddess Tiamat was considered extremely secretive information, possibly dating back to thousands of years ago, to an era when the Mage civilization was at its peak and records of such matters might have existed.

Over the years, those books had probably been lost.

Amberser did not feel pleased by Zariel’s compliment, but instead asked with great seriousness, "Are you going to destroy this world?"

Even the arrival of the Lord of the Dawn had not shocked Amberser as much.

In all the books Amberser had read, records related to the Githyanki were always the same: ugly, brutal, militaristic, racially extreme, utterly devoid of kindness and goodness.

To Amberser’s understanding, the Githyanki were once a slave race, who after gaining their freedom became extremely radicalized. The Githyanki were notorious invaders, fond of invading other worlds for enslavement and looting.

There were no poor among the Githyanki, they were all soldiers, trained from a young age to be part of the army. You could be a blacksmith, an archer, or a warrior in the frontline, but you could not be a civilian.

This race had no notion of farming, their provisions came entirely from enslaving other races, similar to the Spartan kingdom Amberser had heard of in his past life.

Zariel sneered, "You, a Lich, how could you say such a thing. The Laine Empire, illuminated by the Lord of the Dawn, ruling the continent—that should be your doom. Under the Githyanki’s brutal and simplistic rule, you Undead should be prospering."

Amberser replied coldly, "If human life becomes worthless, how would my Pseudo-Souls make any money?!"

Now that human slaves were cheaper than Pseudo-Souls, with the Githyanki ruling this Plane, human life would be even less valuable. Amberser wouldn’t make a damn thing! Moreover, the Githyanki did not like doing business; they only wanted to plunder, the kind of people Amberser liked least.

Zariel had not expected such an answer from Amberser.

"You truly are... never mind, I’m not good at literature, I can’t describe someone like you in words. Anyway, now that you know the truth, Lich, how do you intend to deal?"

"I wish to exchange for my senior fellow disciple’s Soul. As for the Star Realm passage... do as you please, it’s not my greatest concern. Just name your price in Soul Currency."

Of all people, it was Laine who should be frightened of the Githyanki invasion.

If a few thousand Githyanki came, they could completely assault Laine; if tens of thousands came, they could potentially sway the outcome of the invasion war.

If a million came, Laine would have to muster all its resources to fight back.

If ten million came, needless to say, the entire continent would be forced into a desperate battle with the Githyanki—and the odds of victory would not be high.

In any case, the one who needed to worry most about these Star Realm plunderers was definitely Laine.

"I will not take even a single Soul Currency because I wish to remember this humiliation and seek an opportunity to repay it a hundredfold. As for the trade you spoke of, let Goddess Tiamat negotiate with you herself. Lich, you had better not ascend to godhood too quickly, or else I will come seeking vengeance with flames of retribution."

"You’re refusing millions in Soul Currency, just to hold a grudge?"

Amberser felt somewhat a headache coming on, if possible, he really didn’t want to make an enemy of Zariel.

Zariel cast a mocking glance at Amberser, then dissolved into flames and disappeared.

All Amberser could do was sigh and say, "Let it be, one less worry with too many debts.""

I’ve already offended enough deities, so what’s one more against Zariel, I’ll just have a chat with the Elven Gods again and see if they can shield me from the hatred once more.

Amberser figured Goddess Tiamat would come knocking on his door soon enough; and now that he understood the situation, he was eager to share this good news with Mr. Misfortune.

If played right, they could not only save Mr. Misfortune but also resolve the invasion of the Laine Empire.

Connecting with Mr. Misfortune through the Magic Mirror, Amberser noticed that in this short span of time, Mr. Misfortune seemed to have aged even more, clearly indicating the immense pressure he was under.

What all Diviner Mages feared most was seeing the time of their own death, and Mr. Misfortune was no exception, only able to wait as he stepped closer and closer to Hell.

Without beating around the bush, Amberser got straight to the point, "Good news, I’ve pulled you back from Zariel’s grasp, and not only that, I should be able to help you solve the problem of the Laine invasion as well."

Amberser told Mr. Misfortune the details of the trade, to which the old man asked, puzzled, "Githyanki? What race is that?"

"Savage, barbaric, a repulsive race only intent on plundering; let me tell you, their skin is almost like a toad’s, and every single one of them has an upturned nose, using their nostrils to face people..."

Amberser shared everything he knew with Mr. Misfortune, but the old man’s furrowed brow did not relax.

"What’s wrong? You’re safe now, Impure Chant is safe, so why aren’t you happy?" Amberser inquired.

Mr. Misfortune shook his head, "Nothing, perhaps I’m just overly worried, thank you, Arthas, I owe you my life."

"Don’t just say it, I’ve really gone all out this time. You Impure Chant had better reimburse me—Soul Currency worth millions requires a great deal of materials. I’ll make you a list; make sure you have them ready for me."

Amberser decided to exaggerate the materials by five times, aiming to make a hefty profit.

Mr. Misfortune nodded with a smile, "Sure, I’ll make sure everything is prepared for you."

Amberser sent the list of materials to Mr. Misfortune and then ended the communication.

He should have felt relieved now, but for some reason, Amberser still felt a sense of unease. It wasn’t coming from Zariel or Goddess Tiamat, but rather from Mr. Misfortune himself.

Amberser tried to throw a few Dice of Destiny to confirm the source of this unease.

Alas, the Dice of Destiny were cut off by countless threads of fate before even coming to a rest. Mr. Misfortune had gone further along the path of destiny than Amberser, making it very likely that any divination related to him would fail.

Undeterred, Amberser continued to exert his Destiny Weaving abilities.

"Mentor, surely you don’t mind going bald, do you?"

Amberser attempted to weave a distant future for Mr. Misfortune, one where he dealt with the consequences of baldness.

Yet, he failed again.

The spell was unsuccessful, unable to weave such a fate, as if another destiny had already been set in place.

Fate could not be changed, and Destiny Weaving could not alter what had already been determined.

After a long silence, Amberser lamented, "Mentor, indeed, you are not favored by the Goddess of Fate."