This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 388 - 354: The Method to Be a King

Chapter 388: Chapter 354: The Method to Be a King

Laine Imperial Capital, upon the vast square of the Royal Palace, a white-haired old man stood in front of the palace gates.

He was William Garrison, known as the strongest shield of the Empire.

William Garrison had not partaken in food or drink for three days and nights; he was waiting for the Emperor of Laine’s decree of guilt. If the emperor refused to acknowledge his mistakes, he would continue to stand there until he died.

In the battle of the Impure Chant, William Garrison, the centenarian, led the Paladin troops repeatedly to fend off the Gith Yankee’s attacks.

It was also William Garrison’s struggle that allowed the Emperor of Laine to safely return to Flow Flame City.

William Garrison was originally a steadfast member of the Imperial Loyalist Faction, having argued more than once with the former Supreme Decree on behalf of the Royal Family of Laine. In William Garrison’s heart, the word "Laine" signified Saint King Arthur Laine, and his bloodline descendants should inherit this glory and be respected by all.

James Watson, this serious and old-fashioned old antique, actually criticized the emperor’s conduct more than once.

Back then, the emperor was not the current one, but similarly, he was a young man who knew nothing and easily made a joke of himself during political meetings.

But James Watson would blow things out of proportion over trivial matters. Where was the half-bit of respect for "Laine"?

Several times, William Garrison nearly threw his white glove of challenge in James Watson’s face, but for a Paladin to challenge a Light Priest was somewhat bullying. After all, William Garrison was a well-known and respected Paladin of the Empire, with only the Silvermoon Knight having higher prestige. Bullying was not something he could do.

Therefore, until William Garrison’s retirement, the two never came to blows.

But after the battle of the Impure Chant, William Garrison recognized his mistake. It was the emperor of Laine who truly insulted the name "Laine." He had never imagined Laine People dying at the hands of their own emperor.

The Gith Yankee and the Red Dragons killed less than ten thousand people on the battlefield; of the remaining ten thousand, two thousand were crushed by the emperor himself, and a few thousand more were soldiers whose morale had collapsed and scattered in panic, only to meet a gruesome death afterward.

No blame could be placed on them; even the emperor had fled, so how could you expect these young people to summon courage?

After returning to Flow Flame City, William Garrison spent a great deal of time comforting the soldiers, holding Flow Flame City steadfast to prevent further attacks by the Gith Yankee.

Once the Gith Yankee had completely withdrawn, William Garrison began to impeach the emperor, causing the young emperor a great deal of distress. The Young Emperor chose to evade the issue, but William Garrison, the stubborn old man who dared to confront the Supreme Decree, would not let him off so easily.

Hence, he came to the Imperial Capital and stood in front of the Royal Palace doors engaging in silent protest.

If it were anyone else, they would simply be carried away.

But the identity of William Garrison stood firm; after the passing of the Silvermoon Knight, there was no Paladin nobler or more revered. Moreover, as long as the old man planted his shield taller than most men into the ground, no one in the whole of Laine could move his body.

The strongest shield of the Empire was not an empty title.

William Garrison was as unshakable as a rock.

Even if the Silvermoon Knight were to be resurrected, it would take at least a dozen strikes to possibly break through his defense.

As such, the Emperor of Laine found himself in discomfort; every second the old man stood, the Young Emperor felt as though he was being slapped in the face.

But there was no remedy, for after the last defeat, he was unable to wield the Magic Dragon Armament any longer.

Because the old Zombies down below learned of the Young Emperor’s defeat, and on the spot, two died of rage, while the rest decided to immediately select a new emperor, and the Magic Dragon Armament became an impossible thought.

Thousands of Royal Family bloodlines started a secret selection, which likely wouldn’t take more than a few days to elect a new emperor.

By then, the current Young Emperor would have to write his own decree of guilt, and then amidst the ridicule and curses of the whole country, hand over the throne to someone else.

After that, he would be executed as a disgrace of the Royal Family, and even his name would be erased from the historical record.

He could not accept this outcome. Everything was supposed to improve; he had been able to control the Magic Dragon Armament, the world should have knelt at his feet, and Laine was to become the only country in the world.

The script was supposed to go like this; why had it changed?

He could not accept this fact, he could not die without leaving even a name behind.

However, he had no way out.

A person with no power whatsoever, his only possession was the title of the emperor, but now, even the emperor’s name seemed to have lost its effect.

As a young man unfit for both literature and the military, he did not know what to do.

Just as he was anxiously passing the days, this haggard-faced Young Emperor seemed to hear a voice.

"Come here!"

The Young Emperor frantically looked around, only to find the room empty, not a single person in sight.

Thinking it was a hallucination from too much anxiety, he was startled when the deep voice continued.

"Come here, little one."

The Young Emperor shivered with fear, not daring to respond, and was about to call the guards outside when he heard the voice say, "Do you want to die in obscurity? Just like the previous two emperors?"

The mouth of the Young Emperor that had opened to shout remained silent.

Three emperors had been changed in a few years, a well-known fact in Laine.

The reason for changing emperors was simple, it was due to bloodline.

Only those who could resonate with the Magic Dragon Armament could become the Emperor of Laine, and this resonance was not constant. Once the effect of the resonance weakened, it was time to change the emperor.

The previous two emperors had experienced this as well, one day they simply could no longer elicit a response from the Magic Dragon Armament, and they were replaced.

Their reigns as emperor had been taken as a joke, and they were deposed even more so, with absolutely no one remembering their names.

The Young Emperor said anxiously to the mysterious voice, "But... what should I do? I can’t do anything."

"Don’t panic, don’t be disorderly, staying calm is the basic requirement of a king."

The Young Emperor took several deep breaths and finally calmed down.

"Tell me your name, young man."

The Young Emperor replied, "I... my name is Price Laine."

"Very good, Price, you actually have a lot of potential, it has just always been restricted by others. Come, I will teach you how to be a qualified emperor."

The Young Emperor, as if grasping at the last straw, quickly asked, "What should I do? In a few days, I will be secretly executed."

The mysterious voice answered, "It’s simple, as long as you have enough power, that’s all. They can execute an insignificant insect, but how are they going to execute a Giant Dragon?"

"A Giant Dragon?"

"Exactly, become a Giant Dragon, become the most powerful entity in this Mortal World, then you are the true emperor."

The Young Emperor, greatly moved, eagerly asked, "But how can I become strong?"

"It’s simple, come find me. I am waiting for you in the treasury, I will teach you how to become strong."

The Young Emperor was startled, and said in surprise, "The treasury? You... you are the Magic Dragon Armament?"

"Heh, the Magic Dragon Armament is just your derogatory term for me. Little one, remember, my name is Atros, Atros the Eternal!"