This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 517 - 474

Chapter 517: Chapter 474

Amberser was startled by his own speculation.

"Don’t let there be such a shift now," he thought. He had just secured a great position, waiting to count money until his bones grew. If the Lord of the Dawn engaged in another battle with the Dragon Gods, everything would indeed become chaotic, completely beyond control.

Amberser couldn’t even pick a side to bet on now. He was naturally hostile towards the Lord of the Dawn, and as for the Dragon Pantheon... they hadn’t forgotten what he had done overseas, and it was only due to Aeo’s strict rules that the Dragon Gods hadn’t crushed him yet.

Withered Rose was also startled by Amberser’s speculation. If the Lord of the Dawn really made a move, could they possibly destroy Laine?

Both were worried, but Amberser responded slightly quicker, comforting Withered Rose by saying, "I think I might be overthinking it. Once the gamble ends, something significant is bound to happen, but the situation doesn’t seem so serious right now."

Withered Rose wasn’t as optimistic, anxiously stating, "But it’s only a matter of time, even if the Magic Dragon Tyrant hasn’t won yet, victory isn’t far off."

Amberser said in a grave tone, "You’re right. Since that’s the case, let me take this opportunity to check for myself how far the Magic Dragon Tyrant has been revived."

Recalling Amberser’s understanding of souls, Withered Rose asked, "Can you tell just by looking through the Magic Mirror?"

"I can’t, which is why I need to meet him in person."

The images transmitted through the Magic Mirror were merely reflections; Amberser’s perception could only discern color differences, not fluctuations of the soul.

If he could meet face-to-face, Amberser was confident he could sense abnormalities in the other’s soul.

"That’s too dangerous! If the Magic Dragon has truly revived, you might not be able to return to the Life Casket for rebirth."

The power of time was so formidable; the original Magic Dragon Tyrant surely could kill a Lich outright, otherwise even the undead would be within the enslavement range of the Dragon Race.

No one knew how capable the current Magic Dragon was; Amberser’s plan was fraught with danger.

"Don’t worry, I won’t die now. Not to mention my own abilities, I will inform everyone before this meeting, including the deities."

Of course, Amberser wouldn’t foolishly meet with the Emperor of Laine alone; who knew if Laine had a way to bypass the protection of the Life Casket.

He planned to bring a crowd and inform all deities.

The God of Alchemy would certainly protect him, and Talos couldn’t afford to let Amberser die, as both Hell Lords were waiting for Amberser’s prepayment to bankroll their operations.

With so many deities watching, even the Magic Dragon Tyrant had to consider the consequences.

If you owe someone thousands, you can be killed at any moment; if you owe millions to the state, you get arrested; but if you owe countless pleasures and billions of Soul Currency to the Gods, they have to ensure you don’t die.

That’s just human nature, whether you’re a mortal or a deity.

Withered Rose said firmly, "Then I’ll go with you."

"Ah? Lady Rose, I can only ensure my safety, not necessarily yours."

Amberser was worried that if Withered Rose couldn’t control her emotions at the time, the undead could go insane without reason.

"If you would take a risk for me, how could I let you go alone? If necessary, we’ll call on Pale Bone and Gareth, and the Elegy Poetry Society can assemble once more. We need not fear the Laine People taking action."

Withered Rose was extremely resolute; there was no way she would let Amberser go alone this time.

Amberser had no choice, as Withered Rose wasn’t just an ordinary girl, but the Undead Queen who controlled a kingdom. Once she decided on something, no one could stop her.

"If that’s the case, let’s make it a lively affair. I’ll try to invite everyone. Unless Laine wants to start a world war, he absolutely wouldn’t dare to act recklessly."

"Everyone?" Withered Rose asked, "You mean the Elf Tribe?"

"Not just the Elf Tribe, but also Druids, Dwarves, the Fury Tide Kingdom, and representatives from the Overseas Dragon Clan and underwater races. Since we’re probing Laine’s capabilities, we need to strike with a heavy hammer; otherwise, it won’t make an impression."

If it were just the undead meeting with Laine, the chances of overturning the table if disagreements arose were high. Regardless of winning or losing, there would be damage.

Even if the Elegy Poetry Society dealt a heavy blow to Laine, it would likely cost them a few members.

Amberser couldn’t bear any loss within the Elegy Poetry Society, not even Hake Stone, whom Amberser still wanted to exploit for his own benefit.

The simplest way to avoid flipping the table was to enlarge it. Once the table was heavy enough, even Talos couldn’t overturn it.

Withered Rose said doubtfully, "What reason will you use to gather these people? Just the name of the Emperor of Laine isn’t enough."

Since Laine had offended too many people, Amberser had to find a reason acceptable to all for other kingdoms to possibly send envoys.

"I haven’t thought of one yet, but it’s not a big issue; we can delay for now."

"How will you delay? Are the Laine People eager for your weapons? Wars can’t be dragged out too long."

"It’s simple, weakling the Orcs is enough. I will find an excuse to take back the airships from the Orcs. Without eyes in the sky, the Orcs won’t dare to cross the Emerald River to attack, since it’s not yet time for their final battle."

This was the power of the world’s strongest arms dealer, who could sway the course of wars at will. However, the Orcs would definitely be very dissatisfied, and Amberser needed to consider how to compensate them. At the very least, he had to give the Orcs face, not completely offending a monopoly’s customers with his power.

"Sigh, migraine, I need to go back and think through the specifics. Please help assemble the Elegy Poetry Society, Lady Rose."

Accidentally escalating matters, there was now even more work to be busy with.

Amberser was troubled on his end. Things were not much better for Laine.

When Ange Watson reported the request of the Lich to meet with the Emperor, the Young Emperor immediately felt a headache coming on.

"Oh, he can no longer be called the Young Emperor—he was the last true emperor of Laine—Atros."

However, this name must not yet be known to others.

Atros leaned back on the throne, his long hair covering his right eye, which had transformed into a dragon’s eye, making him appear unchanged.

The urgent sealed letter in his hand made Atros frown, as he hadn’t expected the Lich to request a meeting with him.

Honestly, Atros did not want to meet.

It wasn’t that he feared the Lich would go mad enough to assassinate him, the Emperor of Laine, but that the Lich was very sinister.

What kind of Lich would be friends with Paladins? Even when the various Races formed an alliance to rebel, the Undead were always under suspicion, only Arthur Laine truly trusted the Undead.

The teachings of Laine had been instilling values in people for 1700 years, and under such education, Allen still befriended the Undead.

It wasn’t only Allen; Atros knew that many people in the kingdom collaborated with this Undead.

Excluding Laine, the Lich had even more partners.

Originally Arthur Laine unified the races with love and fairness, today the Lich united them through interests, different methods but same effect.

Atros dared not underestimate this Lich, treating him as if he were dealing with Arthur Laine.

Meeting such a person was too risky. If the Lich discovered his identity, it would be troublesome; Atros couldn’t afford to be in conflict with the whole world at this time.

But could he just not meet him?

If he gave up the trade, Laine would lose the chance to renew weapons and equipment.

The weapons created by the Lich were epoch-making; without them, it would be like humans fighting Giants Dragons barehanded, unable to win without the blessing of a Deity.

If the Dragon Race back then had faced these weapons, they probably would have lost even more quickly.

Though Atros had originated from a Magic Dragon, he was not a true Magic Dragon Tyrant. Death was equal for all creatures; with the Magic Dragon dead, Atros could only be considered a half-descendant and successor.

Born in this era, he had to adapt to it.

The Dragon Race had declined, and the power of the Time Dragon was not invincible; he had to acquire these weapons.

Be it imitation or purchase, he must obtain them.

"Do I really have to meet this Lich? How can I meet him without raising his suspicions, perhaps by playing the fool?"

The Young Emperor’s past behavior was well-known; maybe playing dumb could work.

"If it’s just communication through the Magic Mirror, it shouldn’t be a problem. Let me think about that fool’s usual behavior..."

As he recalled the past, Atros suddenly frowned, a severe pain emerging that made him involuntarily crush the arm of the throne.

"Liar! Give me back my body!"

"Kill you, flay and quarter you!"

...

The piercing wails resounded in Atros’s soul, making him even more uncomfortable.

These were the residual hatreds of the Young Emperor; though the soul had been fused and assimilated by Atros, only leaving some soul fragments, these fragments were like shards of glass, the toughest to smooth out.

Atros had to endure the painful sensation of having glass shards mixed into his soul to think. Every time he remembered something related to the Young Emperor, the pain intensified.

All Atros could do was accelerate time during each episode of intense pain to shorten his suffering.

At this moment, he frowned in deep thought, looking for a way to handle the Lich.

"I heard this Lich is extremely greedy, would it work to just bribe him with money?"

The treasury of Laine was still quite full. It was simple to take some money out. Could throwing a few tens of millions of Gold Coins at him turn him into a pawn?

While pondering this, a servant entered tremulously and reported to Atros, "Your Majesty, Allen Watson has come again."

Atros’s brow furrowed even more, asking, "What does he want this time?"

"Your Majesty, it’s the same request as before; Allen Watson wants to go to the battlefield to fight the Orcs alongside his brother," the servant replied.

It was not the first time Allen Watson had applied to go to the front line, but Atros had always refused.

Allen’s condition was too delicate, quite different from Ange Watson, and if Allen continued to distinguish himself on the battlefield, he would overshadow the Emperor.

Allen knew his brother’s temperament; if he went to the battlefield without permission, let alone joining the fight, Ange Watson would kill Allen on the spot.

No one can break military rules, not even a younger brother.

So, Allen could only keep applying repeatedly.

Atros smiled and ordered, "Tell Allen I have another important task for him here, a task no less critical than fighting on the battlefield. For the sake of Laine, he must complete it well!"