This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 522 - 477: A Message for the Magic Dragon

Chapter 522: Chapter 477: A Message for the Magic Dragon

When Arthur Laine said he would offer himself as bait, Amberser instinctively wanted to refuse.

This was his biggest trump card, like a royal flush he could throw down at any time, and now he was supposed to throw it out just to test the Magic Dragon Tyrant?

"Is that really necessary, Your Majesty? Do you have any idea how much of a stir revealing your identity will cause?"

Arthur Laine nodded, knowing that someone who could start a rebellion wasn’t a fool, and although he was a bit naïve, he was certainly not a simpleton like Allen.

"That’s why we can’t make a big show of it, just let the Magic Dragon know. If he truly is the Magic Dragon, you only need to deliver a message to him, and he should know it’s me. Besides, the Magic Dragon Tyrant won’t want Arthur Laine to reappear—he’ll definitely come to find me quietly, which is the most appropriate approach."

After thinking it over, Amberser found the plan quite reliable.

If they could set the time and place, call on all members of the Elegy Poetry Society, add the Undead Army, and coordinate with Arthur Laine... Perhaps they could truly eliminate the Magic Dragon.

"The plan is worth considering. What message do you want to send to that Magic Dragon?"

Amberser was looking forward to it—when the hero and the Tyrant met again, what would be the first words exchanged? The thrill of witnessing history was exhilarating; he could probably knock Hake Stone for a few million with this.

Arthur Laine cleared his throat and then said very seriously, "Just tell him that the continent’s most handsome Paladin has returned!"

Amberser:...

There was a crash nearby, the sound of broken glass.

It was Naomi, who had been pretending to tidy up nearby and accidentally broke two bottles.

She only wanted to eavesdrop on her master and His Majesty the Holy King’s conversation, but now... Naomi wanted to crawl into a hole and hide from her embarrassment.

How could His Majesty the Holy King say such an awkward and spine-tingling thing!

Since they both lived in Amberser’s private space, Naomi occasionally talked with the Holy King, but his aura was so grand that she only dared admire him from afar, not daring to get too close.

But today... Naomi felt her illusion shatter—could even the Holy King claim to be the most handsome Paladin on the continent?

Amberser was also so awkward that his bones trembled; had he still had flesh, he’d surely be covered in goosebumps.

Looking at Arthur Laine’s earnest face, Amberser asked, "Your Majesty, are you serious? You’re not playing a joke, are you?"

"What joke?" Arthur Laine said with a grave expression, "What’s wrong with that? Who else could claim to be the continent’s most handsome Paladin but me?"

Amberser:...

Seeing Amberser’s reaction, Arthur Laine didn’t get angry but seriously pointed at his own face and explained, "Look at the placement of my features—perfect golden ratios. Look at this bridge of my nose, these double eyelids. Hildas was only a bit better looking than me initially, and now that he has aged, he can’t compare to me at all..."

He really was serious, not making a joke. He truly believed that the Elven King of the past was only slightly more handsome than him!

Amberser didn’t know how to explain that all Paladins, influenced by the Holy Light, were never unsightly; even a face covered in scars would seem iron-blooded and cool rather than ugly due to the Holy Light.

Simply put, there were no ugly Paladins.

As for Arthur Laine’s looks, it was certainly not ugly, but handsome would be a stretch; Allen was a bit more handsome than him. After all, Allen’s family had good genes, and the nobility bred over generations had far superior looks than an ordinary person. And Arthur Laine, a wandering orphan tutored by an Orc Paladin, really couldn’t compare in this regard.

"I understand, Your Majesty the Holy King. I will definitely deliver the message!"

Amberser was now sure that the message would work; he could imagine Arthur Laine appearing before the Magic Dragon Tyrant, sword in hand, shouting, "He who claims your head is the handsomest Paladin on the continent."

The Magic Dragon Tyrant would die regretting being slain by someone who uttered such dialogue!

No doubt, if the Magic Dragon heard these words while asleep, he’d jump out of bed in shock.

Now they had the bait, but arranging the meeting remained an issue.

The Emperor of Laine was a character who could set off a chain reaction; it was impossible for him to sneak out of the Royal Palace unnoticed. Thus, Arthur Laine’s words could only serve to lure him out, and Amberser still needed to devise a cover story so His Majesty the Emperor could leave the palace in plain sight.

That was actually simple. As long as the Emperor was willing to leave, Amberser could make up something like a "Laine & Orc ceasefire negotiation meeting" on Master Ultraman’s authority, and it would be easy to involve both nations.

But without Arthur Laine’s words, the envoy sent by Laine might be some minister. Now, with that message, it was highly likely that the Emperor of Laine himself would attend in person.

With both the ostensible reason and the genuine purpose established, they could start arranging the meeting.

Amberser thought about it and decided to include the Elf Tribe, Dwarves, and all other kingdoms—the Magic Dragon was a common enemy to them all. The more people present, the less likely he’d dare upset the table.

Should the Magic Dragon Tyrant dare make a move, Amberser could directly unite the forces of all kingdoms against him. However, there was a balance to maintain here; Amberser needed to consider whether it might scare the Magic Dragon Tyrant off, making him too afraid to come.