This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 532 - 481: The Hero of the Kuotuo Murlocs

Chapter 532: Chapter 481: The Hero of the Kuotuo Murlocs

This negotiation proved to be a win-win for both sides.

Urbano Pacheco came clean about everything, not having to worry about Amberser, the "big shot," targeting him, and in turn, secured a promise from Amberser that could potentially turn things around.

Amberser too reaped great rewards, gaining possession of the secrets of the Kuotuo Murlocs, finding clues on how to confront the Mentally Ill Goddess, and also dragging the Orcs into the fray, making them bait to attract the Magic Dragon Tyrant.

As for whether the Emperor of Laine would join the duel, that was inconsequential.

All Amberser needed to do was continue to hold general meetings under the pretext of peace talks, use Arthur Laine to lure the Emperor of Laine to join, and then create an opportunity for the Orc King to provoke Laine during the meeting.

Whether it was a real duel did not matter; as long as there was a fight, Amberser’s objective would be achieved.

Everything went so smoothly it seemed as if the Goddess of Fate had arranged it herself.

"I must not be careless, I must not be careless, I must not be careless..."

Amberser knew that one must repeatedly remind oneself of important things. Good things rarely come in succession, and if they do, they’re usually setting you up for a downfall later.

This was the precious life lesson he had concluded after several hundred years of experience.

After leaving the Orc territory through the Teleportation Circle, Amberser returned to Gold Coin Island and inspected the construction of the transit station, finding that everything was going well.

After several expansions, the small island had turned into a suitable slaughterhouse... no, that’s not right, it became a collecting area for Giant Dragon body materials.

To prevent the materials from being corrupted by the dark Magic Power of the Undead, all the workers on Gold Coin Island were Mercury Avatars, a kind of race with extravagant costs.

After a prolonged period of nurturing in his private space, the wisdom of the first batch of Mercury Avatars had reached the level of ordinary humans, and they could be entrusted with some simple alchemy processes.

However, these little guys did not eat food; they consumed metal, so Amberser also had to prepare a large amount of metallic ores for them.

Comparing costs, it was more expensive than human labor, but considering it was an isolated island overseas, and given the high loyalty of the Mercury Avatars, and the fact that hiring people also came with the issues of dealing with living emotions and worries of theft or rebellion.

Overall, high costs notwithstanding, Mercury Avatars were more reliable.

The first batch of Giants Dragons having come to get their nails trimmed had arrived, and the Mercury Avatars were using various tools to cut into the dragon claws, sending sparks flying and filling the air with the heat of activity.

In the beginning, the primary materials involved the Dragons’ nails, shed Scales, hair, and droppings, all centred around the principle of causing no pain. Painless processes make Dragons less resistant, and each one that came to get its nails trimmed received a small "reward." It could be some shiny luxury item or something from the continent like food, etc.

These Dragons were starved of luxuries; many had never seen pigs, cows, or sheep from the moment they were born. The first time they tasted beef, they were so excited that they even shed tears.

Ah, it was the taste of home as remembered by their inherited memory.

That was more or less the idea.

So, the Dragons were generally very cooperative.

After all, what significance did nails have if they were well-fed here?

A huge quantity of Dragon Scales and claw materials were cut off and then sorted and processed.

As Amberser’s chief disciple, Isabel was transferred from the Dwarf Kingdom to Gold Coin Island to oversee the processing of the first batch of materials.

Once the initial processing was done, it would be sent to the Fury Tide Kingdom for the next stage of work.

That was where the real heavy labor came in; they had to crush and precisely process these exceptionally sturdy materials. This wasn’t any high-end technology but indeed required a lot of effort.

So, a large number of low-skilled workers were needed for the deeper processing, which was labor-intensive work.

After this step was completed, the remaining materials would be sent either to Amberser’s own Underground Alchemy Factory or to the Dwarf Kingdom for final processing.

A half-meter diameter Dragon Scale cost about three hundred gold coins from the time it was taken from the Dragon to its final product form.

But the final product could sell for a high price of at least two to three thousand gold coins.

Countless alchemy recipes passed around the continent all involved materials from the Dragon body, and various high-level Magic Equipment couldn’t do without Dragon parts.

Ten times the profit; that’s what a monopoly business was.

This was still with Amberser willing to give concessions to the Fury Tide Kingdom and the Alchemist Council. If Amberser had been any greedier, he could press production costs down below a hundred gold coins.

But business was about mutual benefit.

Amberser couldn’t press too hard; sustainable profit was the real profit, and making a quick buck was not conducive to lasting success.

Assured that everything was working to plan, Amberser delved into his private space, setting the time to one year inside for each day outside.

Then he began to study the relevant information about the Kuotuo Murlocs he had extracted from the depths of his own Soul.

Like the Dragons, the Heart-stealing Demons were born with inherited memories, and they could inherit even more due to their Race being adept in spiritual power.

The segment of memory Amberser got was immense, starting from the enslavement of the Kuotuo Murlocs by the Heart-stealing Demon Empire to the final collapse of the empire.

The Koutoa Murlocs did not free themselves from the control of the Heart-stealing Demons by their own strength; it was entirely because the vast empire had collapsed. The Heart-stealing Demons, torn apart by internal strife and betrayal by the Githyanki, simply could not afford to care about the Koutoa.

Therefore, for a long time after the empire’s downfall, the Koutoa Murlocs still regarded the Heart-stealing Demons as their masters, waiting for their return.