This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 641 - 563 Contract Signing

Chapter 641: Chapter 563 Contract Signing

Parurier was the most arrogant person Amberser had ever met; even the Lord of the Storm, arrogant as he was, would not be presumptuous enough to consider himself all-knowing and omnipotent.

But Parurier truly felt that way, believing that in this world there were only two types of things for her: those she did not wish to do and those she was too lazy to do. There was nothing she couldn’t accomplish.

In life, Parurier was an all-around genius.

No field was a challenge for her: magic, martial arts, alchemy, literature, music, painting... She could easily master all these skills, surpassing most people with just a little time and effort.

Parurier once took up the lute and sought instruction from a bard; within half a month, she could turn a dilapidated tavern into the most famous place in the kingdom, for her singing and melodies were unique, and she was praised as a pioneering artist.

Parurier had also entered the Magic Academy for study and reached the realm of the Legendary Mage within just eighteen years. The incantations she improved and created could fill a bookshelf, and "Legendary Spells" specially appointed Parurier as a lifetime honorary consultant, inviting her to join as a review judge.

Advancement to deity was never a challenge for her, and coaxing followers to accumulate faith was no issue at all. However, once she discovered deification meant either being a lesser god to other deities or needing Aeo’s scrutiny, Parurier abandoned that pursuit.

Parurier only did what she liked, pursuing all kinds of unknowns. Once the method of deification was known to her, there was no longer any fun in it.

Perhaps it was her excessive intelligence that twisted the woman’s mind.

Parurier did not consider herself human and had no moral constraints, acting on a whim, truly a force of chaos.

She could have lived freely as she wished, until she met Amberser.

Parurier was shocked to discover that there existed a kind of knowledge that other mortals could master, but she could not. This was unacceptable to her.

And the only failure in Parurier’s life came from Amberser, from that unmasterable "Power of Destiny." A magic ritual that should never have gone wrong, a Wishing Spell capable of fulfilling her desires... but Parurier failed, even though she had succeeded several times before. No matter how well-prepared she was this time, she still ended in failure.

All the life-saving methods Parurier had prepared "mysteriously" failed due to various reasons, and the backlash of magic power directly destroyed her body, causing her soul to fall into Hell.

And Amberser, who should have died with Parurier, stood in a special corner; when the furious magic explosion occurred, it just so happened not to reach his position, and the falling boulders and splintered shards did not harm him in the slightest.

Everything was so coincidental, as if someone had deliberately arranged it.

Once again, Parurier witnessed what destiny meant, so to this day, she pathologically imitates the behaviors of a Diviner Mage, deciding her actions by flipping a coin, and then using her abilities to fulfill the "prophecy."

To this day, Parurier still wishes to master that power, to grasp that unknown.

Amberser was well aware of Parurier’s character, so he lured her not only with the magnificent feat of ending the Blood War but also with the Power of Destiny she had obsessively desired for hundreds of years.

Parurier did not hide her excitement; she was always interested in such stimulating unknowns.

But she would not be seduced by just a few words from Amberser, because Parurier could sense Amberser’s feelings now. "Unease," "excitement," and "fear"... These complex emotions coming together indicated that Amberser himself was not very confident.

But this made it all the more interesting.

Parurier said to Amberser, "You cunning fellow, you always know how to tempt others, just like with that Drow Elf back then."

Amberser said angrily, "That was your doing, not mine!"

Back then, Parurier coerced Amberser into teaching her the Power of Destiny, later resorting to kidnapping and torture. Amberser escaped several times only to be caught again, and later, when Parurier thought she had some insight, she went into seclusion to conduct research.

Amberser thought he had finally gotten rid of that maniac. However, a hundred years later, a confident Parurier reappeared before Amberser to test her so-called "Power of Prophecy."

What’s even more twisted is that Parurier said if the coin landed heads up, a man would have to spend the night with Amberser, tails up, a woman.

Amberser knew Parurier was capable of anything and could only manipulate the Power of Destiny, so he chose tails.

After all, Parurier was a beauty, so enduring a bit and making a sacrifice wasn’t entirely unacceptable.

And just when Amberser thought that Parurier would pick herself to fulfill the so-called prophecy, she seduced a Drow Elf and sent them to Amberser’s bed.

Then, this Drow Elf turned out to be the Chosen One of the Rose Spider Queen and, after an intense struggle through the night, she needed to kill Amberser as a sacrifice to the Rose Spider Queen.

The result was Amberser fighting desperately, and then with Parurier’s "assistance," he successfully killed the Rose Chosen One. But as a consequence, he made an enemy of the Rose Spider Queen, leading to various entanglements of gratitude and revenge afterward.

After this experience, Amberser realized he really couldn’t ignore this freak any longer—who knew if next time he’d be the one bound and delivered to someone’s bed, and what if it was an ogre’s?

But over these two hundred years, Amberser was no longer the helpless weakling he once was, and in the end, by "luck," he managed to kill Parurier and finally escaped the clutches of this freak.

Parurier, however, was indifferent to her own wicked deeds, simply saying to Amberser, "Ending the Blood War is indeed interesting, but you didn’t just rope me in without knowing anything, right? And the so-called reward is all illusionary, nothing substantial. Do you take me for a fool so easily deceived?"

"Of course I don’t know nothing. I already have a rough plan..."

Amberser shared his initial thoughts with Parurier, lighting up the freak’s eyes.

"Banishing to the Blood War Battlefield, cutting off the tributaries of the Nether River, finding a new way to punish sinners... Not bad, very creative and interesting, and it might even be feasible. However, I still want the Power of Destiny more. Can you give it to me now?"

Parurier had waited for hundreds of years, and the only thing she had not been able to obtain was the Power of Destiny, more important to her than anything else.

Amberser shook his head and said, "I told you before, it’s not something you can demand. But I’m not just talking without proof. Take a look at this."

A thick notebook flew out from the Magic Mirror, landing in Parurier’s hands,

Upon seeing the cover, Parurier still recognized the familiar "Prophet Mage Introduction" and disdainfully said, "I’ve read this book millions of times already."

Amberser replied, "This one’s different. Open it and see."

Parurier flipped through the book, surprised to exclaim, "This is... notes? No, this is..."

The contents of the book hadn’t changed much, but many sticky notes were inserted among the pages, all covered in dense insights and experiences. These were Harvey’s notes, his interpretations of the book "Prophet Mage Introduction" based on his understanding, and he had also suggested many amendments.

After only a few pages, Parurier became angry and said, "Why didn’t you give me these notes in the first place? If I had seen these earlier, maybe I would have mastered the Power of Destiny!"

These notes were much more straightforward and understandable than the original work, and they also presented a different perspective on destiny, giving Parurier, the centenarian scholar, an epiphany as if finally understanding, "So that’s how destiny can be interpreted."

It turns out this so-called "Prophet Mage Introduction" had traps to prevent self-learning—definitely the doing of the despicable scoundrel standing before her.

Amberser, however, helplessly said, "This is the wisdom of later generations; any field of learning is constantly progressing, and Prophet Mages are no exception. I’ll introduce you to the author of these notes, let him teach you from scratch, and in return, you must help me end this Blood Battle with all your might."

Amberser presented a contract to Parurier with hundreds of detailed clauses, but Parurier signed her name without even looking.

To master the Power of Destiny, she didn’t mind giving up everything, including her body and soul.