This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 675 - 590: Waves in the Tide of History

Chapter 675: Chapter 590: Waves in the Tide of History

Cyril Rolan, once known as the Glorious General, a Legendary Holy Warrior.

He led his legion out to sea, only to encounter Amberser and be soundly defeated by Arthur Laine.

Later, a single phrase from Amberser, "The Lord of the Dawn stands with me," left him spewing blood on the spot, nearly shattering his faith.

In his critical condition, Cyril Rolan ordered his legion to split in two, seeking to understand what exactly had gone wrong with Laine.

However, he disappeared afterward; no one knew that this Glorious General had become like a vagrant, nor did anyone know about the connection between Kaid Worson and Cyril Rolan.

With a hoarse voice, Cyril Rolan said, "Don’t call me general anymore. I’m not even a Paladin now; I’m just a broken man."

Kaid Worson said, "The Holy Light hasn’t given up on you, but you’ve given up already, always mouthing off about being a broken man. A real broken man isn’t just someone who drowns himself in drink and sleeps in pigsties—I speak from experience."

Cyril Rolan wasn’t angry in the least. To Kaid Worson he said, "Are you here just to insult me? Well, I have plenty of time. Consider it a lullaby for me."

Kaid Worson sighed and said, "We had an agreement; you owe me a favor, and now I need you to repay it. I need your help to investigate something..."

Information about the Dwarves was sent to the Glorious General in one fell swoop.

"I’m worried that there might be some conspiracy among the Dwarves, General Rolan. Please, you must thoroughly investigate. Otherwise, the lives of millions could be threatened."

Cyril Rolan’s expression became grave as he carefully read through the information and then nodded, "I understand, I will investigate as quickly as possible. But why are you seeking me out? Aren’t there better candidates? Master Ultraman must be aware of the situation with the Dwarves, no?"

The resurrection of Amberser couldn’t be hidden from many, especially from the higher-ups of Laine; basically, all of them were already informed.

Although most kept quiet, they all knew the weight of this person.

If one were to say who was the most adept at intrigue and who wielded the world’s largest information network, it would undoubtedly be Master Ultraman.

The All Nations Conference of Laine was closely related to this Master. Wouldn’t it be simpler to ask him for the intelligence on the Dwarves?

However, Kaid Worson shook his head, "Do you know whether that Master Ultraman is closer with the Dwarves or with Laine?"

Cyril Rolan opened his mouth but ultimately fell silent.

A Lich, a greedy capitalist, a heroic savior... Each of his identities had a complicated, indescribable relationship with Laine; they couldn’t be analyzed through simple stances.

This relationship was too complex, too intricate for even the best historians to know how to record this great figure’s story—it’s said that numerous scholars have come to blows trying to confirm the life story of this Lich.

If it wasn’t for the recent publication of an extremely detailed "The Legendary Life of Lich Diga Ultraman," it’s likely that the academic world would have lost a few more lives over him.

Cyril Rolan had nearly worn out his copy of this personal biography in an attempt to understand why the Holy Light would side with this Lich and to comprehend how this Lich could stand alongside Saint King Arthur against the Magic Dragon.

Stripping away most of the sections about women, Cyril Rolan came to understand why a Lich could receive the protection of the Holy Light. His actions were far more just than those of the Laine Empire; the innocents he saved outnumbered those rescued by all Paladins combined.

From that time on, Cyril Rolan completely abandoned any desire for vengeance, yet he still did not know what he ought to do.

"The Magic Dragon had died, Saint King Arthur had sacrificed himself, and even the witch specter had disappeared.

If Kaid Worson hadn’t picked him up from the pigsty, Cyril Rolan would likely have drunk himself to death in the mud.

Although Kaid Worson had dissuaded him from suicide, Cyril Rolan still felt a twinge of discomfort whenever the name Amberser was mentioned, as if it were the biggest humiliation of his life.

Cyril Rolan sighed and said, "Alright, I’ll go and investigate with the Dwarves. But don’t get your hopes up, if the Dwarves are really up to something, the current state of Laine probably can’t handle it."

"Do your best, after all, the Deity is watching us."

Kaid Worson looked up at the sky, his body glowing with a faint Holy Light.

Cyril Rolan’s eyes brightened, and he said in surprise, "You’ve ascended to Legendary?"

Kaid Worson sighed and said, "I didn’t want to ascend, but if I hadn’t, I would have already died of exhaustion."

Being born into the Watson family, reaching Legendary Rank might only have been a matter of time, everyone thought so, but Kaid Worson had never entertained the idea.

For Laine doesn’t allow life extension, does it? How many more years can a Legendary Light Priest live compared to a high-ranking Light Priest? According to Laine’s statistics, the difference is less than ten years, and Legendary Light Priests die even faster.

Light Priests naturally have long lives.

But if you ascend to Legendary, the responsibilities you have to bear become even greater, the dangers you face become more severe, and with an increased number of unexpected sacrifices, the average lifespan naturally decreases.

Previously, Kaid Worson had adhered to a principle of indolence, never praying or working diligently, just coasting by, often being regarded as a wastrel for many years.

But he lived comfortably, with a good mentality and a healthy body.

Recently, however, that was no longer feasible. To alleviate the pressure on his family, Kaid Worson had to work seriously, and naturally, he had ascended to Legendary.

Cyril Rolan remarked reflectively, "Perhaps, you should have been the Supreme Decree, if you had taken control of the Empire earlier, Laine might not have become what it is today."

Kaid Worson waved his hands and said, "Don’t flatter me; no one can stand against fate in this historical upheaval. Every one of us is but a grain of sand, a wavelet, unable to contend with destiny. Laine has its own future, and we just happened to be here at this time. We just need to play our roles well and not dream day and night of dramatically changing the course of events. General Rolan, you should understand this very well."

Cyril Rolan fell silent and could only close the communication in silence.

As Kaid Worson had said, even as a Legendary, he had not been able to play much of a role in this upheaval. This whole world, only a number of rare geniuses could influence the whole world.

Like Saint King Arthur, like that Lich.

Now the Lich has returned, who knows whether there’s a chance for the Saint King to be resurrected?

Cyril Rolan couldn’t help but think, if Saint King Arthur could be resurrected, then Laine might really be saved, right?

"Ah, it’s better not to indulge in wishful thinking, as Kaid said, just do what one should do."

Cyril Rolan’s filthy body began to gleam with specks of starlight. The fine light enveloped his body, turning him into a meteor streaking across the sky, flying toward the Dwarf Desert."