This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 678 - 592: The Blessing of God Above Gods Aio

Chapter 678: Chapter 592: The Blessing of God Above Gods Aio

Every time James Watson mentioned the Lord of the Dawn, Amberser always felt a bit uneasy.

After all, during the past few centuries, whether he was a human or a lich, the Lord of the Dawn had little to do with him.

Mages have a certain disdain for deities, with many thinking "they could be replaced," even when it comes to the Magic Goddess.

Not to mention the liches, for whom Holy Light was a deadly poison that must not be touched.

Although Amberser knew that the Lord of the Dawn must have benefits for him, he had never taken the initiative to make contact.

Amberser muttered to himself, "Everything I desire can be fulfilled? You talk as if you know me so well."

James Watson asserted firmly, "The Holy Light always guides us in the right direction. Perhaps you think you want a lot, simply because you do not understand what you truly desire."

"Don’t give me that mystical nonsense. Whether the Lord of the Dawn satisfies my wishes or not, you still have to get this done for me."

Amberser was not about to be swayed by this old man’s few words; there would be no cutting corners.

James Watson, seeing that Amberser was immovable, could only mutter under his breath as he went to arrange things.

Hake Stone, holding the Royal Family of Laine’s genealogy, called out names one by one to find people.

"Countess Beinfrieda... what, dead? And Countess Milian? Dead too? Ilyasfeir must still be alive, right? Bring her to me, I will train her myself."

"What will she be trained in? Her Majesty the Empress is to attend such a grand occasion; every piece of clothing and accessory, from large to small, a noblewoman of varying ranks should help her don, part of your own Laine traditions. Do you not even understand the protocol? And, fetch some young, pretty nuns, twins would be even better!"

This Dwarf Vampire was already throwing his weight around, bossing the Laine people in circles.

Amberser’s consciousness left Laine and ventured into Gloomyland.

Withered Rose was lazily lying in bed reading a novel. Now, having left the Connected Dream Realm, the only pastime of the Undead Queen was to read novels, catching up on the knightly tales she wasn’t allowed to read as a child.

Amberser appeared in the Magic Mirror by the bedside and recounted his experience in Laine to Withered Rose.

The Undead Queen closed the novel with a puzzled look and asked, "The Lord of the Dawn really agreed to your plan in Laine? This is truly strange."

"Yes, this deity’s actions are unusual. Under normal circumstances, He should be issuing divine commands daily to reunite Laine. That’s the faith of tens of millions of people, and many of them are zealots. Yet, He just watches, as if He has given up on Laine, which is not the habit of a God of Faith."

But Withered Rose shook her head and said, "No, that’s not what I meant. I mean He’s overly indulgent with you. Even if you’ve offered much help to Laine, a little benefit would have been sufficient. Now, what the Lord of the Dawn is giving you is not just a reward, it seems more like... like how He would treat Arthur Laine."

"I am no saint."

Amberser was very self-aware; he knew he was far from Arthur Laine.

Withered Rose said with a smile, "But you could become a saint; you’ve saved the world and done many good deeds. Apart from that Arthur Laine, in these thousand-odd years, there really hasn’t been anyone greater than you."

Amberser didn’t know how to counter. For a capitalist to be called a good person, the world must be in a truly sorry state.

"So, you’re suggesting I should take the initiative to have a chat with the Lord of the Dawn?"

Withered Rose nodded and said, "Of course, what’s there to lose? Since the deity has already extended an invitation, we mortals shouldn’t be too arrogant."

Withered Rose’s suggestion tempted Amberser.

Indeed, it was time to talk with this powerful deity, though the method required some thought.

Amberser could now contact the God of Alchemy at any time, and with the help of this deity’s connections, even establish a relationship with the Lord of Knowledge, Ogma. Finding the Lord of the Dawn through the God of Alchemy was one option and having the God of Alchemy as an intermediary would also serve as a way to "elevate his status."

But after much deliberation, Amberser discarded this idea.

As Withered Rose said, the Lord of the Dawn had already shown him great favor. Seeking to elevate his status would appear too proud.

It was like having an invitation handed to your doorstep, waiting to attend a banquet. Receiving it would be enough, but insisting on having a VIP deliver a formal invitation in its place, what would that signify?

What should have been a blessing might easily turn sour with such an approach.

After much thought, Amberser chose the simplest method—praying to the Lord of the Dawn.

Arthur Laine had taught Amberser how to pray to this deity representing hope, and those prayers hadn’t been forgotten, despite his fragmented soul. However, the last time he recited those prayers, Amberser’s body felt as though it was being torched by hellfire, an excruciating pain.

Even the faintest glimmer of Holy Light was a lethal torture for a lich.

What difference would there be now?

Amberser’s consciousness entered deep into the Magic Mirror, beginning to pray to the Lord of the Dawn according to his memories. At first, he recited the prayers stiffly, but as Amberser concentrated, an indescribable feeling blossomed from deep within his soul.