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Chapter 102 - 102 98 All Are Friends in Life and Death

?Chapter 102: Chapter 98: All Are Friends in Life and Death Chapter 102: Chapter 98: All Are Friends in Life and Death But when Amberser claimed to have brought information from the Golden Kingdom, the Elf who had been staring at Amberser changed his expression. Even though he stood far away, as long as Amberser’s soul could sense him, he could “see” the change in his expression.

The person from the Leiteman Family in front of Amberser also showed a surprised expression.

“The Golden Kingdom? A message from the Dwarf King? This is no joking matter,” he said.

“You may go and report, and soon you’ll find out whether I’m joking or not. Of course, you can also choose to expel me now. However, before war arrives and before you sign a contract with the Elf Tribe, don’t you think it’s worth hearing the Dwarf King’s offer?” Amberser said with a confident smile, showing no flaws.

The expressions of the Undead are those they wish to show you; anyone would be unable to distinguish the true from the false.

The member of the Leiteman Family pondered for a moment, then said to Amberser, “Understood, noble guest, please follow me.”

The Elf that Amberser had been watching quickly disappeared into the distance, probably to report to their leader.

Amberser followed the noble onto a carriage and rode through the satellite towns outside the main city.

Inside the carriage, the young noble responsible for leading the way tactfully sought information, attempting to discern Amberser’s background and the so-called message from the Dwarf King. Amberser was polite but evasive, revealing nothing beyond his name.

Amberser handled the other’s inquiries while taking out the Necromancy Codex, sending a message to Hake Stone.

[Diga Ultraman: Predecessor, can you contact the Desert Dwarf Royal House now?]

It seemed the vampire had some free time as he immediately sent a reply.

[Not Fond of Humans: I’ve spoken with them before, but their response isn’t that swift. What’s up, caught another new Elf?]

[Diga Ultraman: Haven’t caught one, but I’ve encountered new Elven Twilight Guards. They’ve taken an interest in my friend Viscount Leiteman. The Silvermoon Tribunal has put a lot of pressure on my friend. I’m discussing with Viscount Leiteman whether we can borrow the power of the Desert Dwarves. We don’t need your troops to help right away, but even a verbal promise could give him a bit of confidence to continue negotiating with the Elves.]

[Not Fond of Humans: Oh, brother, you do have a wide circle of friends. Alright, I’ll contact the royal house right now.]

[Diga Ultraman: I’d appreciate it, Viscount Leiteman has been a good friend of mine for many years. He is someone I can entrust my Life Casket to. Viscount Leiteman is a Great Lord with tens of thousands under his jurisdiction. If he surrenders to the Elves, it won’t bode well for the Golden Kingdom. I hope the Dwarves can take this seriously.]

[Not Fond of Humans: Don’t worry, I will convey your message accurately.]

Amberser was writing in the Necromancy Codex with magical text invisible to others when the young member of the Leiteman Family curiously asked, “Master Ultraman, what are you writing there?”

Amberser replied seriously, “I am reporting to the Dwarf King. The King attaches great importance to my mission, so much so that he has instructed me to report to him at any time. Alas, were it not for the burden of duties, I would prefer to return and enjoy the royal supply of date honey wine.”

“Report at any time? The Dwarf King values us so highly?” the young noble exclaimed in disbelief.

“Let me correct you, the Dwarf King values me. It was at my suggestion that we communicate with the Lords of Alchemy City in advance. As you know, with the disappearance of that group of Alchemists, a new ruler for this land is inevitable. The Elves of the Silvermoon Tribunal covet this land, but their xenophobia is well known. In contrast, the Golden Kingdom is the most inclusive nation, with policies not unlike those of Alchemy City. I trust you’ll make the right choice.”

Amberser’s words left the young noble dumbstruck.

The carriage quickly passed through the small town and entered Viscount Leiteman’s main city through the towering gate. As soon as he entered, Amberser saw a tall statue of Thanos in the center of the city.

Indeed, the fervent devotees of Thanos reassured Amberser; the Leiteman Family wouldn’t likely be quick to sign a contract with the Elf Tribe.

The carriage moved into the rough-hewn castle, and Amberser was settled into a spacious room to wait.

Meanwhile, the young noble who led the way had already run to Viscount Leiteman’s room to report everything he knew in detail.

Viscount Leiteman, who appeared to be in his forties or fifties, tall and robustly built, with a smooth head marked with patterns resembling thunder and storms, wore a silver-white chainmail and had a large beard that concealed everything below his nose.

He seemed to maintain an expression of perpetual anger, with a distinctly obvious furrow between his brows even when not frowning.

This was the classic visage of a Storm Priest, forever angry, forever ready to destroy everything.

Viscount Leiteman said to his clansman before him, “Is it really possible he’s an envoy from the Dwarf King?”

“It seems likely. I saw no sign of lying on his face,” the clansman answered.

“Silvermoon Tribunal, Golden Kingdom, do they really see this land as no man’s land? Humph, such arrogance,” Viscount Leiteman said.

Viscount Leiteman slammed his fist onto the table before him, shattering the solid marble surface, as thunder rumbled within him and tiny sparks of electricity flickered in his beard.

His clansman dared not speak, only humbly bowing his head.