This Lich Requests More Remuneration

Chapter 94 - 94 91 The Storm Picks Up_2

?Chapter 94: Chapter 91 The Storm Picks Up_2 Chapter 94: Chapter 91 The Storm Picks Up_2 He had only visited the Golden Kingdom once or twice in his lifetime and wasn’t very familiar with it, only starting to inquire about which countries did not discriminate against the Undead after he was reborn as a Lich.

[Unfond of Humans: Rookie, keep it up. Let’s see another ruler like the Rose Queen rise from the Elegy Poetry Society. Don’t miss out on such a great place as Alchemy City!]

[Diga Ultraman: I understand. By the way, when will the Gargoyles be sent over? Does that include shipping?]

[Unfond of Humans: Can I say that was just a polite remark?]

Before Amberser could retort, Withered Rose stepped in to help.

[Withered Rose: I don’t think so. Not keeping one’s word would bring shame to the Elegy Poetry Society’s name. Are you planning to insult me as well?]

[Unfond of Humans: No, no, no, Your Majesty, please don’t be angry. I did not mean that at all. It’s just Gargoyles after all, I will send you two of them.]

[Withered Rose: Two Gargoyles, you must be joking.]

[Unfond of Humans: Twenty then. That’s as many as I can spare!]

[Withered Rose: That’s more like it.]

Amberser, watching the Rose Queen secure twenty Gargoyles for him in just a few sentences, suddenly found this lady truly charming. Wealthy, generous, and imposing—fit for a queen.

However, the worth of Gargoyles mostly depends on the material. The cheap ones go for a thousand Gold Coins each, but if the material is particularly expensive, they can cost tens of thousands each.

After some thought, Amberser added, [Are they enchanted Obsidian Gargoyles? The cost is over twenty thousand Gold Coins each, that seems a bit too generous.]

The Dwarf Vampire was silent for a long time, probably offline preparing the Gargoyles.

Amberser felt very blessed. The friends in the Elegy Poetry Society were truly warm and caring.

Friends who would send such expensive gifts definitely wouldn’t harm him intentionally, so Amberser started to seriously consider their suggestion.

Becoming a ruler, though, was something Amberser wouldn’t consider. He knew his own habits well. He was more suited to be a research scholar; managing an empire would only torture him.

When a country isn’t yours, earning money means earning for yourself. When the country is yours, everything within it already belongs to you, so whom would you fleece? On the contrary, every time Amberser had to spend money, it felt like cutting flesh from his own body.

He wouldn’t last a day like that.

He needn’t think about national supremacy, but perhaps he could teach those Elves a lesson, showing them what the Wrath of the Lich really meant.

But what was the current situation in Alchemy City?

Only then did Amberser realize he had been so engrossed in his experiments that he had neglected these matters.

“That’s right, I’ve got a bunch of subjects who ran away. The Laine People won’t slaughter humans, so they probably fled to other territories.”

This was absolutely unacceptable. That was his property! It was fine to fleece others, but how could he allow others to take advantage of him?

Amberser decisively stepped out of his laboratory and headed outside the castle.

Determined, he flew directly towards the direction of the nearby territory.

…

The sudden disappearance of Alchemy City had a severe impact on the surrounding territories.

On the day the city rose into the air and then vanished, all the lords who received the news sent out their scouts to investigate.

After confirming that both the city and those lofty alchemists had disappeared, the lords understood that war was imminent.

The more conservative ones began strengthening their territory’s defenses; the more aggressive started attacking neighboring lands.

Population, money, food, and everything else of use.

An age of chaos was approaching, and all the lords, great and small, who once thrived under the protection of Alchemy City, now had to consider their own futures.

The weaker lords tried to form alliances, while the great lords were already studying maps to decide which territory to annex first.

In just three days, there had been over a dozen small-scale battles on the outskirts of the former Alchemy City, with fatalities already in the triple digits.

Adventurers, as if smelling an opportunity for commissions, began joining this chaotic game.

The Porcupine Knight was one of those enterprising lords. In these perilous times, he chose to seek alliances and to strike out at the same time.

The lords he had previously cooperated with to prosecute Amberser, and then to annex others’ territories, became natural allies.

Porcupine Knight formed alliances with them overnight, consolidating everyone’s power, and with the greatest speed, raided two small territories, connecting everyone’s lands into one continuous stretch and then began integrating resources and building defenses.

Interestingly, despite Amberser’s territory being nearby, these lords all instinctively avoided this terrifying place. Such a large castle, much better than the manors of the majority of lesser lords, not only was it easy to defend and hard to attack, but its location was also particularly good.

Nevertheless, Porcupine Knight painfully refrained, even though they had heard that the paladins had already purged the castle. He still dared not occupy it, at least not for now.

The horrific scene from that day had become a nightmare for him and several allies; he was absolutely not going to step foot into that cursed place unless it was absolutely necessary.

Looking at the crude map on the table, Porcupine Knight felt a headache coming on.

Although he had reacted quickly, forming an alliance with a few lords, and now was considered a larger force in the area, his troops were still too few. He had lost some men in the fight against the lich, and then a group were taken by the paladins, making it challenging to even maintain his holdings.

Porcupine Knight rubbed his head and muttered to himself, “If Harvey was still here, perhaps he could give me some advice.”

He hadn’t thought much of the mage apprentice before, hiring him as an adviser because he couldn’t afford other mages. But looking back, Harvey’s advice had always been correct; it was he who often did not listen.

“Anyone who can become a mage apprentice is surely wiser than me, why didn’t I trust him?”

Now he was filled with regret. If he could have a second chance, he would definitely take the advice of his mage consultant more seriously.

A gust of wind blew through the room, causing the candlelight to flicker. An anxious servant came in and reported, “My lord, there’s a mage asking to see you.”

Porcupine Knight quickly asked, “Is it Mage Harvey?”

The servant shook his head and said, “No, it’s not Mage Harvey. It’s a blond elf, and he’s with several companions; they seem to be an adventurer squad.”

“An elf? A pure-blood elf or a half-elf?” Porcupine Knight inquired.

The servant replied with difficulty, “This… I can’t really tell, but they all have pointy ears and blond hair, and they’re all quite beautiful.”

Porcupine Knight furrowed his brow, this didn’t sound like typical adventurers, a squad composed entirely of elves—why would they be here?