This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 192 - 179 Where Does Destiny Point

Chapter 192: Chapter 179 Where Does Destiny Point

Chapter 192 -179 Where Does Destiny Point

Fate is not to be questioned.

Thus, once you wield this power, no matter the outcome, you must accept it. And you cannot ask a second time, let alone inquire further details.

This is a mark of respect to fate.

Amberser invoked the power of fate, letting the withered leaf guide his course; if the leaf fell upon a person, that person was the answer. There could be no second attempt to seek out the person’s relation to the Divine Artifact.

Are you dissatisfied with the previous response? Haven’t you already been told all that could be? Do you not trust me?

The feeling was roughly the same: dare to divine the same issue twice, and fate would surely grant you an answer you’d never forget.

Hence, without hesitation, Amberser chose the most straightforward method—abduction was the way to go.

“Captain, you cover me here. I’ll go and fetch him back.”

Amberser wrapped himself in a High-Level Invisibility Spell and then crept toward the center of the grounds.

At this moment, Monger Greyriver stood in the square, personally overseeing the slaves at work.

Recently, his luck had been atrocious; a well-planned ambush had turned into a complete rout, and subsequently, under threat from Airel, he was forced to change his stance, almost angering the King.

Now, he had no choice but to personally supervise the Fury Tide Legion’s war preparations.

The Storm Priests of the Fury Tide Legion needed to pray on a specially constructed Magic Array, imprinting the power of Divine Arts onto themselves so that they could cast spells directly during battle without any preparation.

This Magic Array required a vast area, which made it impossible to install aboard ships.

Moreover, it was a one-time use array; to achieve the effect of stored spells, it needed to be reconstructed.

With so many limitations, the result was that the power of this magic was terrifying, enough to obliterate an entire city with one strike.

It was the ace in the hole for the Fury Tide Kingdom, and Monger Greyriver dared not slack off even a little.

Monger Greyriver brushed off the sudden withered leaf atop his head and then let out a roar: “Damn it, you lowlifes, work harder! Don’t even think about slacking off!”

The overseers then exerted themselves, swinging their whips and lashing the slaves, compelling them to speed up their work.

Blood splattered everywhere, and wails of pain rose, seemingly increasing efficiency a bit.

Just as Monger Greyriver nodded in satisfaction, he suddenly heard a thunderous boom from the sky.

Everyone couldn’t help but look up, only to see a huge fireball explode into a rain of fire, beginning to fall slowly.

“What is this? Fireball Technique? Doesn’t look like it.”

Monger Greyriver was still puzzling over who would cast such magic skyward when he suddenly felt a tremendous force on his waist, as if his spine were about to be shattered. Caught entirely off guard, Monger Greyriver fell to the right.

Before he could cry out loudly, a portal appeared in front of Monger Greyriver, and he tumbled headfirst into it.

Before the portal closed, Monger Greyriver saw someone who looked exactly like him standing at the entrance, even offering him a smile.

“Damn it! He’s trying to…”

The portal closed, and Monger Greyriver’s consciousness froze as he entered a state of Time Freeze, incapacitated from thought.

Amberser stood where Monger Greyriver had just been, now transformed into Monger’s likeness using Shapeshifting.

The high-altitude explosion had, of course, been his doing—a delayed detonation fireball meant to draw everyone’s attention. While they were distracted, Amberser took the opportunity to kick Monger Greyriver into a private space, then assumed his identity.

If he had been just a Mage, such a maneuver would have been difficult, and it would have been hard to execute a seamless switch without leaving any trace.

But as a Legendary Ranger, he possessed exceptional agility, his kick was perfectly aimed, and he transitioned from invisibility to shapeshifting in one smooth process.

By the time the crowd, still filled with uncertainty, looked away, Amberser had already perfectly taken Monger Greyriver’s place.

All that remained was to find any excuse to leave, interrogate the bearded man thoroughly once he was away, and who knows, the Divine Artifact might well be hidden in his home.

“All of you, get back to work properly.”

Mimicking Monger Greyriver’s tone, Amberser instructed them and then strode away from the square.

Although some foremen found it strange, wondering why the man in charge had abruptly left when he said he would oversee until completion, in the end, none dared to question him.

In their minds, many thought that such high-ranking individuals were likely just paying lip service, putting on a show for a while, and now that it was over, they had left. After all, who would want to burn under this scorching sun?

In this manner, Amberser successfully kidnapped the target and vanished back into the shadows.

After rendezvousing with Aige, Amberser opened his private space, and the two of them hid inside, ensuring they were untraceable.

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Upon seeing the captive frozen in time, Aige exclaimed in surprise, “Your space… it’s not right. Even a Legendary Mage couldn’t create a space with adjustable time. This is practically a miniature Divine Realm.”

A typical Legendary Mage can create a private space, but not as vast as this, nor could they freely adjust time within it.

Aige had just entered when she felt the force of time contained within the space, something even she, a demigod, could not resist.

Amberser did not hide the truth, admitting frankly, “I acquired it through a Wishing Spell—it does have a bit of a Divine Realm feel to it, but falls far short of a real Divine Realm. Alright, Captain, feel free to do as you like, let’s take a look at this person’s memories.”

Amberser waved his hand to release Monger Greyriver from the Time Freeze.

The first thing Monger Greyriver did upon regaining his senses was attempt to cast a spell, determined to fight for his life against his kidnapper.

However, he never got the chance to make a move, as Amberser’s Aura of Fear scattered the magic he was gathering, leaving Monger Greyriver trembling with fright, his legs giving out as he collapsed to the ground.

Amberser said to Monger Greyriver, “Calm down, sir. I just have a few questions I’d like to ask you.”

“You you… who are you?” Monger Greyriver’s teeth chattered as he spoke.

“Why do all captives like to ask such pointless questions? Who cares who I am? Is it your place to ask questions?”

Raising three fingers, Amberser said to Monger Greyriver, “I’m only going to ask three questions, and my patience will only last that long. First question, do you possess a Divine Artifact?”

Monger Greyriver hurriedly responded, “What Divine Artifact? Our Fury Tide Kingdom doesn’t have any Divine Artifacts, how could I possibly have one?”

Only equipment enchanted with the omnipotence of the deities could be called a Divine Artifact; such objects were extremely rare. The Lord of the Storm suffered a heavy loss in the war a thousand years ago and had no time to bestow Divine Artifacts to his followers.

“Second question, when this city was established, were there any special legends, like the discovery of a unique seal or traces of Ancient Magic?”

Once again, Monger Greyriver shook his head and said, “I haven’t heard anything like that, really, I haven’t.”

“Last question, regarding the Elf Tribe’s seal on the island of the Time Dragon Relic, have you truly never heard of it, not even the slightest rumor?”

The tone in Amberser’s voice cooled—could this person truly know nothing?

Monger Greyriver, perhaps picking up on Amberser’s impatience, quickly said, “I know, I do know about the Elf legend, I read about it in a book…”

But before Monger Greyriver could finish his sentence, a crimson light burst from Amberser’s fingertips, striking his body.

The scarlet energy, with its potent corrosive effect, instantly reduced his body to ashes.

Amberser reached out into the ashes, capturing his soul.

This was yet another person who was not so devout to the deities, otherwise, his soul would have ascended to the Divine Realm instead of being caught in Amberser’s hand.

Aige asked curiously, “What’s going on? Didn’t he say he knew something?”

“He was merely lying to buy time,” Amberser said. “Lying to a Diviner Mage, now that was a foolish choice.”

Amberser skillfully peeled apart Monger Greyriver’s soul like unraveling thread, meticulously reading each segment of memory, yet in the end, it was all to no avail.

This Monger Greyriver truly knew nothing of any information related to Divine Artifacts, nor had any related legends been passed down.

“The trail has gone cold—this shouldn’t be. Destiny pointed me in this direction.”

Amberser began to doubt. Perhaps the withered leaf was not pointing to this man, but to the place where he stood. Could it be that digging down was the way to find the Divine Artifact?

That seemed pretty reasonable. Amberser hastily said to Aige, “Captain, perhaps I have misunderstood. The withered leaf may not indicate a person, but a location. I’ll go back and dig. Why don’t you rest here for a while?”

Hiding Aige in the private space to release this demigod for help in times of danger was the safest method.

Aige agreed quite naturally. Although this makeshift Divine Realm had a restraining effect on her, she trusted the head of the Elegy Poetry Society; as a member herself, Amberser would not harm her.

After leaving the private space, Amberser transformed back into Monger Greyriver and returned to the plaza.

He arrived at the original spot, a slightly raised platform at the center of the plaza. Amberser’s coming and going as he pleased still prompted no objections from anyone.

Amberser walked a full circle on the spot, finding the ground to be solid rock that would surely make a loud noise if dug into.

If there were no people around, it might be possible to try using a spell to conceal the digging.

But there was some sort of construction project happening in the plaza, with hundreds of people working there; going unnoticed would be incredibly difficult.

Moreover, Amberser had no idea how deep he would need to dig to find the Divine Artifact hidden underground.

It was just like the Elf Tribe to leave no clues when they buried the Divine Artifact, never intending for it to be found.

Amberser was contemplating whether to dismiss these people and start digging when he saw a woman with long red hair, clad in Chained Armor, rushing towards him, her thunderous light growing brighter as she neared.

Amberser recognized the woman; he had seen her in Monger Greyriver’s memories—she was Airel, the Princess of the Fury Tide Kingdom. But what was with her aggressive approach?

Airel’s whole body sparked with thunderous light. The Princess, wielding a hammer, bellowed at Amberser saying, “Monger Greyriver! You damned swine, you promised to release the ports, who gave you the authority to seize these fisherman to toil as laborers!”