This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 203 - 189 Listening to the Founding Emperor Tell

Chapter 203: Chapter 189: Listening to the Founding Emperor Tell the Tales of the Past

Chapter 203 -189: Listening to the Founding Emperor Tell the Tales of the Past

The sea breeze was cool, a rare day of calm seas and favorable winds.

Case after case of Gold Coin was carried onto the plank, then placed into the skiff. A total of ten million Gold Coin, the “employment fee” for the first year.

Though it’s called an employment fee, it’s essentially tribute. But to make it sound better, the contract stipulated that the Silent Night Pirate Group, aside from not attacking any ships from the Fury Tide Kingdom, also had to offer help within their capacity. For example, in the event of a storm, if the Silent Night Pirates happened to be nearby, they were obligated to rescue those in need.

That “happened to be” was merely a fig leaf.

The Fury Tide Kingdom was well aware that the Silent Night Pirates were unlikely to lend aid, so if they didn’t help, it was as if they “just happened” to not be nearby. But with this clause, the ten million Gold Coin became an escort fee rather than a war indemnity.

One skiff after another, laden with Gold Coin, drifted towards the center of the sea, where a massive whirlpool awaited, the designated spot for the transaction.

As all the skiffs loaded with Gold Coin were swallowed by the whirlpool, Airel approached Amberser and asked, “Now, shall we head directly to the Emerald Dream Forest?”

Amberser struggled to maintain composure. Although the Gold Coin thrown away could still be reclaimed from Aige’s hands, according to his plan he was supposed to take the Gold Coin and make a run for it.

Who would have thought that the King of the Fury Tide would have Airel accompany Amberser on the mission to the Emerald Dream Forest.

The reasoning was something Amberser could not refute.

“Monger, it’s not that I underestimate you, but although you’re clever, your strength is truly too feeble. Having Airel by your side, at least you’ll be protected,” the King said.

Damned Monger Greyriver, as a man who worships the Lord of the Storm, you’re too much of a waste.

Amberser cursed the deceased in his heart dozens of times and had to agree to the plan.

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He couldn’t refuse. If he were to flee on the spot, the Fury Tide Kingdom might realize they were duped and the situation with the Silent Night Pirate Group could deteriorate immediately. What about the millions of Gold Coin a year? How could Amberser bear to give that up?

The plan was to stage a story where Monger Greyriver would be killed by an assassin sent by the Laine Empire in the Emerald Dream Forest, even leaving no body behind, allowing himself to retire in success. After all, the Fury Tide Kingdom and Laine were eternal enemies; a few more deaths wouldn’t matter.

But with Airel coming along, Amberser had to think of another plan.

Deceiving a Legendary wasn’t easy, and framing Laine was even more difficult.

Amberser told Airel, “Princess, please take the helm on our journey to the Emerald Dream Forest. I’m utterly exhausted and need to rest.”

Airel nodded and said, “Rest well. You truly are tired. I’ll order the servants not to disturb you.”

Amberser hurriedly walked into the cabin and entered his own room.

The Fury Tide Kingdom formally dispatched an envoy to the Emerald Dream Forest. As such, the ship was quite luxurious, and Amberser’s room was large and spacious, not at all cramped.

Amberser cautiously examined every corner of the room to ensure there were no surveillance devices. After casting several layers of enchantment to isolate sound and aura, he finally felt secure enough to take out the Hourglass Artifact.

Aige had handed the Divine Artifact to Amberser without hesitation, not because it wasn’t precious but because Aige knew from the start it was of no use to him.

Amberser felt the same. This was an artifact of the Dragon Race, even usable only by the Time Dragon. No matter how much magical power Amberser infused, the hourglass showed no response.

On the contrary, Arthur Laine, the Heroic Spirit who served as the spirit of the Divine Artifact, had managed to recover some strength and rematerialized after resting for much of the day.

However, compared to earlier, the ethereal human figure before him now seemed so fragile it could be dispersed with a single breath.

Seeing Amberser create barriers with such formality, Arthur Laine was not concerned for his own safety but instead asked curiously, “Has the Tyrant truly died?”

“I told you before and you didn’t believe me, so why do you believe now?” Amberser asked, puzzled.

Arthur Laine casually took a seat opposite Amberser and explained, “Because this Divine Artifact has left its seal. Normally the Tyrant would appear immediately to take it back, but it’s been half a day with no sign, so maybe what you said is true.”

Amberser had never seen the might of the Magic Dragon Tyrant, nor did he know whether Arthur Laine’s words were true or false, but he trusted that Arthur wouldn’t joke about a secret he had been guarding for seventeen hundred years.

“Emperor Laine, the Magic Dragon Tyrant is indeed dead. Even his body has been turned into a heritage Divine Artifact for the Laine Empire. So rest assured, your duty was completed long ago. Next, I need the power of the Divine Artifact to save someone. I’ll be counting on your help then,” Amberser said.

The reason Amberser was so polite was that Arthur Laine’s Heroic Spirit had merged perfectly with the artifact, and it was not possible to destroy the spirit without completely destroying the artifact. If Arthur interfered while he was trying to save someone, that would be problematic.

But business was business, and agreements could be made. Amberser had dealt with Paladins before, so he believed he could reach an understanding with the Heroic Spirit Emperor.

Arthur Laine remained silent for a while, then suddenly asked Amberser, “Got any wine?”

But as soon as he finished speaking, Arthur Laine chuckled bitterly, “Look at me, starting to talk nonsense. A dead man can’t drink.”

Amberser didn’t say a word but pulled out a small wine bottle from his personal space, filled with ink-black liquid.