This Lich Requests More Remuneration

Chapter 123: Chapter 115: The Spoils Sharing Conference Chapter 123: Chapter 115: The Spoils Sharing Conference The Elf Tribe’s biggest mistake was using prophecy on Amberser.

Not only did it alert Amberser to their little tricks, but more importantly, Queen Katherin infused her own magic into the Wheel of Fate to stop him.

For a mage skilled in prophecy, this was basically like stripping naked and delivering oneself to the enemy.

Using Queen Katherin’s magic as an anchor, Amberser could easily “see” everything in the past, as it was unchangeable, thus simpler to view than predicting the future.

“Magic addiction, they’ve even come up with this mess, the Elf Tribe is truly courting death.”

Amberser couldn’t understand why the Elf Tribe would engage in actions that led to their own extinction, just like a child born to the world’s richest man. You should just be a spoiled heir, enjoy and spend your money; it would take a hundred years to squander such a fortune. But no, this incompetent heir wanted to take the family business to new heights… The result was blowing through a fortune even drugs couldn’t exhaust in just a few years.

Queen Katherin’s move was similar, the Elf Tribe was already the continent’s top nobility, with looks, status, history, and military power.

At such a time, you should be focusing on philosophy, arts, mathematics, and those kinds of scientific and humanistic advancements. What’s the point of boosting your military strength?

No wonder the Elven Gods didn’t care at all about this. If Amberser were an Elf God, he would have wished he could slap some sense into these lunatics.

With this intelligence, Amberser knew he needed to adjust his attitude towards the Elves.

Amberser exclaimed loudly in the Elegy Poetry Society: “The Elf Tribe has really bitten off more than they can chew this time. I’ll DM you guys, friends, the Silvermoon Tribunal is now a piece of meat, let’s discuss how to divide it.”]

[Withered Rose: Just saw your DM, this… I can’t believe it. I remember Queen Katherin of the Elves wasn’t this impulsive. How did it come to such an uncontrollable point?]

[Headless Knight’s Crown: Indeed frightening. The survival of an entire race, and they’ve created such a huge scenario. The Laine Empire had better learn from this quickly.]

[Pale Little Skeleton: I heard this Elf Queen isn’t married, probably because there’s no one to discuss with, nor someone to stop her at crucial moments. Women, once they want to prove they’re stronger than men, can easily go to extremes.]

[Dislikes Humans: Wait, what are you all discussing? DM me, why is no one private messaging me?]

[Diga Ultraman: You’re from the Desert Dwarves’ side; telling you is like informing the Desert Dwarves. I’m currently the middleman on both sides, got to keep things even.]

[Dislikes Humans: Even? You took how many Gold Coins from me, and the Elf Tribe didn’t even send you a female slave, and now you talk about being even? Have you been enchanted by the beauty of the Elf Queen!?]

[Withered Rose: Not every Undead craves food.]

[Diga Ultraman: True, I despise perverts who get hot for food.]

[Headless Knight’s Crown: True, I despise perverts who get hot for food.]

…

[Dislikes Humans: This is slander, I’m not, I didn’t! I am an upright Vampire, I’ve never lusted after food!]

[Headless Knight’s Crown: Upright? I saw with my own eyes how you kissed a Dwarf woman, and then you were put on the stake!]

[Dislikes Humans: That was my lover before I became a Vampire! Does a pre-vampire romance count as perversion?!]

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After some commotion, the topic finally returned to the main issue.

The Elf Tribe was doomed, and their attack on Alchemy City was merely to delay their collapse, so the Elf Tribe’s real goals were twofold.

To use the war to cull those suffering from magic addiction, and using Alchemy City’s complete alchemy system along with the plundered resources, rapidly produce a large amount of Magic Potions to alleviate the effects of magic addiction outbreaks.

How to take advantage of the weakness of magic addiction to gain the greatest benefit, this is not a problem Amberser can solve alone.

Ultimately, a single Legendary figure is still too insignificant for the Silvermoon Tribunal as a whole.

Even if the Elf Tribe opened their vaults for Amberser to plunder, how much could he really take?

At best, he could fill his personal space, which would only amount to a few billion Gold Coins, and for the Silvermoon Tribunal, this would only be considered a bad debt.

If it’s about the survival of the entire Elf Tribe, with tremendous benefits at stake, Amberser can’t swallow it all by himself, and it would be easy to enrage the Elf Tribe to the point of a desperate fight. If the Elf Tribe really went all out to hunt down Amberser, his only option would be to run away.

So from the start, he deceived Katherin, claiming it was “a show of sincerity for negotiations,” when in reality, he was just buying time, seeking an opportunity to maximize his gains.

The only ones who could digest this benefit were the Elegy Poetry Society.

Withered Rose was the first partner Amberser thought of, the Queen of Gloomyland was an existence that could sit on an equal footing with Queen Katherin of the Elves, and she also had enough appetite to swallow this benefit.

[Diga Ultraman: Lady Rose, how much benefit do you think we should obtain from the Elf Tribe?]

Withered Rose looked at the word “we” and began to feel odd again.

When Amberser said “we” last time, she thought he was using her as a shield to confront the Elf Tribe. In just a few days, this “we” meant that Amberser had brought an immense benefit right to her doorstep.

Changing from a minor character seeking protection to a big shot who gave her a kingdom… The change was too rapid for Withered Rose to comprehend.

But it seemed she could confirm one thing: this Lich was sincere.

From the moment he sent her the Life Casket, up until now, when he gave the Elf Tribe to her, his intentions were clear, with no need for further doubt.

This even caused Withered Rose to feel a bit guilty, because up to now, she had been unable to generate a similar affection, and despite reading many research works on vampires, she had not been able to foster the same feelings. Anyway, Withered Rose wouldn’t give her entire underground kingdom to Amberser, something that was absolutely impossible.

Reason told Withered Rose that such unilaterally given affection was very fragile and would often collapse in an instant, unlike the Bone Dragon couple that would quarrel and reconcile every day.

Although not out of love, Withered Rose still hoped to maintain a good relationship with Amberser, so she took the initiative to say, “Whatever benefits we get from the elves, they belong to us together.”

Amberser was delighted when he saw this response; indeed, he had not chosen the wrong ally. The Rose Queen was truly generous and understanding, the perfect partner.

[Pale Little Skeleton: You two, don’t rush to show affection, talking as if you’ve already concluded everything. The Elf Tribe is currently facing an existential crisis, and they will drag down anyone in their way with them. You want benefits, but on the premise that you help the Elf Tribe solve their problem, right? Otherwise, why should they offer you benefits?]

Show affection?

Amberser couldn’t help but feel emotional when he saw this comment; Miss Bone Dragon was truly love-struck, fantasizing about love in anything she saw. Besides their peculiar undead duo, who else had the heart for love?

Yet, Miss Bone Dragon wasn’t wrong. If they couldn’t solve the addiction to magic, the Elf Tribe wouldn’t talk about benefits. Either way, they were doomed, and they would choose to perish spectacularly, seeking to take others down with them before they died, rather than pursue collaboration.

All benefits hinged on Amberser being able to provide a solution for the addiction to magic; without it, knowing this secret was meaningless.

Amberser confidently replied, [Don’t worry, I have a preliminary idea on the problem with the Elf Tribe. Give me some time, and I should be able to resolve it.]

[Pale Little Skeleton: Really? The Elf Tribe has searched for years and couldn’t find a solution. You’ve just learned about it and already have an idea?]

Amberser didn’t go into detail, for it was simply a hunch of his.

When you stop struggling and are willing to accept the fetters of fate, you also accept the gifts it bestows upon you.

Amberser’s intuition was now exceptionally strong; immediately after learning about the Elf Tribe’s addiction to magic, he had already thought of an approach to solve the problem. Although it was a vague idea, he felt he must be right.

It was uncertain how much time it would take, but it should not be too long.

Magic is, in fact, a form of specialized science, and the problems that have baffled people for years may well be solved by a genius overnight — that is the power of inspiration.

And Amberser was now in a state of nearly endless inspiration, especially suited for scientific research.

[Dislikes Humans: Although I don’t know what you’re talking about, when it comes to dividing benefits, can you include the Desert Dwarves? I, an intermediary, would also like to earn a bit.]

[Pale Little Skeleton: Right, right, right, don’t think just because we of the Dragon Race are far overseas, there isn’t much we like in the Silvermoon Tribunal.]

The members of the Elegy Poetry Society started discussing how much they could extract from the Elf Tribe and how they would divide the spoils specifically.

Amberser watched for a while, excited just by the thought, but he did not participate in such discussions, for he lacked the perspective.

The three participants were discussing from the viewpoints of the Golden Kingdom, the Dragon Race, and the Undead Empire, and Amberser, without any experience in running a country, would only seem naive with his contributions. Since all three parties depended on him, they would naturally provide Amberser with ample benefits once they agreed.

That was the advantage of having control over information and technology; one never had to worry about being sidelined by these powerful forces.

Exiting the discussion, Amberser went to his library, from those dust-covered books he picked out one — “Nocturnal Singer, Dark Goddess Shael.”

Shael was one of the first goddesses born from the primordial chaos after Aeo created the world, one of the oldest deities. Many subsequent gods and goddesses’ origins, including the Magic Goddess, were closely related to Shael.

And speaking of the Magic Goddess, one could not evade a topic that both endeared and exasperated all spellcasters — the Magic Web.