Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 522 - 477: Alchemy and the Assassin_2

"Montel’s legitimate heir to the throne died unexpectedly, and the reigning king is old and frail. (To bring down such a kingdom, do they even need you?)"

"I have knowledge, I can make magic potions for you. The poisoned arrow that Amlis used was crafted by me, he..."

"He was ordered to hunt me down... (But I am still very much alive.)"

"... You’ve seen my poison, right?"

"If you’re referring to that strange black arrow in the quiver. (He never even needed your help until his death.)"

In the glass bottle’s reflection, the towering Amitage raised another hand, one that held a dagger, its cold light hidden behind a black glove, drawing ever closer to his own body.

The dwarf began to scream hysterically.

"I can’t die yet! I still have my dreams to fulfill! I want to attain the highest crown of alchemy! I want to create the legendary Sage’s Stone!!!"

"Fine, I have your last words."

"Wait a moment! Amitage!!! I can help you!!! After the war, what will become of a legend like you? King-slayer! If you can kill the king of Montel, do you think the Zwei Royal Family will sleep peacefully!"

"..."

"You are a beast raised by the Zwei Kingdom, but you have become too ferocious! When you eliminate the obstacles for the kingdom, then you become the only obstacle!!! Do you think you will be hailed as a hero? Shadows only die in the shadows! In a few years, your family will receive a notice of your death, and the legend of Amitage will become just a brief note in a page of sordid history! What will your family think? Your parents weeping inconsolably, washing their faces with tears, cursing the war! Is all this worth it? I can help you! I can get you back to your family!"

"My parents are long dead, and my only brother has almost cut ties with me."

"..." Abdekad was choked by this terrible family situation, Amitage, he seemed so hopeless.

But I must live! I still have goals!

"I can make any magic potion you want! Spare my life, and even the Sage’s Stone, I will give it to you! Amitage!!!"

The blade was pressed against Abdekad’s neck, to no avail; all his struggles were in vain, and he could only shed tears of indignation, accepting this damn death.

"Two doses of a potion to feign death, that’s my trade with you, a personal deal. With my new life, I offer you a new life."

Abdekad broke down in tears, he took off that damn lens and, covering his twisted, ugly face, began to weep profusely.

"I agree, dammit, damn it all!!"

Amitage stood up again, retracting the blade and witnessing the dwarf’s sobbing, his expression remained cold and indifferent.

"Don’t even think of playing tricks, dwarf, even if I die, I have countless ways to kill you."

"I understand! Damn it, I understand!! Can’t you see I’m crying! This is too hard, I’ve had enough!!"

Amitage clapped his hands, and the black glove on the alchemist’s left hand was already smeared with unknown compounds.

"Two days from now, on Calan Street, there will be a caravan of pottery artisans leaving the city. If you are not in one of those jars..." Amitage’s tone was flat. "The army will raze Montel, and I will silence you permanently."

The conversation took a turn.

"After the cleanup, I’ll come find you, get the potion, and you’ll be free. You can go wherever you wish."

Abdekad’s eyes moved, "Fine, but I have a condition. I want to join you. Once you have faked your deaths and escaped, we can stick together."

The assassin stared at the ugly dwarf alchemist, a typical case of Stockholm syndrome.

"Even though my poison doesn’t affect you much, I’m also a celebrity on the battlefield. It’s not just you who will be purged, bastard. Staying near you is the safest for me, and I can also entrust you with assassination missions in the future, right? To be the sole financier of the legendary Amitage, heh heh heh..."

"Suit yourself..." Amitage drew back the curtain to reveal the pointed rooftop of another house.

"Damn it, the apprentice who was setting up the laboratory betrayed us. I knew there was a reason he gave up alchemy all of a sudden."

Amitage stepped onto the windowsill, "You’re not much stronger than he was..."

"Wait a moment!" The alchemist seemed to fall in love with the feeling, that of deathly interfering with the legendary assassin’s plans, yet not dying.

The alchemist extended a greasy palm.

"Barkin Matos, my real name. I am an exiled alchemist, from the mystical side. The damned Holy Light destroyed the organization behind me, and I could never find that exiled city. But I don’t have much time left, my research is even more critical. To know a legend, that would be a pleasant experience for the latter half of my life."

"Your real name, Amitage."

Amitage stared at the alchemist’s grinning face, perhaps this was a good start, the second person other than his temperamental boss, who had ever smiled at him... a friend. He didn’t touch the greasy hand.

"Ralph Butler. We’re going to Cassandra, my homeland."

Barkin chuckled.

"Ralph? What a dreadful name. Just hearing it, I can already guess what fate befalls those fools who face you. Amitage is indeed far more appealing."

"Do you think I care about the mockery of a lunatic who dreams of making the Sage’s Stone?"

"Hmm, one day, I’ll open your eyes, you brute."

...

"Barkin created the Sage’s Stone, he succeeded?" Silvette had drawn close to Ralph, her beautiful purple eyes filled with longing for the story, a legend, the young girl looked into the sheriff’s eyes, shining with something.