This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 193 - 180 Let Me Monger Have No Place to be

Chapter 193: Chapter 180: Let Me, Monger, Have No Place to be Buried

Chapter 193 -180: Let Me, Monger, Have No Place to be Buried

Faced with the furious onslaught of Airel, Amberser subconsciously wanted to open his personal space and let Aige out to fight unrivaled.

But hearing her words, Amberser realized that his identity had not been exposed, and if he acted now, he would enter a state of war, which would make searching for the Divine Artifact troublesome.

Seeing Airel’s hammer about to strike down, Amberser quickly wrapped himself in a Mage Shield, a spell known by all spellcasters, so he wasn’t worried about giving himself away.

Lightning burst forth, crackling his Mage Shield with a web of fractures.

Amberser was startled. Was this girl really that fierce? Even without the blessings of the Golden Throne, she shouldn’t be able to shatter his Mage Shield with a casual strike, right?

Airel was even more surprised than Amberser. In her mind, Monger Greyriver would have been dead or severely injured after taking such a blow; such was the ferocity of a follower of the Lord of the Storm.

Yet this coward managed to block it with just a Mage Shield?

Something was off— he had concealed his strength!

But Airel was not about to let it go; following the failure of her hammer strike, the lightning around her grew even more intense.

With the acceleration from the thunder, her speed doubled from before.

“Acceleration Spell? No, it’s a similar effect!”

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The hammer swung into a whirlwind, instantly shattering Amberser’s Mage Shield.

If Amberser hadn’t promptly executed a Traceless Step and teleported dozens of meters away, he would have been hammered several times.

Whether he would be injured or not was one thing, but the strike could very likely have broken the effect of his transformation spell, exposing him.

Seeing Amberser escape, Airel shouted in surprise, “You old codger had hidden your strength!”

Amberser: …

“No matter, hiding your strength is useless. Let’s see where you can run!” Airel roared and then leaped towards him.

A distance of several dozen meters was crossed in a single bound, a frightening display of agility.

Wrapped in dancing electricity, Airel struck down like a falling meteor, smashing the ground around her, leaving large patches of scorched earth with the spreading lightning.

Amberser could only teleport again to dodge this thunderous attack, but this time, he smartly chose to appear in the most crowded area.

Airel wanted to pursue her victory but saw that there were only commoners around Amberser, and could only grit her teeth and exclaim, “Coward! Don’t you dare to duel me!”

Truly a devotee of the Lord of the Storm— her ferocity was even more fearsome than that of an Orc in rage.

Amberser had no desire to fight her. He just wanted to find an opportunity to search for the Divine Artifact. Why was the Princess fighting him, anyway? Amberser tried hard to recall Monger Greyriver’s memories.

Even though he could dissect a soul thread by thread, Amberser was still just an onlooker, and there wasn’t much he could remember from a cursory glance. This Princess Airel… seemed to be part of the surrender faction?

No, that wasn’t right— Monger Greyriver’s perspective was a bit skewed. Princess Airel just had a political disagreement with him; it was too simplistic to chalk her up as a member of the surrender faction. Which surrenderer would be so fierce as to strike anyone she saw with a hammer?

Amberser thought quickly, then said to the Furious Airel, “Let’s talk it out if you have an issue. Fighting here will only harm the citizens of the kingdom.”

“You have the nerve to say that?! Look who’s been rounding up the common folk to enslave them for labor!”

Although enraged, Airel actually did reduce the lightning around her, showing that the Princess truly cared about the common people.

Amberser tried to recall memories related to Monger Greyriver, attempting to respond, “If your Highness is dissatisfied, just let them leave. I’ll find someone else for the project.”

Airel snorted disdainfully, “Heh, you think I’m a fool? If you can capture them once, you’ll do it again. The moment I’m not watching, you’ll continue with such cruel and inhumane acts!”

“How about you do it then!” Amberser said decisively.

Airel paused, then asked with confusion, “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is, since Your Highness doesn’t trust me, why don’t you take over the project yourself? That would settle it, right?”

Amberser just wanted to quickly get rid of this woman. If she took over the project, all the better; he could simply start digging tunnels somewhere else.

Monger Greyriver had gone home to weep behind closed doors after being humiliated by Princess Airel in public—an excuse that he could use perfectly now, without worrying about anyone checking his identity.

Airel seemed to be baffled by Amberser’s tactic of shirking responsibility. Why had this man suddenly decided to pass the buck?

Amberser, however, didn’t want to give her time to think and said sarcastically, “Oh, the noble and compassionate Princess Airel, since you’re unwilling to have me use commoners to build the Magic Array, then please handle this matter yourself. I, as a brutal and incapable person, might as well go home and sleep.”

After saying this, Amberser turned around and left, ready to find a spot to dig down once he was away from this area, calculating the angle to tunnel back under the Magic Array.

But Airel sneered, “Don’t you try to push this responsibility onto me, it was you who decided to wage war against those Undead. I have said from the beginning that this is unnecessary and a waste of our kingdom’s strength.”

Wow, this princess isn’t stupid, and she has a temperament that even the Lord of the Storm would admire, to receive his blessing?

From the exchange just now, Amberser had figured out that she was a Storm Priestess who had truly received a blessing of Legendary Rank, capable of blasting this plaza into ruins with her powers. But how could such a calm princess, who cared for the common people, have earned the blessing of the Lord of the Storm?

This cruel Deity would rather torment people every day, when did he ever show mercy?

The only reason Amberser could think of was that a thousand years ago, during the divine wars, the Lord of the Storm was severely beaten by the Lord of the Dawn, and maybe wanted to learn from the Lord of the Dawn’s approach. So he showcased this princess with a fiery temper but a good heart towards the commoners as a role model.

But now the question was, with the princess being so obstinate, what should be done?

This time, it was Airel’s turn to provoke.

“What’s the matter, without torturing commoners, you’re not capable of carrying out your military plans? Monger Greyriver, I’ve always looked down on you, but I never thought you could be this useless.”

Amberser really wanted to roll his eyes. What a mess, Monger Greyriver really was unlucky. According to the customs of the Children of the Storm, rank didn’t matter; if you could engage in a fair duel with them, even a King must show you due respect.

Unfortunately, Monger Greyriver, the hawkish military leader, couldn’t beat the dovish princess and didn’t even dare to step onto the dueling ground, which led to being scolded without the ability to retort.

However, Amberser quickly realized that Monger Greyriver’s misfortune had nothing to do with him.

Amberser suddenly showed an expression of shame and sorrow, and said to Airel, “Right, you are correct, Your Highness. I truly am a useless waste. The only achievement I can claim in this life is having killed a few Undead.”

The mocking expression on Airel’s face contorted in confusion as she said, “You… you’re being sarcastic… aren’t you?”

Amberser resumed his act, “How could I be? What I say comes from the bottom of my heart. In fact, I know everything I’ve done is wrong; otherwise, why haven’t I been able to break through to Legendary Rank after all these years? The Deity’s blessing upon you has already said it all; it’s just that I was blinded by power and could never face my own mistakes. Your Highness, you are the true pillar of our country, while I’m just a little jester coveting power.”

Airel, having lived in the Fury Tide Kingdom for so many years, had never seen any high-ranking official in the kingdom willing to admit their mistakes.

In this land, you can lose, but sometimes you really can’t admit to being wrong, as it gives off a weak image which is more contemptible than making a mistake.

Monger Greyriver was about as high as one could get in the military command of the Fury Tide Kingdom. His sudden admission of fault left Airel at a loss for how to respond.

Airel had come prepared to fall out with Monger Greyriver, but he suddenly admitted his wrongs, leaving her at a loss for words and only managing to stutter, “You… I… there’s really no need to be so harsh… ”

Amberser spoke loudly, “No, it’s exactly that serious. My arrogance and foolishness have wasted too much of the country’s resources, I am a sinner of the nation.

“Princess, you are right, this Magic Array can only be completed on time by exploiting the commoners. But after it’s done, what’s the point even if it can eliminate those Undead? Compared to our whole kingdom, how much are the goods occasionally stolen by the Undead really worth? Such wasteful behavior is merely for the sake of appearance and benefits the kingdom not at all.”

Airel was touched, at last someone understood her thoughts, the only kindred spirit in the entire kingdom.

Although this guy was annoying before, she didn’t expect to see the day he would wake up to his senses.

Amberser continued loudly, “Princess, let me make up for my own mistakes. Everyone, listen up, we won’t be building this Magic Array. Go back to your lives. All the injured commoners should get free treatment, and for the work missed today, I, Monger Greyriver, will compensate for it all!”

After a moment of silence, the commoners burst into cheers.

Even Airel couldn’t help but look at Amberser with admiring eyes, surprised at how quickly and thoroughly he had repented and stopped the work directly.

Airel said to Amberser, “But, about my father, the King…”

Amberser continued to bluff, “All the guilt shall be on me, Your Highness, please rest assured, I will stake my life to quell this war.”

“Quell the war? You want to negotiate with those Undead? Do you have a way to communicate with them?” Airel said, astonished.

Amberser nodded, “After having fought with them for so long, I can always send a message. If I couldn’t even do that, how could I have located their position to set up an ambush previously? Rest assured, Your Highness, I will make every effort to negotiate with the Silent Night Pirate Group, but I will need you to help mitigate some of the pressure from His Majesty.

“Give me three days, I will surely have results! And if I can’t manage it, let Monger Greyriver die with no place to lay his corpse, and let my body be devoured by schools of fish!”

Amberser spoke with such conviction that even Airel was impressed.

The oath was a heavy one, and it seemed this man was truly determined to reform.

Although the change was quite drastic, Airel had no doubt since the people of the Fury Tide Kingdom were always forthright.

Airel raised her hammer, swearing with the crackling electricity, “Rest assured, I guarantee you three days, and my father won’t trouble you. Whatever you plan to do, go ahead with courage!”