This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 153 - 140 Searching for a Buyer
Chapter 153: Chapter 140 Searching for a Buyer
Chapter 153 -140 Searching for a Buyer
Geronimo awoke amidst severe headaches.
When he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling and a pale, terrifying skeleton head.
“You’re awake?”
The voice of Amberser brought Geronimo back to reality, and he tried to struggle frantically, only to find his body firmly bound by many glowing magic ropes.
“Don’t move, or you’ll only suffer more.”
Geronimo was unwilling to listen and continued to struggle forcefully, but the ropes only tightened, causing his bones to creak alarmingly.
Geronimo felt pain all over his body and couldn’t help but scream in agony.
Then he realized that he had reverted to a powerless young human.
“How can this be? My power! What have you done to me?!” Geronimo yelled loudly.
He had already transformed into a dragon, no longer a fragile human, so why had he suddenly become as weak as an ant again?
Amberser spoke indifferently, “Recognize your status, brat. Since when does a captive have the right to ask questions? Now it’s my time to ask. Oh, and just to remind you, I am a Lich, with torturing tricks numerous enough to fill a book. I hope you won’t waste both of our time. If you remain stubborn, I’ll be forced to extract your soul to check your memories, which would be rather unpleasant.”
Amberser’s words filled Geronimo with humiliation. Not long ago, he was a giant dragon soaring through the skies, and now he had become a Lich’s experiment.
No, wait. A Lich?
Geronimo stared at Amberser in shock. Could this be the same Lich from before?
After consuming Hoffman Ironfist, Geronimo’s memory became hazy; he had been in a state of mental disarray at that time and couldn’t recall what had happened.
How had he been captured by this Lich?
After all these twists and turns, he had ended up in the hands of this Lich after all. Was this fate?
This bizarre sense of destiny shattered Geronimo’s will. It seemed that no matter how much he had suffered and struggled, the ending was the same. If that was the case, he would have been better off dying at the hands of this Lich from the start; at least that would have spared him the subsequent ordeal.
“Ask whatever you want to ask, then, just make it quick,” Geronimo said indifferently.
Amberser watched the boy go from agitation to despair, losing the will to live in mere seconds.
Such an extreme swing of emotions… So the kids in this world also go through an adolescent phase, he thought.
Amberser wasn’t particularly concerned about the mental health of teenagers, but he was curious about what the boy had encountered to be able to transform into a giant dragon.
Moreover, Amberser faintly felt that his fate was entangled with the boy’s, albeit not clearly, but the boy’s transformation into a giant dragon seemed to have something to do with him.
Amberser carefully inquired about Geronimo’s process of turning into a dragon and was slightly shaken by his spectacular life story.
From a remnant of an ancient civilization to a serf, from a serf to a Paladin candidate, then abandoned on the battlefield, later betraying the Holy Light to become a follower of the Hell Lords, and finally transforming into a dragon.
Such a short lifespan, such a turbulent life, was indeed preposterous.
No wonder this person’s fate was intertwined with Amberser’s own, as most of his experiences were related to him.
Amberser said to Geronimo, “So it seems, the memories of the ancient Dragon Worship Sect, along with the blessings of the Evil Dragon Goddess, and a large amount of flesh as nourishment, turned you into a dragon. Although it’s false Legendary Power, nonetheless, your Legendary Grace is related to devouring flesh, right?”
“I cannot be sure, but I know I can gain power by devouring everything, and I can also gain memories. I can use the powers of those I have consumed. It’s just that after eating too much, I completely lost my self-awareness.”
Geronimo’s words made Amberser quite envious.
In the battle, he had seen that Geronimo could use the Martial Monk’s chi, and Hoffman Ironfist was a Legendary Monk. This meant that by devouring all legendary classes, one could obtain the abilities of all professions. Such Legendary Grace was celestial, no wonder he couldn’t control it.
The more he ate, the stronger he became, the less he could control himself, causing a peculiar Magic Addiction Effect.
If this brat had been steadier, spent a few hundred years digesting properly, perhaps he really could have grown into a Legendary Giant Dragon at the top of the pyramid. But all things have cause and effect; he could obtain this kind of Legendary Grace precisely because of his greed and ambition. This obsession brought about a tremendous Legendary Grace, and unable to stop because of ambition, he lost complete control.
Unfortunately, Legendary Grace couldn’t be separated, otherwise, it would have been a huge profit.
Having obtained the information he needed, Amberser now had to consider how to deal with this brat.
“The Laine Empire and the Dragon Race are both very interested in you. It’s just that the Dragon Race is overseas, and sending you there would be somewhat troublesome…”
Before Amberser could finish, Geronimo cut in loudly, “I won’t go to Laine. I’ll go overseas, I choose the Dragon Race!”
He had gone through so much to betray… no, to abandon the Holy Light. How could he now be sent to Laine, where suffering a fate worse than death awaited him?
“Heh,” Amberser chuckled softly and said to Geronimo, “Who told you that you have a choice? I’m just informing you. Whoever offers more Gold Coin, I will sell you to them. Did you think you could damage my castle and not have to compensate?!”
Geronimo was still alive only because Amberser wanted to trade him for money; otherwise, he would have killed him on a whim.
The Laine Empire, which had been the main force behind the expulsion of the Giant Dragons, would certainly be very concerned about the resurfacing of dragon roars across the continent, and they had to pay the money.
As for the Dragon Race, although the Evil Dragon Goddess was not the legitimate chief deity of the dragons, there were still quite a few Giant Dragons who felt an affinity for this “Mother of Dragons.” Geronimo’s ability to transform into a Giant Dragon meant he should be valuable to these dragons.
Theoretically, the Dragon Race was richer than Laine, but how much they were willing to pay was not clear and required careful negotiation.
Out of respect for Miss Bone Dragon, if the price was the same, the Dragon Race would definitely get priority.
Seeing that Amberser didn’t speak, Geronimo said excitedly, “I have money too, I’ll give you money, sell me to the Dragon Race, I can’t go to Laine!”
Money?!
Triggered by the keyword, Amberser turned around, stared at the little devil with his hollow sockets, and asked in the most succinct language, “How much? Where?”
“I don’t know, maybe about a million, I’ve hidden it. As long as you agree not to send me to Laine, I can give you all that money.”
Geronimo had found several hundred thousand Gold Coins in the Cerberus Family’s treasury, then robbed the Dwarves of another five hundred thousand, totaling close to a million. Perhaps because his will was blurred, his dragon instincts took over, leading him to hide the Gold Coins in a dragon’s den he had dug out himself.
Reflecting on it now, he could vaguely remember the approximate location.
“Over a million, huh, that’s not a small amount. Indeed, crime does pay,” Amberser murmured.
This little brat had only been a dragon for a few days and had already made over a million, truly enviable.
“If you really give me a million, I might agree to promise to sell you to the Dragon Race first, but with an additional million for priority.”
The more money given, the higher the priority – Amberser was a businessman who valued honesty and fairness to both young and old.
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Geronimo was looking for a guarantee, not priority, but in Amberser’s hands, he had no ability to resist and could only tell Amberser the approximate location of the dragon’s den.
“There might still be a few of my servants guarding there, when you take the Gold Coins… if possible, please spare them,” Geronimo said.
“Servants?”
“I shared my blood with them, and they gained some of the Dragon Race’s powers.”
Geronimo’s words made Amberser pause and ask, “Your blood?”
“Yes, they were originally slaves, it was only after absorbing my blood that they gained strength.”
Amberser really wanted to tell Geronimo that his blood had the Magic Addiction Effect, and by fusing with his blood, they had probably become afflicted with it as well. They would destroy themselves without Amberser lifting a finger.
But this was an Elf Tribe secret, and Amberser wasn’t in a position to tell Geronimo.
This troublemaker didn’t yet realize that all he had created would be destroyed, at most leaving only a few brief records in history.
However, speaking of destruction, Amberser suddenly thought of a new buyer.
Casting a Sleep Spell to put Geronimo to sleep, Amberser began chanting a spell, and a shadow appeared in front of him.
It was the “Magic Web knowledge” given to him by Dark Goddess Shael, and the Sealing Skill to counter the Magic Addiction Effect had been developed from studying this shadowy mass.
Besides carrying memories, this shadow also had a special ability – it could communicate with Shael at any time.
Amberser linked his thoughts with the shadow and sent a message.
“Respected Goddess, as I promised you before, to make a Legendary figure your follower. I have here a candidate, a Paladin renegade who also happens to be Legendary; I wonder if you might be interested.”
Laine might be wealthy, the Dragon Race might be wealthy, but no matter how wealthy they were, they could not compare with a deity.
What a deity could offer often couldn’t be measured in money, like the “Magic Web knowledge,” which simply couldn’t be valued with money.
Since he was selling anyway, why not sell to a deity?
Goddess Shael didn’t respond right away, probably still busy plotting against her twin sister.
Amberser was in no rush. He reabsorbed the shadow and then took out the Necromancy Codex, ready to send a message to Miss Bone Dragon to hear the Dragon Race’s offer.
But as soon as he opened the codex, he saw that the group chat was bustling with activity.
While Amberser was busy finding a buyer, Hake Stone was boasting in the group chat.
[Don’t Like Humans: Friends, from today onwards, I am the Dwarf King.]
