This Lich Requests More Remuneration

Chapter 49: Chapter 49 The Alchemy City Flying in the Sky Chapter 49: Chapter 49 The Alchemy City Flying in the Sky If Amberser were still human, seeing the scene of his own head being plucked off, he should be preparing his will. But as an undead, losing one’s head didn’t necessarily mean death, especially since he was a Lich, and as long as the Life Casket wasn’t shattered, losing a head meant nothing.

The question is, who is the blank slate beauty in the scene?

Was she the murderer who had decapitated him, or a future acquaintance… perhaps a friend?

If possible, Amberser would have liked Harvey to foresee the future once more, and it wouldn’t matter if it cost a few more Gold Coins. However, the Goddess of Fate was like a high-maintenance “green tea” who flirted without committing, occasionally lifting her skirt to show you a glimpse of heaven, but if you actively sought to see more, she’d instantly become holier-than-thou, followed by a slap across the face.

No prophet could withstand a slap from fate.

So, those with the ability to foresee stuck to one rule, the same event at the same time could not be divined twice. Don’t even think about exploiting a bug, changing perspective, or details in hope of divination; all of that was provocation towards fate, and the slap of fate would be right on schedule.

That was the rule of seeing into the future: you see it, you believe it.

Aside from the Supreme God, no one could break this rule.

Therefore, willing or not, Amberser had no choice but to continue examining the remaining six Prophecy Shards.

After the extremes of sudden wealth and decapitation, the third shard was finally something Amberser could understand.

This was the Iron Slag Ashes Bar on South Cross Street in Alchemy City, which, in this future, had become ruins, as though a colossal creature had crushed it into oblivion, leaving not only rubble but also a deep pit.

“Tsk tsk, this must be the price for marrying into the Bone Dragon Family and then having an affair, right? But what does this have to do with the secret of the sewers?”

Amberser was puzzled; the family conflicts of Headless Bro shouldn’t involve the secrets of the sewers, unless, the bar wasn’t smashed by Miss Bone Dragon.

Facing another bewildering fragment, Amberser could only skip ahead.

The fourth Prophecy Shard remained straightforward; Amberser found himself in the sewers of Alchemy City, apparently conducting some magic ceremony, but the image was fragmented and unclear. While the setting was vivid, at best it could only confirm Amberser’s return to the sewers—no need for a prophecy, it was guessable.

“What a loss, this shard cost me many thousands of Gold Coins.”

Suppressing the pain in his heart, Amberser once more inspected the next Prophecy Shards.

Compared to the previous ones, the fifth shard was very unclear, but Amberser recognized the person in it.

It was the Druid Girl who had hired Amberser to save someone, what was her name again… Amberser recalled for a moment and finally remembered the Druid Girl’s name—Naomi Watts.

The surname was somewhat distinctive, seemingly related to some ancient Mage family lineage, but since she was a Druid, it’s likely just a coincidence.

Naomi’s future seemed dire as she lay bloodied somewhere, with the murderer, a long dagger in hand, standing by her side. Yet what was unsettling was the killer’s attire—judging by the silhouette, it appeared to be that of a Druid.

Internal strife among Druids? Or had the girl violated some rule and was honor-murdered by her kin?

And the location of this murder was very strange; it looked eerily familiar.

“Something’s not right, is this girl dying in the Hall of Wisdom in Alchemy City?”

Alchemy City is managed by the Alchemist Council, and their meeting place is none other than the Hall of Wisdom. How did this Druid Girl manage to find herself here? Even if there was infighting among Druids, it would be impossible for a murder to occur in such a place.

“The Druids lured into the sewers, the murder in the Hall of Wisdom… Why is everything becoming more and more complicated? What on earth are these lunatics plotting?”

The last two Prophecy Shards seemed to be connected, and the content they displayed shocked Amberser.

Because Alchemy City had taken flight.

It was a city on the verge of breaking apart, somehow lifted by an unknown force and suspended in midair.

Most of the city was already in ruins, constantly shedding pieces of debris—and lives—from its decaying structures down to the ground.

If there was any difference between these two shards, it was that the last shard depicted people from the Laine Empire, likely a Paladin, who stood at the highest point of Alchemy City, accompanied by members of the Alchemist Council. Their faces, however, were blurred beyond recognition, leaving their identities unknown.

These two shards undoubtedly contained the greatest amount of information.

A city flying in the sky wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility. Long ago, when the Magic Goddess still allowed mortals to use many high-level spells, Mages enjoyed building their very own Floating Cities. However, after an accident occurred, these Floating Cities fell one after another, causing a disaster more terrifying than a meteor shower.

What exactly caused the incident, Amberser wasn’t quite sure—it happened before his time. He only knew that after this historical event, mortals’ spell casting abilities were greatly limited. The Magic Goddess no longer shared her power so generously with mortals, and Floating Cities vanished into obscurity.

Did that group of lunatics want to turn Alchemy City into a Floating City?

“That doesn’t make sense, and it’s not reasonable. With the city in such disrepair, what would be the point of making it fly?”

Amberser felt that this speculation was not rational. Those crazy alchemists probably had no interest in flying cities; it was a path already trodden by predecessors and not an innovative endeavor. Without something creative, it couldn’t showcase the greatness of their alchemy, so they probably wouldn’t waste effort on such matters.

Besides, this was a city centered on academia and the production of alchemy. What would be the purpose of flying, other than to increase transportation costs?

For such a small city, it would be impossible to stably supply various alchemical materials. It still needed the surrounding Lords to pay taxes to support these alchemists. These invisible strands tightly bound Alchemy City; taking flight would be sheer folly.

“Unless, Alchemy City had to take flight out of necessity… Wait, was it because of the secret in the sewers? Was that danger so looming that the entire city needed to take to the skies to avoid it?”

Amberser thought this idea might very well be the truth.

No matter what those lunatics concocted in the sewers, in the end they must have botched it, necessitating the elevation of the entire city to avoid total destruction.

“Which means, in the end, they would fail.”

Amberser felt he had grasped the crux of the matter.

Amberser told Harvey to tidy up the lab while he himself ran to the library, digging out several ancient tomes covered in dust and began to read them carefully.

It wasn’t until news arrived from Alchemy City that a member of the Alchemist Council would come personally to Amberser’s castle to discuss with him how to deal with the Paladin Allen Watson.

Upon hearing this news, Amberser remembered Headless Bro was in a bad mood and had gone to “spar” with Allen. So many hours had passed, was Allen still alive? Was he left unmaimed?