This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 188 - 175 The True Form of the Mute
Chapter 188: Chapter 175 The True Form of the Mute
Chapter 188 -175 The True Form of the Mute
“Are you a deity?”
After Amberser asked this question, Aige stopped smiling and stared carefully at the lich before him.
It was only after a long while that Aige spoke, “You’re more sensitive than I imagined, either you’re very familiar with deities, or you yourself are about to take that step. Which one is it?”
“It must be that I’m quite familiar with deities,” Amberser tried to keep his tone calm and continued to explain, “I’ve witnessed the descent of the Goddess of Pain, the Goddess of Night, and the Lord of the Dawn.”
Aige: …
How could this lich’s words be so unreliable? It’s one thing for the Goddess of Pain and the Goddess of Night, but if the Lord of the Dawn truly descended before him, wouldn’t this lich have been reduced to ashes by the Holy Light?
But Aige soon realized that what Amberser was saying was the truth.
Aige had just said that very few things could be hidden from her in this sea. This was a special kind of authority, and now this authority was telling Aige that what Amberser had said earlier was all true.
Could it be, he really met the Lord of the Dawn in person and lived to tell the tale?
“Oh, my teacher is the God of Alchemy,” Amberser added.
Aige: …
Even this statement was true.
Aige chuckled and said to Amberser, “The President’s taste has always been quite high.”
When Amberser heard Aige’s response, even as a lich, he felt like he wanted to let out a heavy sigh.
The reason he brought all this up was purely for self-preservation.
This was a deity, a true deity that had descended to the mortal realm, not the kind that chatted with Amberser across the void with limited powers.
Even as a member of the Elegy Poetry Society, Amberser couldn’t be sure if the other party might have some special temper. What if this deity, in a bad mood, cursed him?
So, by presenting all of his background, at least the other party might have some apprehension, which would make things much safer for him.
As if seeing through Amberser’s thoughts, Aige reassured, “Don’t be so nervous. Although I have accumulated enough power, I am still one step away from consolidating my divine nature and can’t be considered a real deity. Moreover, you’re a member of the Elegy Poetry Society. How could I possibly harm you?”
Not yet a god?
Isn’t that even more dangerous?
Real deities are restricted by Aeo’s rules, and they may not dare to lay a hand on Amberser. The powerful Lord of the Dawn could only watch as Amberser extorted fifty million gold coins from a paladin.
If she wasn’t yet a god, then acting against him would be completely unrestricted.
“Senior Aige, if I may be so bold, what exactly is the identity of our President? He couldn’t be, a deity as well, could he?” Amberser asked curiously.
Aige didn’t answer this question but simply told Amberser, “You can ask him yourself. I can’t answer that question for him.”
Amberser said somberly, “I understand.”
Although Aige didn’t answer, it almost served as an affirmative response.
What kind of person could command such respect from a demigod other than a real deity?
The President must also be undead… a god of the undead… no, it couldn’t be Vishalon, could it? I haven’t been very respectful to him usually! Should I now speak to my teacher and rush off to his Divine Realm to be a lower deity?
“Your mood is as undulating as the tide. You didn’t journey all this way just to scare yourself, did you?”
Aige’s words helped Amberser regain his composure; he was here to find a Divine Artifact, not to frighten himself.
Even if the President was Vishalon, a true god couldn’t easily interfere in the mortal realm.
With that thought, Amberser took out the Necromancy Codex and sent a message in the group chat: [I’ve suddenly felt these past few days that the God of the Liches is quite worthy of respect. I haven’t prayed much to this deity before, and as a lich, that’s somewhat improper. I’ll earnestly correct this mistake from now on. FYI.]
[Doesn’t Like Humans: What act are you putting on this time? I don’t get it.]
[Headless Knight is the Crown: I don’t understand either, but should a lich really worship the God of the Liches? I haven’t seen the Dragon Sorceress pray to him either.]
[Doesn’t Like Humans: Are you stupid? The Dragon Sorceress worships the Dragon God!]
…
Amberser closed the Necromancy Codex and addressed Aige again, “Where were we just now?”
Aige was expressionless; she found this lich before her to be different from any undead she had encountered in her life. The Elegy Poetry Society indeed did not have any ordinary undead members.
“That Divine Artifact buried by the Elf Tribe, you came to me for this, didn’t you?” asked Aige.
Amberser quickly replied, “Exactly, I was wondering if Captain Aige could help me locate this Divine Artifact, it’s incredibly important to me.”
Aige traced lines through the water with her fingers, sketching out a detailed map.
Above the vast sea, apart from the boundless waters, there were hundreds of islands of various sizes. Most of these islands were the territory of the Fury Tide Kingdom, collectively covering a significant area.
“I’ve found the location of the Divine Artifact, but it’s within the sphere of influence of the Fury Tide Kingdom,” Aige said.
As Aige illuminated the map, a large island began to magnify and a vast city built upon hills appeared before Amberser.
In the center of the city was a large lake, which, in reality, was connected to the sea at its base, thus actually forming the island’s Inner Sea.
“These elves really know how to hide, how come they’re tucked away inside someone else’s country?” Amberser wondered, not understanding.
Aige explained, “According to what you said, the artifact was left here 1,700 years ago when the Fury Tide Kingdom didn’t even exist. This place was just a deserted island back then until after the conflict between the Lord of the Dawn and the Lord of the Storm, many of the Children of the Storm were forced to leave the mainland and established the Fury Tide Kingdom on the high seas.”
“Are you talking about the conflict between the Lord of the Dawn and the Lord of the Storm? When was that?”
“About a thousand years ago,” Aige replied, “The Lord of the Dawn decreed an oracle to strike against the followers of the Lord of the Storm. Laine mobilized all its might then, smashing most of the temples of the Lord of the Storm on the mainland, forcing the Children of the Storm to leave and form their own kingdom overseas.
“Such a significant event, why is there no historical record of it?”
Amberser, considering himself well-read, could not recall hearing about such a major event.
“Because the deities concealed it. I’m not entirely clear on the specifics, but someone as old as I am is aware of it.”
Amberser did not doubt Aige’s words; she had no reason to deceive him.
Recalling the major event from a thousand years ago mentioned in a group chat before, it must have referred to the war between the Lord of the Dawn and the Lord of the Storm. A fight between two powerful deities could indeed have ground the very paths of the universe to dust.
However, judging by mundane affairs, the Lord of the Storm had suffered a great loss. Even though his divine power remained potent, he certainly was not as influential in terms of followers’ faith as the Lord of the Dawn was. Even if he had not completely lost the war, he definitely suffered.
Considering that the head of the Elegy Poetry Society had suddenly appeared, could it be that another divine conflict was about to commence?
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Amberser couldn’t help but remember the words of the God of Alchemy: the deities had been at peace for too long, and new chaos would arise. Perhaps this chaos was his opportunity to ascend to godhood.
So was this Miss Aige, before him, also waiting for this moment?
She was a genuine Demigod after all, likely just one step away from solidifying her Divine Nature. If she were to take action, there might be no one in the mundane world who could match her, right?
No, that was incorrect. Like Aige, there were still two others in the group chat.
[Non-Vegetarianism] and [Poet] were probably two others of a similar caliber of strength.
Looking at it this way, the power of the Elegy Poetry Society was indeed formidable. If they could unify, then it probably wouldn’t be too difficult to eradicate Laine, right?
If unification was the goal, then he would need to foster a good relationship with this venerated elder.
“Captain Aige, I don’t suppose you could help me acquire this Divine Artifact? If you have any requirements, just say them, and I will do my utmost to fulfill them,” Amberser said.
Amberser did not throw out an offer directly, knowing that a Demigod like Aige would surely not lack for gold coins; he needed to find out her desires first in order to cater to her preferences.
Aige, with the gravitas of a true elder, said to Amberser in a meaningful tone, “Don’t worry, I’ve already promised Rose to help you get this thing.”
“It embarrasses me to offer nothing in return. Isn’t there something I could assist you with?” Amberser inquired.
After pondering for a moment, Aige asked Amberser, “If you really want to help… I hear you understand souls very well?”
Amberser nodded and said, “Below the deities, I rank second to none in this knowledge.”
He had absolute confidence in this claim, for with the ability of creating Pseudo-Souls, he could craft blank souls out of nothing, edit the souls of the living and the dead – below the deities, no one understood better than he did.
And those whose powers had nothing to do with souls would certainly not surpass Amberser’s expertise.
“Then, do you think it’s possible to recombine a soul that has already dissipated?” Aige inquired.
“That… could probably only be achieved by a Wishing Spell,” Amberser responded.
Aige shook her head and said, “No, not even a Wishing Spell can do it. I’ve already tried.”
“That’s impossible. As long as the wish was simply to restore a dissipated soul, it should fall within the capabilities of a Wishing Spell. Even if you were being tricked, at worst the restored soul would have some memory loss or come back deranged, but they wouldn’t say it’s impossible.”
“It is impossible; I have no need to deceive you,” Aige sighed. “I once asked the head of our society for help to invoke a Wishing Spell, but the wish ended up with no effect. I don’t even know why it failed, wasting that precious opportunity.”
Amberser stroked his chin, deep in thought.
“Even if a Wishing Spell fails, there should be some kind of response. The World Laws would provide you with an explanation. Without any explanation, unless… Captain Aige, if I may be bold, who is it that you’re trying to resurrect?” Amberser asked very seriously.
Aige answered, “My creator, my father. He died before I was born, and for years, I’ve tried everything just to revive him.”
“Creator? Captain Aige, I must apologize for asking once more, but what is your original race’s transformation into Undead? Is the creator you mentioned the one who transformed you into Undead?”
Aige shook her head and replied, “No, my father wasn’t a Necromancer, nor a Lich. He was simply a shipbuilder. And I am his creation, this ship. My true form is indeed this Ghost Ship beneath your feet—Aige’s Ship.”
