This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 205 - 190 Shocking the Group Members Again
Chapter 205: Chapter 190: Shocking the Group Members Again
Chapter 205 -190: Shocking the Group Members Again
Asking an undead about the state of the Laine Empire often meant you wouldn’t hear any good things.
After all, they stood on opposing sides, and in Amberser’s eyes, Laine was definitely a group of religious fanatics who killed without blinking and would charge at different races while shouting “Holy Light!” and hack them to death.
However, out of respect for Arthur Laine, Amberser still tried to objectively inform him about the basic situation of the Laine Empire.
There was no need to exaggerate because the nation of Laine was too famous; there were plenty of unofficial histories over the years, so Amberser didn’t need to make anything up.
After roughly explaining the history of the Laine Empire, Arthur Laine hastily interrupted.
“Wait, you’re saying the Laine Empire is racist? They discriminate against not just the undead?” Arthur Laine asked with a surprised look on his face.
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Amberser said with a puzzlement, “You seem very surprised.”
Arthur Laine said excitedly, “Of course, I am. I don’t understand. During the Tyrant’s era, every race was oppressed, and then I establish an empire that also oppresses other races, how would that make me any different from that Tyrant?”
“You’re not joking with me, are you?” Amberser couldn’t believe what he heard.
Arthur Laine said firmly, “What’s there to joke about? In the past, elves, dwarves, orcs, we all ventured together as companions whom we could entrust our lives to. Why would I establish a country to enslave my friends? Besides, my teacher was an orc.
Back then, there were no racial divides under the Dragon Race; everyone below them was mere ants, merely the playthings and slaves of the Dragon Race. Oh, except for the Elf Tribe, the Silvermoon Tribunal stood relatively independent and was everyone’s ideal nation.”
His reasoning was very convincing, coherent, and logical. Arthur Laine, who came from a serf background and was raised by orcs during the Tyrant’s era, should not be a racist.
Amberser fell into deep thought; the news he had heard today was quite explosive.
Could it be that the one who established the Laine Empire wasn’t Arthur Laine at all? It couldn’t possibly have been the Magic Dragon Tyrant in disguise, could it?
This thought, wilder than any unofficial history, flashed through his mind, but Amberser quickly dismissed it.
The Magic Dragon might deceive people but couldn’t deceive the Lord of the Dawn. The massive, overwhelming Force of the Holy Light in the Laine Empire was no lie.
The Lord of the Dawn wouldn’t help the Magic Dragon deceive the whole world, would he, risking shattering his Divine Nature and becoming a mortal?
Deities can speak in riddles to people but cannot do something that goes against their role. If the Lord of the Dawn covered for a Tyrant who had rampaged for years and was stained with blood debts, he would have no right to wield the Force of the Holy Light.
The Arthur Laine who established the Laine Empire must be the real one; no one else could receive the credit falsely attributed to him, but why had the Laine Empire become what it was today?
“By the way, the Silvermoon Tribunal is still there, right?” Arthur Laine asked somewhat nervously.
After more than a thousand years, everything felt unfamiliar to Arthur Laine. Of all the Nine Great Kingdoms, only the Silvermoon Tribunal still left some impression on him.
Knowing what he was thinking, Amberser reassured him, “Not only is the Silvermoon Tribunal still there, your old friends are still alive. This time, it was he who directed me to find the sealed Divine Artifact. If he knew you were still alive… no, you can’t really be considered the true Arthur Laine now, can you?”
The true Arthur Laine had long died.
The Heroic Spirit before him had been formed from Arthur Laine’s wishes, inheriting the original’s personality and memories, but as Amberser had said to Aige, the fake is fake, no matter how similar, it’s not the real person.
Arthur Laine said nonchalantly, “True or false doesn’t matter. I’ve completed my mission, so I need to find a new purpose in life. Catching up with old friends isn’t a bad choice. Still, I hope you can help me since I’m so weak now that even a gust of wind could blow me away.”
“That’s not impossible,” said Amberser, who didn’t mind doing a favor, not only for the Heroic Spirit but also for the Elf Tribe.
The Old Elven King would surely thank Amberser upon seeing his old friend’s Heroic Spirit.
Speaking of this, Amberser suddenly remembered something and said to Arthur Laine, “I can’t contact your old friend just yet, but, well, I do know one of your descendants, generations removed. Do you want to talk to her?”
“Ah?” Arthur Laine was bemused by Amberser’s words. In his memory, he was still an unmarried, fine young man; how did he suddenly have a great-granddaughter, and he didn’t even know how many generations removed?
Arthur Laine hesitated for a moment, then said, “Perhaps not… after all, I’m not the real Arthur Laine. Suddenly claiming relations would be somewhat impolite.”
He truly was the legendary Saint-King, quite the decent fellow indeed.
Amberser had originally wanted to see Withered Rose’s shocked expression as she called out ‘Grandfather,’ but now he’d have to tell her himself.
Amberser pulled out a pile of history books from his personal space and gave them to Arthur Laine, suggesting he catch up on the major events of the past thousand or so years.
Then Amberser picked up the Necromancy Codex and sent a message in the group chat: [Friends, who is well-versed in Laine history? There are some things I’d like to consult about.]
After a while, it was Hake Stone, the vampire, who replied first; the dwarf probably spent his days waiting for someone to chat with.
[Not Fond of Humans: Me, I’m quite familiar with Laine history.]
[Diga Ultraman: I’m talking about the real history, not unofficial histories.]
