This Lich Requests M Chapter 141 - 141 131 Hoffman Ironfist Driven to Desperation

??Chapter 141: Chapter 131: Hoffman Ironfist, Driven to Desperation

Chapter 141: Chapter 131: Hoffman Ironfist, Driven to Desperation

Atop the ruins of Alchemy City, a brand-new palace was being constructed with an unbelievable speed.

The Desert Dwarves were exceptionally good at building; the palace seed to be entirely carved out of stone, but in reality, it was created with magic. The mastery of Desert Dwarf Mages over rock and sand was absolutely top-notch on the continent. In just two or three days, they had constructed the overall structure of the palace, perfectly balancing sturdiness and a sense of art.

Hoffman Ironfist stood not far away, watching the palace that looked different by the day, saying to Hake Stone beside him, “It’s a pity, the ti is too short. If we had half a year more, this place would be very suitable for a new Royal Palace.”

Hake Stone replied, “It might not be impossible. The war with the Elf Tribe this ti seems abnormal; they don’t lack land. Perhaps after this round of negotiations, the territory of Alchemy City will belong to the Dwarves.”

Hoffman Ironfist complained, “You said before that there was sothing off about the Elf Tribe mobilizing troops, most likely sothing you learned from your friend, yet you never say the reason.”

Hake Stone quickly responded, “I’m not intentionally hiding anything, it’s just that he also didn’t tell . Old friend, that boy knows I’m with you, so he keeps things tightly hidden from . However, he said he’ll do his best to ensure the Dwarves get what they want and to end this war as soon as possible.”

“He said that, and you believed him?” Hoffman Ironfist retorted.

Hake Stone hesitated for a mont, then said, “I think he is trustworthy.”

Hoffman Ironfist was silent for a mont, then a relieved smile appeared on his face. He continued speaking to Hake Stone, “Since you trust him, I won’t have doubts either. But old friend, you still need to remind him that to play the diator well, he must first eliminate those unstable elents. The Hell faith issue needs to be resolved quickly; otherwise, if a second ambush occurs, whether the Elf Tribe or the Dwarves suffer, whose responsibility will it be?”

Hoffman Ironfist’s words made Hake Stone sowhat ashad; it was his oversight in not reminding Amberser, which might have led to the Elf Tribe walking into an ambush.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already spoken to him, and he has experienced the troubles of the Hell faith himself, so he will surely handle it well.”

Hoffman Ironfist patted Hake Stone’s shoulder, then said, “Good, I will head back then. I have to report to His Majesty.”

“Go ahead, when the new Royal Palace is completed, we’ll have another drink.”

After bidding farewell to his old friend, Hoffman Ironfist walked into the newly constructed palace.

Inside, a secret room was already prepared for long-distance communication.

Hoffman Ironfist entered, first activated the barrier to block all external interference, and then energized the communication Magic Array inside.

Suddenly, the Magic Array displayed an aged visage.

Hoffman Ironfist knelt respectfully in front of the Dwarf King, reporting, “Your Majesty, the day for negotiations has been reset, two days from now.”

The Dwarf King seed to find it hard even to keep his eyes open, weakly uttering, “The Elf Tribe has no issues? They’re resuming negotiations so quickly?”

Hoffman Ironfist replied, “Yes, although the Elf Tribe did fall into an ambush, they were saved by that Lich. We underestimated the strength of this Lich; he’s not as weak as the legends circulating on the outside claim, far from the most powerless Legendary.”

“Worthless,” the Dwarf King cursed bitterly. He began to cough violently, taking a while to catch his breath.

“Hoffman, you can’t even handle such a trivial matter. After cutting off one hand, have you beco useless too? How do you plan to negotiate with those Elves, what bargaining chip do we have left?! If the line of death does not hold back Laine, without seizing everything Alchemy City has to offer, our kingdom will be destroyed! Worthless, it’s you who have ruined the kingdom!”

The Dwarf King grew increasingly agitated, his cough growing more severe, until he began coughing up blood.

Hoffman Ironfist dared not speak, only kneeling respectfully, bowing his head.

After quite so ti, the Dwarf King seed to have expended all his energy, unable to curse any longer, and he could only wave his hand, muttering, “The future of the Dwarves… lies in your hands… you must… think it through…”

The communication ended, but Hoffman Ironfist did not stand up; he quietly maintained his kneeling and bowing posture.

In this way, no one could see his face twisted by anger.

Even within this completely sealed room, he remained utterly cautious until his emotions settled again; only then did Hoffman Ironfist stand up.

In the eyes of others, Hoffman Ironfist was a Dwarven hero, the King’s most trusted minister.

But he alone knew that the current Dwarf King was an irritable, anger-prone, irresponsible Tyrant.

The invasion by the Laine Empire was at least half his fault.

The Laine Empire initially had little interest in the Desert Kingdom. Everyone knew this place barely sustained itself on grave-robbing, and the vast desert was a death zone. Contending for this land held no benefit for the Laine Empire.

Many years ago, there were only so minor frictions at the borders.

After all, the Laine Empire pursued a policy of human supremacy; Dwarves did not count as humans, and the Desert Dwarves were naturally short-tempered – otherwise, they wouldn’t be described as having sprung from rocks, slly and hard.

Such interactions were naturally unpleasant, but back then, it was limited to border trade scuffles, nothing too serious.