??Chapter 68: Chapter 68 The Imaginary Enemy
Chapter 68: Chapter 68 The Imaginary Enemy
The so-called deities cannot sever the conflicts between husband and wife, and Amberser, a lich without a heart, knows even less about how to diate the emotional issues between spouses.
So, he just responsibly inford Gareth about the imminent arrival of Miss Bone Dragon, leaving him to deal with the headache himself.
Amberser had thought that Gareth would surely flee quickly, so his castle should be safe from the breath of the Bone Dragon.
But to Amberser’s surprise, Gareth’s first reaction was to worry about the safety of that Orc sister.
“I know her too well. If she had discovered
in Alchemy City earlier, then Ona must be under her surveillance too. I’m afraid she might be in danger, and I need to go save her,” he said.
Although the female Orc had already sold the tavern, it wasn’t easy to move away so quickly, so she was still busy dealing with all sorts of movable and immovable properties and had not left Alchemy City.
Amberser hastily said, “Gareth, if you get involved as a third party in rescuing soone, wouldn’t that make your wife even angrier?”
“If I don’t go, Ona will undoubtedly die. If I go, she still has a chance at life.”
Gareth put on his helt, returned to being that scruffy middle-aged adventurer, and then rushed towards Alchemy City without any delay.
Amberser didn’t know whether to classify these words as those of a caring man or a scoundrel.
But never mind, other people’s family matters were not for Amberser to interfere with too much, and besides, he had more important matters to attend to.
The first thing was to repair the injuries of the rcury Avatar.
In the previous assassination plan, the rcury Avatar once again showed combat power that surprised Amberser, with powerful tal absorption abilities that almost rendered Masstar’s Enchanted Armor useless.
If it hadn’t been for the lavish equipnt on Masstar, the rcury Avatar alone could have caused the Paladin a significant loss.
But the little creature also accidentally took a hit from a Holy Slash and suffered serious damage.
The little one now lay weakly in a glass jar, in desperate need of a large amount of tal to recover.
Amberser wasn’t stingy, he directly threw all those scrapped Paladin equipnt into it, letting the little one have a big feast. The armors of the Paladins are made of high-quality tals, which are not only light and agile but also exceptionally sturdy; who knows how much Mithril and Adamantine were mixed in, definitely pricier than an equivalent weight of Gold.
But these tough tals were quickly corroded and absorbed under the embrace of the rcury Avatar, the previously weak rcury Avatar also recovered at a rate visible to the naked eye, with additional lines of various shades appearing on its silver body.
“Mithril and Adamantine? Got indigestion from eating too much?”
Amberser worried whether the two rare tals could not be fully absorbed, hence why these silk thread patterns remained on the rcury Avatar’s body. But he soon discovered that this was not a case of indigestion; on the contrary, the little creature began to evolve after consuming high-quality tals.
Gently, Amberser said to the rcury Avatar, “Co here, my little darling, let
see how you look after you’ve grown.”
As the creator of the rcury Avatar, the little one was inherently obedient to Amberser’s commands. Upon hearing Amberser’s order, it imdiately started to expand like being inflated.
A sword with a gold edge protruded out, smoothly slicing open the entire glass tank with a light scratch.
Soon, small pieces of tal erged on the body of the rcury Avatar, assembling into a diamond-shaped shield.
At a glance, Amberser knew that it was a Mithril shield, lightweight yet sturdy.
“You can replicate the properties of the tals you absorb, right?” Amberser inquired.
The rcury Avatar happily bounced up as if responding to Amberser’s question.
This ability was impressive. With so many special tals in the world, if the rcury Avatar were to absorb a sufficient amount of high-grade tals, was there a possibility for it to advance to a legendary level?
With this thought, Amberser hurried to the treasury and took out a helt emitting a pure white radiance.
This was a piece of magic equipnt stripped from Masstar’s head, brimming with incredibly intense Holy Light energy, and Amberser could also feel the presence of divine power within it.
Without a doubt, it was a replica of a Divine Artifact, and while it wasn’t genuine, the divine power contained within was real; the Laine Empire probably didn’t have many of these.
This thing must be worth a fortune, yet Amberser was still planning to let the rcury Avatar consu it.
Amberser couldn’t use the power of the Holy Light, and selling it would be difficult; buyers who could afford it might not dare to offend the Laine Empire, and those who bore grudges against the Laine Empire generally couldn’t afford it. Organizations like the Withered Rose, who could afford and had a grudge against the Empire… She was an Undead just like Amberser, had already explicitly stated the item was of no use to her, and unless it was free, she wouldn’t waste money buying it just to smash it.
Rather than going back to Alchemy City to haggle, it would be better to let the rcury Avatar consu it; there might even be a pleasant surprise.
Thanks to Master Morgan’s research, the rcury Avatar was a living creature, not an Undead, and was not susceptible to the restraint of Holy Light; it might be able to absorb all the divine power.
However, the helt seed not so easy to digest; the rcury Avatar sprawled over the helt, corroding it little by little at an extrely slow pace. Amberser had no choice but to place the rcury Avatar and the helt together in another glass container, letting the little guy slowly digest it.
After taking care of this matter, Amberser headed to the castle’s dungeon.
The once-empty dungeon was now filled with Paladins hanging around.
Each one of them showed an angry glare upon seeing Amberser, wishing they could unite their Holy Slashes and reduce Amberser to ashes right then and there. However, their eyes were the only things they could move; each Paladin was sealed with several layers by Amberser, leaving them no possibility of escape after being stripped of their equipnt.
Amberser walked up to a female Paladin, scrutinizing her face closely, then reached out to pinch her cheek as if selecting rchandise.
The Paladin’s eyes seed about to burst with fire, but she could only glare at Amberser with her gaze, utterly powerless to resist.
After confirming that her appearance was not disguised in any way, Amberser finally let go of her and, simultaneously, released the seal on her mouth.
The mont she gained the freedom to speak, the lady lashed out at Amberser with a torrent of curses.
After listening for a few seconds, Amberser said, “Save your strength, will you? The curses you’ve got together don’t even match the number of Paladins here.”
The insults were all repetitive, calling him despicable, shaless, filthy, and ugly, with extre specificity that didn’t even spare the family; Amberser guessed these Paladins had probably never had a quarrel with anyone since childhood, and these insulting words were likely learned from scriptures and teachings.
Such curses held no destructive power; pointing at a Druid and criticizing him for shedding after transforming would hurt more than this Paladin’s insults.
“I have a question for you, did only ten of you co this ti? Are there any other Paladins? Especially female Paladins?” asked Amberser.
A bloody spit flew out, easily dodged by Amberser.
The Paladin scoffed, “Don’t delude yourself; no matter what you ask, I won’t answer. If you’re brave enough, just kill !”
Amberser sighed and said, “Can’t you just save
so magic power?”
Drawing pink lines of magical power between his fingers, Amberser placed a Bewitchnt Spell on the Paladin’s head.
A few minutes later, Amberser left the gloomy dungeon filled with heavy doubts.
“It seems the one who decapitated
was not among these Paladins.”
Of the ten Paladins, only one was a woman, and she was burly and resolute, very politically correct.
Her appearance was completely dissimilar to the fair-skinned beauty prophesied, not even slightly resembling her.
After pondering for a mont, Amberser ca to an unsettling conclusion.
If it wasn’t this group of Paladins, then who could the person be who severed my head? Could it be those mad Alchemists?
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