This Lich is a Better Landlord Chapter 72: Can I Trust You?

The chest was entirely filled with phylacteries.

Each one was only the size of a palm, forged entirely from mithril, enchanted with powerful defensive magic, and brimming with the aura of the undead. It was impossible to distinguish them from the outside; one could only confirm what was truly inside by breaking the magic and opening the box.

This chest of phylacteries had cost Ambrose a fortune in gold coins. It could be said that the most valuable thing in the entire castle was this chest of phylacteries.

Ambrose randomly picked one and teleported it to Withered Rose via the Codex of the Undead. Then he sent another ssage: [Lady Rose, I'm counting on you. I have placed my life in your hands. This is a secret between you and ; please do not tell anyone.]

[Withered Rose: Rest assured.]

Ambrose closed the Codex of the Undead with satisfaction, then dragged Harvey, who was reading in his cell, out.

Harvey had been living quite the comfortable life these days. He had unlimited access to a vast number of magic notes and ancient tos, no shortage of food or drink, and no work to do. Even the skeletons monitoring him were starting to look pleasant to his eyes.

Ambrose suddenly pulling him out surprised Harvey a bit; he thought another ritual was about to take place.

However, Ambrose placed an exquisite small box in front of him and said, "Harvey, can I trust you?"

Harvey looked bewildered, not knowing how to answer.

*Wait, I'm... like... a prisoner, right?*

But denying it probably wouldn't lead to a good outco, so Harvey braced himself and said, "My Lord, what are your orders?"

Ambrose said, "I am about to face so trouble, so I need soone trustworthy to do sothing for . Harvey, can I trust you?"

Ambrose asked again, his tone even more serious this ti.

Harvey didn't dare to be perfunctory and said very sincerely, "My Lord, although I am your prisoner, I have been well taken care of during this ti and have indeed learned a lot. If you have any orders, My Lord, I will do my best to carry them out."

This was genuine. Harvey had never seen a boss as generous as Ambrose. For a place like a library, others would definitely put hundreds of locks on it and charge by the second for reading. How could they possibly open it up for you to read freely?

Just for this alone, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for Harvey to call Ambrose "Teacher."

Harvey also knew that having taken such a huge advantage, he would have to pay it back sooner or later. Presiding over the prophecy ritual last ti was just the beginning. After all, his food cost two gold coins a day; other expenses were calculated separately.

"Good, I knew I could count on you." Ambrose handed over the silver-white small box and said to him, "Take my phylactery and leave this place. Leave the City of Alchemy and go as far away as possible."

Harvey's eyes widened. He thought he was going to be asked to preside over a second magic ritual. He never expected that he would be entrusted with a phylactery.

This was a Lich's phylactery. How could it be given to him, a... a prisoner?

"My Lord, you're not joking, are you?"

"Who's joking with you? Take my phylactery and leave, then find a random place to bury it. Do not tell anyone. The fewer people who know, the safer I am," Ambrose said very seriously.

Harvey felt his shoulders beco heavy. This trust ca too suddenly and was too absurd; he didn't know whether he should agree.

He stared carefully at Ambrose's face, trying to spot so clue, but no matter how he looked at the skull, he couldn't read an expression.

After thinking for a long ti, Harvey asked a question in a solemn tone, "My Lord, there are many books related to the School of Divination in your library. The author is 'Elden Lord,' and many of them are sole surviving copies that I have never seen elsewhere. do you know this author?"

Ambrose said with slight embarrassnt, "Well... actually, that is my pen na. So books haven't been published, so they aren't exactly rare lone copies, just my own research notes."

In the hundreds of years after his transmigration, Ambrose had given himself many nicknas and used many pen nas when submitting books. When he stepped into the gates of the School of Divination in high spirits, he gave himself the chunibyo pen na "Elden Lord." It was just that later, when he abandoned the power of prophecy, he never used that na again, and the remaining manuscripts were never published.

Harvey revealed a look of relief and smiled. "I understand, My Lord. I will guard your phylactery well. By the Goddess of Magic, I will defend this phylactery with my life."

This change surprised Ambrose a little. *What's up with this guy? Why did he suddenly get so serious?* Swearing to a deity was no small matter; even non-Paladins wouldn't dare to do it recklessly.

"Why did you suddenly ask about my pen na?" Ambrose asked curiously.

Harvey made a strange expression and said, "You might not believe it, My Lord, but I only beca a mage apprentice because I accidentally obtained [Introduction to the School of Divination] written by you. Strictly speaking, you are my teacher."

"Wait, you an you got started just by self-study from a book, and in the School of Divination at that?"

Ambrose was astonished. The School of Divination was originally the hardest to enter. Even with a teacher guiding hand-in-hand, one might not produce a qualified student. This kid Harvey got in by self-study? Wasn't his talent a bit too high?

Harvey smiled and said, "I only realized now why my intuition told to charge with Paladin Alan when the battle started back then. For , being captured was indeed my greatest luck."

In fact, Harvey had suspected it for a long ti because the magical structure Ambrose used when designing the previous prophecy ritual was very similar to the style of that "Elden Lord." As an insider spotting the tricks of the trade, Harvey had already guessed that Ambrose had so connection to "Elden Lord."

He originally thought they were friends who exchanged magic, or perhaps master and apprentice... He didn't expect them to be the sa person.

Harvey bowed low to Ambrose and said sincerely, "Thank you, Teacher. Not only did you help beco a mage apprentice, but you also allowed to beco a true Divination Wizard. I will protect your phylactery with my life."

"Ah, this... actually, you don't have to put your life on the line..."

Ambrose felt a bit of appreciation for his talent. This kid's aptitude was even higher than imagined. He would be valuable to use in the future; it would be a pity if he got killed.

Harvey, however, didn't catch the issue in Ambrose's words and said firmly, "Teacher, I will leave now. When you are done with your business, you can co to find in Salokmar."

Salokmar, also known as the Golden Desert Kingdom, the Kingdom of Ti, the Kingdom of Dreams... It was a nation where humans, dwarves, and various desert races lived together. Like the City of Alchemy, it was also a kingdom where the undead could walk freely.

"You brat, you were actually already prepared to run away, weren't you?" Ambrose said.

"A prisoner who doesn't want to escape isn't a competent one," Harvey said with a smile. "Goodbye, Teacher."

Ambrose nodded. With Harvey's current skills, as long as he was careful, there wouldn't be any big problems going to Salokmar.

"By the way, when you go out, send Raul to see ," Ambrose instructed.

Harvey agreed imdiately, then quickly left with Ambrose's phylactery. A short while later, Raul ca before Ambrose, trembling with fear, and said respectfully, "Master, what are your orders?"

Ambrose took out another exquisite small box and said to Raul, "Raul, can I trust you?"