This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 146 - 134 All Calculating

Chapter 146: Chapter 134: All Calculating

Chapter 146 -134: All Calculating

Hoffman Ironfist had completely abandoned the idea of continuing to assassinate the Elf Queen; after all, they were preparing to withdraw and return home, and the Dwarves should go with the flow.

If anything unexpected happened to Katherine now, the Elf Tribe might change their strategy, and they might not be so easy to talk to.

Though this informal meeting couldn’t concretize anything, Hoffman Ironfist realized through the exchange that the turning point for the Dwarf Race had truly arrived.

If they could completely swallow up the territory of Alchemy City, it would mean that the Dwarf Kingdom had doubled its population and acquired a systematic Alchemy industry.

This was once unique to Alchemy City; other kingdoms could only watch and envy.

The same Healing Potion cost half as much to produce in Alchemy City compared to other kingdoms, while the output exceeded them by more than a dozen times.

But envy was futile; this was a production line built by countless Alchemists over many years. Other kingdoms didn’t have this talent reserve, and even given blueprints, they couldn’t replicate it.

With this Alchemy industrial system, the Dwarf Kingdom could manufacture Magic Potions and enchanted equipment on a large scale. Coupled with the doubled population, the military strength of the Dwarf Kingdom would increase exponentially.

Given these developments, even if the Laine Empire broke through the line of death, the Dwarf Kingdom would have the power to fight again.

Hoffman Ironfist was eager to report this excellent news, as there couldn’t have been a better outcome.

After Hoffman Ironfist’s departure, Katherine strangely commented, “Aren’t you afraid he would refuse when you demand so much?”

The price Amberser asked for was a bit outrageous. The Dwarf Kingdom was in a state of collapse and retreat after being defeated by Laine, and relocations would cost a significant amount of manpower and resources. Amberser’s demand for billions of Gold Coins at this time seemed completely unreasonable.

“I was thinking of asking for the moon; I also thought they couldn’t afford it, but now, seeing Hoffman Ironfist’s reaction, I fear we’ve underestimated the financial power of the Dwarf Kingdom,” said Amberser, stroking his chin, unable to help wondering: “Does grave robbing really make so much money?”

Katherine then asked, “Why did you say we were working for the Elf Tribe?”

“Isn’t it about asking the Dwarves for wages? I sold myself to the Elf Tribe for love and peace. The Dwarf Race gained tremendous benefits from this, so it’s only reasonable to ask them for some compensation for the work, right?” Amberser replied.

Katherine was at a loss for words, as the Lich before her would indeed do anything for money.

However, Amberser, who had just been thinking about making money, suddenly changed expression and said to Katherine, “Don’t you think there was something strange about Hoffman’s visit this time?”

Displaying a puzzled look, Katherine inquired, “Strange in what way? As the other party in the negotiations, it’s not wrong for him to come and inquire after my being attacked, is it?”

“That’s true, but I still feel something’s off. He seemed to have another purpose when he arrived, but it seemed like he abandoned that thought when leaving… Forget it, the hearts of those in politics are filthy, their thoughts too complex to guess,” said Amberser.

Amberser didn’t care too much since it probably wouldn’t impact him much; otherwise, he would have sensed it earlier.

Everything was ready, just waiting a couple of days to sign the contract, and then he could just wait to collect the money.

Amberser was delighted within. Although the chaos had caused not a few casualties, compared to a real war between two nations, the number was much smaller, perhaps just a fraction.

Not only that, but Amberser would also help the Elf Tribe solve the issue of Magic Addiction. Tens of millions of Elves wouldn’t die in agony due to the disease.

All these added up, Amberser really lived up to the slogan “for love and peace,” saving countless lives and preventing much suffering.

If calculated this way, perhaps the Goddess of Pain was already screaming, scratching, and rolling on the ground.

Thinking about this, Amberser felt his Soul becoming clear and transparent as if reaching a state of enlightenment, a sense of self-actualization in his former life.

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Filled with excitement, Hoffman Ironfist quickly returned to the soon-to-be-completed castle.

Eager to relay the news to the Dwarf King, he found no response on the other end of the magical communication. The King was probably unable to sustain his body and was resting.

No one dared disturb the capricious Dwarf King at this time, leaving Hoffman Ironfist with no choice but to leave a message.

As he was preparing for the upcoming formal negotiations, the Magic Array uncontrollably lit up, and the image of a fierce dragon head appeared above it.

Hoffman Ironfist was both shocked and angry. This was supposed to be a unidirectional communication array. How did the Cerberus Family manage to send their image without him contacting them first?

Geronimo spoke in a deep voice, “Don’t be so surprised. The Dragon Race’s command of Magic surpasses all other beings; taking control of this Magic Array is not difficult. I connected the channels when I sensed you using the communication Magic Array, you don’t mind, do you?”

Hoffman Ironfist was tempted to cut off the communication immediately and leave the place.

He had already received what he desired from the Elf Tribe and did not want to get entangled with this group of Hell Believers any longer.

However, those who worship Hell are mostly madmen, and this Half-Dragon before him gave Hoffman Ironfist an impression of extreme brutality. If he cut off communication now, he didn’t know what the other party might do.

Enduring his inner revulsion, Hoffman Ironfist said to Geronimo, “Then, what is it that you suddenly seek from me?”

“Why, it’s about our previous collaboration. Didn’t you say that you would help me seize an opportunity to capture the isolated Elf Queen? It’s about time you notified me of the time and place, right?” Geronimo asked.

Hoffman Ironfist shook his head and said, “It’s not that simple. I met with the Elf Queen today, but unfortunately, I couldn’t lure her out. It seems our cooperation must come to an end.”

Geronimo’s vertical pupils stared at Hoffman Ironfist, giving him chills.

“Terminate the cooperation? Just like that, discarding us after making use of us? Isn’t that a bit too easy?” Geronimo said.

Hoffman Ironfist snorted coldly and replied, “No opportunity means no opportunity. If you don’t believe me, you can try for yourself. If you’re capable, storm the castle and kill them all.”

Geronimo hesitated for a moment, then said, “Fine, since you say so, let’s terminate the cooperation. Since it’s come to this, I believe the Elves will seek vengeance soon. We’re preparing to leave this place.”

Hoffman Ironfist breathed a sigh of relief. It would be best if these Hell Believers left, saving him the trouble.

Hoffman Ironfist said to Geronimo, “Leaving is your freedom, I wish you good luck.”

“Heh, it’s not that simple. Migration requires a substantial expense. Your Excellency, the King’s Hand, a little aid for former allies isn’t too much to ask, right?” Geronimo said.

This veiled threat actually made Hoffman Ironfist feel more at ease.

Hell Believers were not good people. If Geronimo was to leave so readily, Hoffman Ironfist would have his doubts. Now that they were asking for money, it was a good sign—they were likely sincere about leaving.

Hoffman Ironfist did not want to waste time and asked indifferently, “How much?”

Geronimo said, “Not much, just five hundred thousand Gold Coins, and I need them tonight, here in my territory. You should know the location.”

Hoffman Ironfist was somewhat disdainful. He had just finished negotiating a deal worth billions with Amberser; five hundred thousand Gold Coins was a trifling amount to him.

But the Cerberus Family was initially just an ordinary minor noble house; their entire fortune wouldn’t amount to much, so their asking price of five hundred thousand Gold Coins was reasonable.

“Alright, I’ll have someone bring the Gold Coins over.”

“No, you better come in person because I have a gift for you. Wouldn’t you be interested in the Gates of Hell?” Geronimo said.

“The Gates of Hell? You’re actually willing to give up such a thing?!” Hoffman Ironfist exclaimed in shock.

“Of course, while the Gates of Hell can be moved before they are opened, the farther the distance, the more complicated the required rites become. I plan not only to leave the vicinity of Alchemy City but to cross a large portion of the continent, far from the Dwarf Kingdom, the Elf Tribe, and the territories of the Laine Empire—there’s no way to take the Gates of Hell. Rather than abandon them, I might as well hand them over to you.”

“Your Excellency, the King’s Hand, I’m sure you will put these two Gates of Hell to good use,” Geronimo said.

“You’re actually willing to give the Gates of Hell to me? You think I would believe that?”

Hell Believers would never be so kindhearted; there must be a plot behind this.

Geronimo seemed to have no intention of hiding his purpose and said to Hoffman Ironfist, “Of course, I’m not going to give them to you that easily. Aren’t you at war with Laine? Laine has already claimed almost half the desert. I have only one request: open the Gates of Hell within Laine’s territory to let these humans understand the meaning of Hell.

“This is the wish of the master I serve. You know, if there’s one kingdom that has the worst relationship with Hell, it’s definitely Laine. This would be good for you Dwarves as well, right?”

Hoffman Ironfist hesitated. Although he still felt the Half-Dragon was not entirely honest, the two Gates of Hell were indeed tempting. If used properly, they could occupy the Laine Empire for a considerable time, allowing the Dwarves’ retreat and migration to proceed more smoothly.

After much deliberation, Hoffman Ironfist nodded and said, “Fine, I’ll deliver the Gold Coins in person.”

Geronimo opened his tooth-filled mouth and laughed aloud.

“Hahaha. Then I will wait for Your Excellency in the castle.”

After the magic communication was cut off, Hoffman Ironfist left the secret room and found his Captain of the Imperial Guards.

Hoffman Ironfist said to his Captain of the Imperial Guards, “There’s a special task tonight. I need you to use Shapeshifting to take my form and escort a shipment of Gold Coins…”