Chapter 142: Preparing to Move
With Geronimo captured, Alkhemia was finally tranquil once more.
The petty lords had accepted reality. Caught between two great kingdoms, there was little power left for them. They were no protagonists who could rally the masses and command the winds of history; no, that was the lich waving the banner of "love and peace."
This Master Megaman, previously unknown to most, had become famous across the continent for his role in Alkhemia's downfall and the subsequent turmoil to come.
Not only because he had mediated the war between the Golden Kingdom and the Court of the Silver Moon, but also because he was a lich.
A lich, doing his best to end a war peaceably?
Naturally, many people insisted that a lich could not possibly be so noble as to save the world. He had to be plotting something.
Perhaps this lich intended to betray both the dwarves and elves with peace talks in public and assassinations in private, plunging Alkhemia into even greater chaos.
Such conspiracy theories enjoyed a robust market. Even the former followers of the Mistress of Pain, the brutal House Skinner, firmly believed that Ambrose was preparing some grand design to bring suffering upon the world.
Every act of kindness was merely part of his plan.