Lich for Hire

The excitement on Heki Stone's face was so infectious that even Ambrose was drawn in.

The dwarven vampire had rushed over before even finishing his allotted questioning time. Whatever he had discovered, it had to be something major.

Ambrose continued drawing his magic circle as he said, "Go on, I'm listening."

Heki was clearly dissatisfied with this half-hearted response. This was a discovery that could shake the history of the entire continent.

But there was no changing Ambrose's attitude, so he pressed on. "Back then, Arthur Lyon must have suffered from a severe physical condition. That's why he left without a word."

"A legendary paladin… getting sick?" Ambrose frowned. "Got any proof?"

Paladins might shout about "holy light" so often it sounded like a catchphrase, but their power was undeniably potent. In theory, paladins didn't fall ill. They only aged.

Arthur Lyon was beyond even that. He might as well have been a demigod.

What kind of illness could affect someone like him?