This Lich is a Better Landlord Chapter 119

Ambrose was indeed very busy right now. The knowledge of the Weave was far too complex; just finding the parts he needed took up a lot of his time.

In the laboratory, drafts piled up like a mountain, all magical notes he had written.

Over a dozen *Mage Hands* held quill pens, recording simultaneously. Even Isabel was dragged over, solely dedicated to refilling the ink for these quill pens.

After busying himself like this for several days, Ambrose finally sorted out the content he needed.

Ambrose speculated that the cause of Magic Addiction was a pathological change in the body due to its inability to withstand Legendary power.

It was like putting a full suit of plate armor on a child. It indeed greatly enhanced defense, but the armor exerted pressure on the child every single moment.

Even if he lay down without moving, this pressure only lessened; it didn't disappear.

It was fine for a short time—people saw the armor was invulnerable, and while the child was a bit tired when moving, eating and resting more seemed to sustain him.

But over a long period, the pressure from the armor damaged the body.

However, this damage didn't manifest as physical injury, but rather caused a problem in the elf's internal mana circulation, creating a black hole that could never be filled.

In theory, as long as one could guarantee mana replenishment regardless of cost, Magic Addiction wouldn't be a problem. Like pouring all the elven race's magic potions into one person—that would surely be enough to replenish their mana.

But that wasn't the case. The symptoms of Magic Addiction would continuously worsen, and the mana black hole inside the elf would grow larger and larger. The final result was that no matter how much you poured in, just as much would dissipate. Nothing could be retained, and the pain of mana drainage couldn't be alleviated.

Therefore, to truly cure Magic Addiction, one needed to resolve this lesion.

The simplest method was naturally to return the obtained Legendary power while the condition wasn't severe. With the burden gone from the body, Magic Addiction wouldn't worsen.

But the Elven Queen's "Selfless Sharing" couldn't be retracted and was even genetically inheritable.

The second method was also simple: let those with Magic Addiction truly advance to Legend. Then this power wouldn't be a burden to them. But having half the elven race all advance to Legend was even less reliable than asking them to commit suicide.

So, the final solution had to be resolving the mana black hole.

Knowledge of the Weave provided Ambrose with a solution.

Ultimately, the mana black hole was a special manifestation of out-of-control magic. The Weave could completely solve this problem.

Original magic could turn you into an ice block just for lighting a small flame; its chaotic level far exceeded the simple effect of mana dissipation. As long as the effect of stabilizing magic was applied to the elves, it would perfectly solve the problem of Magic Addiction.

He had the theory, but practice became an issue.

Any magical experiment required materials. The best experimental subjects were naturally those elves infected with Magic Addiction. However, the initial experiments were bound to be cruel and bloody, likely requiring the sacrifice of hundreds of lives to obtain valid data.

This put Ambrose in a difficult spot. The prisoners at home didn't even number twenty. Even if he put them all on the operating table, it would be hard to meet the demand.

If he dissected them all but didn't get complete data, it would be hard to gain the elves' trust in the upcoming negotiation.

"Troublesome. Where can I find a few hundred elves infected with Magic Addiction to serve as experimental materials?"

When in doubt, ask the Elegy Society for help.

[Tiga Ultraman: Friends, my experiment has encountered a small problem. I need a large number of elves as experimental subjects to get the data I want and gain the elves' trust. But before getting their trust, I can't possibly get hundreds of elves as subjects. Do you possess any solutions?]

[Hates Humans: Brother, what are you talking about?]

[Tiga Ultraman: You don't understand, don't interrupt.]

[Hates Humans: If you tell me, won't I understand? What exactly is the secret of the elven race? I swear I won't tell the Desert Dwarves.]

[Tiga Ultraman: And then tell the other races of the desert so they can pass on the message?]

[Hates Humans: How is that possible? Am I that kind of person?]

Heggie Stone's fingers were trembling. He had been seen through immediately. This Lich was truly absurd.

Ambrose replied impatiently: [Don't interrupt. Give up on that idea. Until I settle things with the elves, I won't tell you.]

A moment later, Withered Rose appeared in the chat group.

[Withered Rose: Do you just need elves, or must they be elves from Silvermoon High Court? If any elves will do, I have many Drow slaves here. As many as you want.]

[Tiga Ultraman: Not just any elves. You know what the elves' trouble is. I need elves who have gotten into that trouble.]

Ambrose was just about to say Drow were useless, but on second thought, it didn't seem impossible. He said to Withered Rose: [Can you send me a few Drow? I'll try them out first.]

[Withered Rose: Of course, no problem. I can send them over right now.]

Withered Rose was as good as her word. Soon, she sent over a dozen Drow elves.

Ambrose looked at these gray-skinned Drow and was very grateful for the lady's generosity. Doing business with her was comfortable.

The Drow had all been branded with slave marks, completely losing their self-awareness. They would obey orders like puppets.

Ambrose didn't stand on ceremony with them. He first put them into his private space and froze them.

Then, he found Cicero's group of elves and drew a large, but not fatal, amount of blood from them.

Magic Addiction could be inherited through bloodlines, so it was very likely it could also be transmitted through blood.

The Drow and High Elves were originally one family. It was just that because a traitor, the Spider Queen Lolth, appeared among the elven gods and led the alienated elves into the Underdark, the Drow race came into being.

Physiologically, the two were similar. It was just that due to Lolth's influence, the Drow had developed sinister, vicious, and cruel personalities. Their greatest enemies were the surface elves. Using Drow for experiments, Silvermoon High Court probably wouldn't have any objections.

However, the premise was still that this Magic Addiction could be transmitted via blood.

Ambrose carefully examined the components of the blood, then injected it into the Drow separately. Fortunately, the elven race didn't have blood type compatibility issues, so random transfusions like this wouldn't cause problems.

Next was time.

Ambrose placed these Drow, devoid of self-awareness, into his private space, provided them with sufficient nutrients, and adjusted the time flow to the maximum.

One day outside, one year inside.

After a day passed, Ambrose opened his private space again to check on the Drow.

To Ambrose's delight, some of the Drow showed obvious changes in strength. They were stronger, faster, and consumed the food Ambrose prepared much faster than expected.

Although they looked no different on the surface, these mutated Drow had clearly gained the effect of "Selfless Sharing." Theoretically, they were all infected with Magic Addiction.

It was just that this disease required many years to show obvious side effects. These Drow were only in the early stages of infection.

Even using the private space to accelerate time, it would probably take a year or so for the onset of the disease.

Ambrose didn't have that much time to wait. Since they were experimental materials anyway, he could use slightly crueler methods.

Ambrose finally showed a bit of the cruelty of a Lich. He summoned the Golden Throne and cast an *Aging Spell* on one of the infected Drow.

The original effect of the *Aging Spell* was just to put the target into an aged state, not to actually make the target live through that many years.

But after being enhanced by the Golden Throne, this *Aging Spell* had an additional effect: intensifying the effects of internal diseases.

The Drow, instantly turned into an old man, began to howl in pain. Ambrose could feel his life force draining rapidly, as if something inside him had awakened and was constantly devouring his life essence.

"Success!"

The Drow gradually lost his sanity amidst the painful rolling. He roared madly and began to pounce uncontrollably at the Drow beside him.

Sure enough, just like the scene seen in the prophecy, the result of a Magic Addiction flare-up would cause an elf to lose their mind.

Imagine if all elves entered this frenzied state—how many elves would die?

No wonder they preferred to launch a foreign war. Dying on the battlefield and becoming martyrs was better than turning into madmen.

Ambrose restrained the mad Drow and began his first experiment.

To save time, he also entered the private space, using the time acceleration effect to begin his research.

This mad Drow was dismembered by Ambrose. From flesh to bone marrow, from body to soul, he checked thoroughly. It preliminarily confirmed Ambrose's hypothesis: the core lesion of Magic Addiction was the mana black hole. But this mana black hole was a bit special—it didn't just affect the body, it actually affected the soul as well.

Ambrose had thought this Drow was driven mad by the pain of being drained of mana, but after examination, he found that the mana black hole hadn't just drained his life force; even his soul showed deficits.

Ambrose couldn't help but sigh. "Double damage to both body and soul. The price of using power that doesn't belong to you is indeed high."

No wonder the gods weren't willing to help. The elves played too big this time and were too greedy. In the face of power, they lost their reason.

Although the idea was verified, there was still a considerable distance to finding a cure.

Ambrose turned to look at the other numb, sluggish Drow and said very sincerely, "Thank you for your contribution to academia. I promise I won't let you suffer unnecessary pain, nor will I waste any part of you, including your souls."

The next round of experiments began.