This Lich is a Better Landlord Chapter 49

If Ambrose were still human, seeing the vision of his own head being lopped off would have him writing his will. But for an undead, losing your head didn't necessarily mean death, especially for a lich like him. As long as his phylactery was intact, losing his head was no big deal.

The question was, who was this paper-white beauty in the vision?

Was she the one who would cut off his head, or was she a... friend he might get to know in the future?

If he could, Ambrose would have loved to have Harvey perform another divination, even if it cost more gold. However, the Goddess of Fate was like a high-class tease who flirted but never committed. She might lift her skirt for a peek now and then, but if you tried to see more, she'd turn chaste in an instant and slap you hard.

No seer could withstand a slap from Fate.

Thus, all those with the gift of prophecy followed the same rule: never scry the same event in the same period twice. And don't even think about exploiting loopholes, like scrying from a different angle or focusing on a different detail. All of it was a provocation to Fate, and her slap would surely come.

This was the rule of foretelling the future. Once you've seen it, you have to believe it.

No one could violate this rule, save for the Supreme God himself.

Therefore, whether Ambrose liked it or not, he could only continue to examine the remaining six fragments.

After the extremes of getting rich and losing his head, the third fragment was finally something Ambrose could understand.

It was The Slag and Ember bar on Southern Cross Avenue in the City of Alchemy, but in this future, it was a pile of ruins. It looked as if it had been crushed by something enormous, not only completely shattered but also leaving behind a deep crater.

"Tsk, tsk. This must be the price for marrying into a bone dragon's family and then having an affair. But what does this have to do with the secret of the sewers?"

Ambrose was puzzled. The Headless Knight's family drama shouldn't be connected to the sewer's secret, unless... the bar wasn't destroyed by that bone dragon lady.

Another confusing fragment. Ambrose had to move on.

The fourth prophecy fragment was simple and straightforward. Ambrose appeared in the sewers of the City of Alchemy, seeming to be performing some kind of magical ritual, but the image was fragmented and he couldn't see what he was doing. Although the scene was clear, it only told him that he would return to the sewers, something he could have guessed without a prophecy.

"A waste. This fragment cost me hundreds of thousands of gold coins."

Forcing down his heartache, Ambrose moved on to the next prophecy fragment.

Compared to the previous ones, the fifth fragment was very blurry, but Ambrose recognized the person in it.

It was the little druid girl who had hired him to rescue her people. What was her name again... Ambrose thought for a moment and finally remembered—Naomi Watts.

Her surname was quite special, seemingly related to an ancient and storied family of mages. But she was a druid, so it was probably just a coincidence.

Naomi's future didn't look bright. She was lying in a pool of her own blood somewhere, and her killer stood over her, holding a long knife. What was unsettling was the killer's attire. From the back, they looked like a druid.

In-fighting among the druids? Or had the girl broken some rule and been honor-killed by her own people?

And the location of the murder was very strange. It looked very familiar.

"Something's not right. Is she dying in the City of Alchemy's Hall of Wisdom?"

The City of Alchemy was governed by the Alchemists' Council, and the high-and-mighty council members held their meetings in the Hall of Wisdom. How did this druid girl end up in a place like that? Even if it was an internal druid conflict, they wouldn't carry out a murder there.

"The druids lured into the sewers, a murder in the Hall of Wisdom... This is getting more and more complicated. What on earth are those lunatics planning?"

The last two prophecy fragments seemed to be connected, and the content they displayed shocked Ambrose.

Because the City of Alchemy was flying.

It was a city on the brink of collapse, lifted into the air by some unknown force.

More than half of the city was already in ruins, constantly raining debris, shattered buildings, and living people down to the ground.

If there was any difference between the two fragments, it was that the last one showed someone from the Ryan Empire, likely a paladin. He stood at the highest point of the City of Alchemy, with members of the Alchemists' Council standing beside him, though their faces were blurry and it was impossible to tell who they were.

These two fragments undoubtedly contained the most information.

A city flying in the sky wasn't impossible. Long ago, when the Goddess of Magic still allowed mortals to use many high-level spells, mages loved to build their own floating cities. But then an accident occurred, and these floating cities fell from the sky, causing a disaster more terrible than a meteor shower.

Ambrose wasn't sure of the exact reason; it had happened before he was transmigrated. All he knew was that after this historical event, mortals' spellcasting abilities were greatly restricted. The Goddess of Magic was no longer generous in sharing her power with mortals, and floating cities faded into history.

Were those lunatics trying to turn the City of Alchemy into a floating city?

"That's not right, it's not logical. The city is in such a state of ruin. What's the point of making it fly?"

Ambrose felt this theory was unreasonable. Those crazy alchemists shouldn't have any interest in flying cities. It was a path trodden by their predecessors, not an innovation. Things that weren't creative and couldn't demonstrate the greatness of their alchemy were unlikely to hold their interest.

Besides, this was a city focused on academia and alchemical production. What was the point of flying, other than increasing transportation costs?

A city this small couldn't possibly provide a stable supply of various alchemical materials. It still relied on the surrounding minor lords to pay taxes to support these alchemists. These invisible tethers firmly bound the City of Alchemy. Making it fly was just pure foolishness.

"Unless... the City of Alchemy was forced to fly... wait, could it be because of the secret in the sewers? Is this thing so dangerous that the entire city had to take to the skies to escape it?"

Ambrose felt that his idea was very likely the truth.

Whatever those madmen had created in the sewers, they had screwed it up in the end and had to lift the entire city into the air to avoid complete destruction.

"In other words, they're going to screw it up."

Ambrose felt he had grasped the key to the matter.

Ambrose had Harvey clean up the laboratory while he rushed to the library, pulled out a few dusty old tomes, and began to read them carefully.

Just then, news arrived from the City of Alchemy. A member of the Alchemists' Council would personally come to Ambrose's castle to discuss how to handle the paladin, Alan Watson.

Hearing this, Ambrose finally remembered. The Headless Knight had been in a bad mood and had taken Alan to "spar." So many hours had passed. Was Alan still alive? Not crippled, he hoped.