This Lich Needs More Money

Chapter 120 The Basic Morality of the Alchemist

As darkness fell, Isabel was sorting through the pile of experimental materials in the candlelight.

It is obviously extremely precious knowledge, but Isabel just hopes that she can forget it immediately, because the content recorded above is too horrifying.

Isabel once thought that this lich master was a rare kind person, but the information in front of her told Isabel a cruel fact.

A lich is a lich after all.

 Undead have no morals or bottom line, they can do anything.

Isabel’s hands were shaking, but she didn’t dare to stop because she was afraid that she would become one of the experimental reports.

Fear made her eyes red, but Isabel couldn't find anyone to talk to. Her brother Raul has completely become a believer in the lich master and obeys his orders unconditionally.

Let him know how she feels, and Raul might even give her a tough lesson.

The only thing Isabel thinks about now is her teacher, the castle ghost who always appears and disappears.

 Perhaps this is the only one who can give her some spiritual comfort.

 “Teacher, save your poor student, I’m going crazy.”

Big tears fell, blurring the ink and staining the parchment.

Just as Isabel was wiping it in a panic, a magical light flashed, and the dirty parchment quickly returned to its original appearance.

 “Why are you crying? Go and rest when you are tired?”

A confused voice came, making Isabel raise her head in surprise, and then she saw the black-haired boy with unique features.

 "Teacher..." Isabel said in a crying voice, and finally couldn't help crying loudly.

Amberxiu frowned and looked at this fragile girl. He had overestimated the endurance of human beings.

 The fingertips once again shot out a magical light, falling on Isabel's body. This quiet and focused spell gradually calmed Isabel down.

The little girl wiped her eyes sheepishly and said to Amber Xiu: "I'm sorry, teacher, I couldn't hold it back for a moment."

Amberxiu asked: "The ability to withstand stress is still a bit bad, can't you bear this workload?" Isabel quickly said: "No, it's not the workload, but these experiments... too cruel, too inhumane, I Just seeing it makes me feel terrible. "

 “Is this the reason?”

Amberxiu showed an expression of sudden realization.

"It's normal. This is the reaction that humans should have, because elves look similar to humans." Amberxiu comforted, "Maybe you can feel better this way. What drow elves like to do most is to capture surface elves. They tortured them to please their **** Lolth. They have a long history of torture for the high elves. Do you feel better after knowing this?"

Isabel's eyes widened. She was a country girl and she really didn't know this. She just heard that drow elves were all liars and murderers. Under normal circumstances, they should never be believed.

"But...but...the drow are bad people, can we treat them like this?"

Amberson did not blame Isabel, but said happily: "Good question, it's finally time for you to think about this problem."

 “Teacher, what do you mean?” Isabel asked doubtfully.

“I mean, it’s a sign of maturity as an alchemist that you finally have to think about the definition of experiment.

“You think these experiments are cruel because the drow look like humans, which makes you empathize.”

Isabel quickly said: "No, it's not just their appearance, they can also think and have feelings...Does the lich have the right to be above them and use them as experimental subjects?"

Amberxiu shook his head and said, "Of course not."

"But, now..." Isabel suddenly didn't know what to say. Could the teacher also be opposed to Master Lich's experiment?

Amberxiu continued: "Not only is there no distinction between the undead and the living, but also between humans and other species. The key is who wins and who loses. If you lose, you will lie on the operating table or dining table. .

“Do you think those frogs and lizards that died on your hands are inferior to others? Haven’t you heard the classic story of the hunger striker?”

 Isabel shook her head.

Amberxiu had no choice but to explain: "It's a story. There was a human aristocratic lady who originally liked eating meat, until one day she drank a bottle of animal talking potion by mistake.

"Then she discovered that animals are intelligent and have feelings. Before being slaughtered, the yak was still talking to its companions about its newborn child, and when it saw the butcher coming, it would lament the fate of itself and its mother. Same.

“Hearing the words about the animals, the aristocratic lady felt so disgusted that she decided not to eat meat anymore and became a vegetarian.”

Isabel said doubtfully: "So, this is a good thing?"

Amberxiu said: "The story is not over yet. This noble lady had a hard time giving up meat and persisted for several years. When she really became a vegetarian, she met a talking tree spirit. A tree spirit. An elder who is also wise and affectionate, he generously allowed the noble lady to understand the language of plants. It turns out that fruits and vegetables also have their own families and friends. "

 Isabel:…

 “What do you think will happen to this noble lady?” Amberxiu asked.

 “She…starved to death?”

“No.” Amberxiu said with a smile: “She started eating meat again.”

 Isabel:…

Amberxiu patted her shoulder and continued: "People eat birds, birds eat insects, and insects eat grass... We live in a world where all races have wisdom and emotions. The weak eat the strong not because of their status, nor are they moral. It's just their own needs.

"The drow became experimental subjects, not because they are inferior to others, nor because they are cruel and evil, but because they did not escape." "Whether it's a lich, a human, or a frog that you cut open and mashed, We are all equal beings. We are simply adapting to our place in nature, or striving to reach a higher level.

"Human, you are not the only intelligent being above us. If you want to love all intelligent creatures in the world, you must first become a god. Only gods who are above you are qualified to escape from the cycle of cannibalism. Only when you no longer need to eat can you be qualified to consider being killed. What it feels like to eat.”

 Isabel thought for a while and said softly: "But... can't we choose other methods, such as euthanasia and other painless methods?"

Amberxiu nodded and said in agreement: "This idea is right. As an alchemist, what you should do is respect your experiments.

"Never take it for granted that you control the life and death of others. Don't do experiments when you're not sure, don't waste the data obtained with your life, don't let your experimental subjects suffer unnecessary pain, and don't do it because it's boring and meaningless. Sacrificing your mice for experiments is the basic morality of a scholar when doing research.

"But at the same time, don't be bound by the word torture. Just like people want to eat and eat meat. In the eyes of the Shadow Druid, isn't steaming, roasting, etc. not torture? In the eyes of the jackals, hollowing out A human's internal organs are not cruel; cutting down trees is simply a heinous atrocity in the eyes of the deadwood; the drow throwing the high elves to feed the spiders is just their traditional coming-of-age ceremony and a tribute to the goddess Lolth. The most pious sacrifice.”

 This principle was something Amberxiu only figured out after living in this world for many years. At the beginning, he still retained the supreme mentality of mankind and looked down at the world, feeling that as a human being, he had a responsibility to every species in the world.

 Later, it was discovered that human beings are just one type of living beings, and even gods can be cruel. Io allows **** to exist. This is not his happy home earth.

To say that all things are animistic on earth is self-motivation. If you lament that all things are animistic here, even goblins will laugh at you: "Isn't this nonsense?"

Amberxiu said in a tone of experience: "In short, in different worlds, don't apply moral standards mechanically."

 “Different worlds?” Isabel seemed to hear something strange.

"That's not the point. The point is whether you can accept this cold reality. Like the noble lady in the story, you either have to figure it out and go back to eating meat, or you starve yourself to death. If you can't figure it out, don't be an alchemist. ”

 Isabel felt a little confused after hearing Amber Xiu’s words.

Although I haven’t fully figured it out yet, these cruel experimental records in front of me don’t seem so uncomfortable.

Seeing that the employees were back to work, Amberxiu no longer wasted time. Every time he changes into human form, it's because he needs to go out to meet people.

　Today is the same, the day of negotiation with the elves has arrived.

 With the efforts of Amberxiu, he finally completed his research before this day. Although the manuscript is still being sorted by Isabel, the experiment has been mostly successful.

 He now has enough confidence to meet the elves of Silver Moon Highgarden.

 Watching Isabel start sorting out the information again, Amberxiu left the castle humming a pleasant tune.

 As expected, the students trained by me are easy to fool, so after saying a few words, they continued. Other alchemists have their own set of standards. They either find ways to do something small for you, or they yell for more money, which can annoy people to death.

This is also the reason why Amber Xiu doesn’t want those alchemists. It’s hard to fool them and the control cost is too high.

 Step out of the castle and drift into the night.

Amberxiu flew towards the destroyed Alchemy City, and the location of this negotiation was on the ruins.

The dwarves of the Kingdom of Gold are represented by the Hand of the King, Hoffman Ironfist, while on the elven side, the Elf Queen Catherine comes in person.

To be honest, this scene was a bit too solemn. Amber Xiu originally thought that the elves would only send someone similar to the prime minister at most.

As the intermediary and the initiator of this negotiation, Ambrose needs to prepare for the venue issue.

An Boxiu simply chose a relatively flat open space in the ruins. After a few earth wall techniques, he built a huge platform, and then placed some tables and chairs casually. It focused on a "simple" style. .

After setting up the venue, Amberxiu made dozens of ghostly ghost fires to illuminate the venue so that people could see it from a distance.

At about the appointed time, a troop of dwarves appeared not far away.

 The envoy from the desert dwarves has arrived.

Amberxiu looked over and saw that they were all elite dwarf iron guards. Each one of them was wrapped in thick steel armor, and even the eyes were inlaid with crystals.

Hoffman Iron Fist walked in the center. Although he was not tall enough, Amberxiu did not dare to look down upon him, because he was obviously a strong man of legendary rank.

On the other hand, the dwarf next to Hoffman Iron Fist seemed too lively. As soon as he saw Amberxiu, he waved and said, "Brother, we finally meet."

Hooky Stone, a vampire who floated without touching the ground with his feet, seemed to be half a head taller than the other dwarves. When he saw Amberxiu, he warmly greeted him.

Amberxiu also liked this friend who brought him big business. The two met happily without any embarrassment of their first meeting.

Amberson briefly chatted with Hoffman Ironfist for a few words, and then invited the dwarves to sit down.

 Now, just wait for the elves to arrive and the negotiation can begin.

 However, when the appointed time passed, the elves still did not show up.

Hoffman Iron Fist said dissatisfied: "Don't these arrogant elves even understand the basic courtesy of punctuality?"

Amberxiu also felt that something was wrong. The Queen's personal visit showed that they attached great importance to this negotiation. How could they be late?

Amberxiu opened his palm, and several dice of destiny rotated in his palm, and then turned into an image.

The elven envoy was trapped in a sea of ​​fire, surrounded by many ferocious monsters roaring.

 “Is this...a **** demon?”

 (End of this chapter)