Chapter 385: The Weight Of Information
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385 The Weight Of Information
"Can you answer those questions?"
Seeing the white-scaled Monster's silence, the Undead Lich pressed.
"You offer Souls and Bodies to Necromancy. You offer everything in its pursuit. You care about the lowly being born from that? It's pathetic. You don't understand Necromancy, or yourself. They just rise up you say? A Necromancer isn't that simple. You offer up and use everything for the sake of your goal and pursuit. Friends, foes, allies, lovers... I've even seen some use family members. You take them all, and turn them into puppets. Their Soul is bent and broken to fit whatever it is you want. You care about them? Of course, you do. They were made for and by you after all. All of them-"
"Shut the fuck up." Mark interrupted, his eye wide with repressed anger. "Are you trying to get a reaction out of me? Cause that's not happening."
The white-scaled Monster's hand was twitching, but the Undead Lich could tell that it would take more than that to make him leap, fangs baring and claws extended.
Mark has gotten better at controlling his anger and frustration.
He has also gotten better at letting it out when the right opportunity presents itself.
"Well, does this mean you want to move on to-"
"I'm guessing that'll take some of that goodwill away. Since you were purposefully trying to get me to break the Contract."
The Undead Lich chuckled, but its tone was on the severe side. novelBIn
"It very well might."
"I think I get it then. You've done your job."
"I'm pleased to hear that. Now, onto yours. What makes you think that the Soul comes before the Body with such certainty?"
"You're an Undead Lich. Isn't that enough? You keep your Soul bound to those Bones, but they are not your Body."
"Souls are born when Bodies is born. These Bones might not be my original Body, but my Soul was born with my original Body." "So you had a Body before this one?" Mark inquired, keeping in mind the Mural he had seen outside.
"That has nothing to do with this."
"I want to renegotiate the Contract."
"Absolutely not. I've done my part."
"You've helped, I agree. You've helped define the problem, not solve it."
"Solving is your job."
"The Contract we signed entailed that you would help in solving the problem."
"That's how you want to play this?"
"System, subtract the Value of Information that didn't have to do with the Skill, Necromancy, or Rituals."
"That's cheating."
"Is it? There's value in blabbering on, don't you think? Is there anything I said about those three topics that you would have rathered me leave out?"
"... Nothing comes to mind."
"Good."
[Calculating...]
"75.000 Gold Coins." The Undead Lich declared a second later.
"Am I supposed to take your word for it?"
The Undead Lich snapped its fingers, and a screen showing that exact value appeared in front of Mark.
"How can I make sure this isn't an Illusion or something?"
"You doubt your eyes that much?"
"I do."
"Well, I refuse to give out further Information before we deal with this issue."
"System, is there anything weird with this screen or value?"
[There is nothing wrong with it.]
"Satisfied?" The Undead Lich asked obnoxiously, guessing what had appeared in front of the white-scaled Monster.
"Yes." Mark asnwered.
He thought silently for a bit.
'I only have about 500 Gold Coins on me. If I had enough, I wonder if the System would have accepted payment instead of an exchange of Information. It probably can't enforce it though. Enforcing it could work... But would drive the value that I would need to pay higher. Probably? I can't ask him much more for now. Not while this Contract is valid.'
"Well?"
"System. Weigh the Information I have in mind."
"That's cheating."
"Is it?"
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385 The Weight Of Information
"Can you answer those questions?"
Seeing the white-scaled Monster's silence, the Undead Lich pressed.
"You offer Souls and Bodies to Necromancy. You offer everything in its pursuit. You care about the lowly being born from that? It's pathetic. You don't understand Necromancy, or yourself. They just rise up you say? A Necromancer isn't that simple. You offer up and use everything for the sake of your goal and pursuit. Friends, foes, allies, lovers... I've even seen some use family members. You take them all, and turn them into puppets. Their Soul is bent and broken to fit whatever it is you want. You care about them? Of course, you do. They were made for and by you after all. All of them-"
"Shut the fuck up." Mark interrupted, his eye wide with repressed anger. "Are you trying to get a reaction out of me? Cause that's not happening."
The white-scaled Monster's hand was twitching, but the Undead Lich could tell that it would take more than that to make him leap, fangs baring and claws extended.
Mark has gotten better at controlling his anger and frustration.
He has also gotten better at letting it out when the right opportunity presents itself.
"Well, does this mean you want to move on to-"
"I'm guessing that'll take some of that goodwill away. Since you were purposefully trying to get me to break the Contract."
The Undead Lich chuckled, but its tone was on the severe side. novelBIn
"It very well might."
"I think I get it then. You've done your job."
"I'm pleased to hear that. Now, onto yours. What makes you think that the Soul comes before the Body with such certainty?"
"You're an Undead Lich. Isn't that enough? You keep your Soul bound to those Bones, but they are not your Body."
"Souls are born when Bodies is born. These Bones might not be my original Body, but my Soul was born with my original Body." "So you had a Body before this one?" Mark inquired, keeping in mind the Mural he had seen outside.
"That has nothing to do with this."
"I want to renegotiate the Contract."
"Absolutely not. I've done my part."
"You've helped, I agree. You've helped define the problem, not solve it."
"Solving is your job."
"The Contract we signed entailed that you would help in solving the problem."
"That's how you want to play this?"
"System, subtract the Value of Information that didn't have to do with the Skill, Necromancy, or Rituals."
"That's cheating."
"Is it? There's value in blabbering on, don't you think? Is there anything I said about those three topics that you would have rathered me leave out?"
"... Nothing comes to mind."
"Good."
[Calculating...]
"75.000 Gold Coins." The Undead Lich declared a second later.
"Am I supposed to take your word for it?"
The Undead Lich snapped its fingers, and a screen showing that exact value appeared in front of Mark.
"How can I make sure this isn't an Illusion or something?"
"You doubt your eyes that much?"
"I do."
"Well, I refuse to give out further Information before we deal with this issue."
"System, is there anything weird with this screen or value?"
[There is nothing wrong with it.]
"Satisfied?" The Undead Lich asked obnoxiously, guessing what had appeared in front of the white-scaled Monster.
"Yes." Mark asnwered.
He thought silently for a bit.
'I only have about 500 Gold Coins on me. If I had enough, I wonder if the System would have accepted payment instead of an exchange of Information. It probably can't enforce it though. Enforcing it could work... But would drive the value that I would need to pay higher. Probably? I can't ask him much more for now. Not while this Contract is valid.'
"Well?"
"System. Weigh the Information I have in mind."
"That's cheating."
"Is it?"
385 The Weight Of Information "Can you answer those questions?" Seeing the white-scaled Monster's silence, the Undead Lich pressed. "You offer Souls and Bodies to Necromancy. You offer everything in its pursuit. You care about the lowly being born from that? It's pathetic. You don't understand Necromancy, or yourself. They just rise up you say? A Necromancer isn't that simple. You offer up and use everything for the sake of your goal and pursuit. Friends, foes, allies, lovers... I've even seen some use family members. You take them all, and turn them into puppets. Their Soul is bent and broken to fit whatever it is you want. You care about them? Of course, you do. They were made for and by you after all. All of them-" "Shut the fuck up." Mark interrupted, his eye wide with repressed anger. "Are you trying to get a reaction out of me? Cause that's not happening." The white-scaled Monster's hand was twitching, but the Undead Lich could tell that it would take more than that to make him leap, fangs baring and claws extended. Mark has gotten better at controlling his anger and frustration. He has also gotten better at letting it out when the right opportunity presents itself. "Well, does this mean you want to move on to-" "I'm guessing that'll take some of that goodwill away. Since you were purposefully trying to get me to break the Contract." The Undead Lich chuckled, but its tone was on the severe side. novelBIn"It very well might." "I think I get it then. You've done your job." "I'm pleased to hear that. Now, onto yours. What makes you think that the Soul comes before the Body with such certainty?" "You're an Undead Lich. Isn't that enough? You keep your Soul bound to those Bones, but they are not your Body." "Souls are born when Bodies is born. These Bones might not be my original Body, but my Soul was born with my original Body." "So you had a Body before this one?" Mark inquired, keeping in mind the Mural he had seen outside. "That has nothing to do with this." "I want to renegotiate the Contract." "Absolutely not. I've done my part." "You've helped, I agree. You've helped define the problem, not solve it." "Solving is your job." "The Contract we signed entailed that you would help in solving the problem." "That's how you want to play this?" "System, subtract the Value of Information that didn't have to do with the Skill, Necromancy, or Rituals." "That's cheating." "Is it? There's value in blabbering on, don't you think? Is there anything I said about those three topics that you would have rathered me leave out?" "... Nothing comes to mind." "Good." Calculating... "75.000 Gold Coins." The Undead Lich declared a second later. "Am I supposed to take your word for it?" The Undead Lich snapped its fingers, and a screen showing that exact value appeared in front of Mark. "How can I make sure this isn't an Illusion or something?" "You doubt your eyes that much?" "I do." "Well, I refuse to give out further Information before we deal with this issue." "System, is there anything weird with this screen or value?" There is nothing wrong with it. "Satisfied?" The Undead Lich asked obnoxiously, guessing what had appeared in front of the white-scaled Monster. "Yes." Mark asnwered. He thought silently for a bit. 'I only have about 500 Gold Coins on me. If I had enough, I wonder if the System would have accepted payment instead of an exchange of Information. It probably can't enforce it though. Enforcing it could work... But would drive the value that I would need to pay higher. Probably? I can't ask him much more for now. Not while this Contract is valid.' "Well?" "System. Weigh the Information I have in mind." "That's cheating." "Is it?"
