Nine Lives Fat Cat

With just three sentences, you convinced the Paladin to spend five thousand Gold Coins for you. 
You truly are a master of the Undead who thoroughly understands human nature!
…
"Respected Master Amberser, after our review by the editors at 'Legendary Spells' Publishing, we regret to inform you that your paper 'Research on the Non-Humanoid Form Modification of Undead Creatures' is unsuitable for publication in our monthly magazine. We suggest that you submit your work to a magical academic journal with less stringent review requirements."
A burst of ghostly blue flame erupted from the tips of fingers, reducing the rejection letter.
"Damn it! You bastards are purely discriminating against liches, discriminating against undead magic!!!"
"Drop dead!"

This Lich Requests More Remuneration

Amberser looked at the infuriated Zariel, hastily offering a conciliatory smile and said, "How could this be considered blasphemy? My respect for you has not diminished one bit, it's just that I genuinely can't find a warrior who matches Melina. You've also seen Melina's power, there really isn't anyone in Gloomyland who could give her a fierce and satisfying battle."


Zariel snorted coldly and told Amberser, "You could capture a paladin from Laine, I'm quite interested in that."


"What a coincidence, that's exactly what I had in mind, which is why I summoned you. Do you have any interest in Laine?"


Looking at Amberser's beaming face, Zariel suddenly had a bizarre feeling: was this Lich setting a trap for her to fall into?


After their last encounter, Amberser had left Zariel with a very unpleasant feeling. No wonder so many Deities loathed this Lich to their bones — his words sounded pleasant, yet Zariel felt deeply unsettled.


Chapter 329: Threatening the Hell Lords