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

Sevres did not understand Amberser; his impression of the Lich was limited to a few titles: Diviner Mage, Lich, member of the Elegy Poetry Society, and it seemed he was an Alchemist as well.


In his outdated mind, Amberser was just a minor character who dabbled in a little bit of everything.


As for the banishment from the Kingdom of Impure Hymns, what Sevres had heard was that the principal had sacrificed themselves and Amberser was just a middleman spouting clever words in front of the Grand Duke of Hell.


The Lich had been so short on money that he took in his own son-in-law, charging him rent to get by.


With such a state of affairs, Sevres wondered if the society's president had been confused in their sleep, allowing such a Lich to join the Elegy Poetry Society.


If it weren't for the name of the Elegy Poetry Society, Sevres really wouldn't have thought much of this Lich.


Chapter 372: The Concept God Known as Death