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 almost laughed in frustration at the woman's insanity and retorted, "Funny enough, I don't care about whatever craziness you're spouting either. So, come back to me."


Amberser had already located Parurier's position, reached out, and traversed through the void, snatching the madwoman back.


Though Parurier tried to resist, how could she defy the Power of the entire world and was directly pulled back into the grand library by Amberser.


Amberser didn't care to ponder about her life perspectives, and bluntly said, "I want to launch a counterattack into The Abyss, to extend the Blood River Battlefield to the other half. I already have a Commander in mind. You will serve as his adviser. Any problems with that?"


Parurier frowned and said, "What are you talking about? You've always told me about ending the Blood Battle, but now you're expanding the battlefield. Do you even know what you're doing?"


Chapter 622: You and I Have Never Escaped the Web of Fate_3