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

Suppose that all the current luck and misfortune were just smokescreens released by the real Goddess of Fate, then why should one rush headlong into them?


The real key still lay within oneself, Amberser could only assume that it was the Goddess of Fate who had pulled him here, but for what purpose?


Goddess Tiamat watched Amberser's troubled expression and felt somewhat schadenfreude. This guy actually had his moments of pain; she should have poured salt on that wound.


However, Goddess Tiamat wasn't here to talk about faith with Amberser; she was more concerned about Amberser's plan.


"Now Hircine has already contacted those Abyssal Demons, but he hasn't told me how to lure you into The Abyss, and you're not a fool, you wouldn't go there yourself."


Amberser nodded and said, "Yes, so Hircine must want to catch something on me, something compelling I cannot reject, and then force me to go to The Abyss in person."


"Is this another bait you're throwing out?" Goddess Tiamat asked.


Chapter 625: This is a Game of Strategy_2