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

Shakatry's vertical pupils stared intently at Hircine as she questioned him in a low voice, "Is this your plan? Has the Great Lady already retreated?"


Shakatry's voice possessed a unique hoarseness that made one's bones tingle as if countless venomous snakes were crawling through it. Hircine, now only an avatar, found it hard to withstand the pressure and could only clench his teeth and persist.


Faced with Shakatry's questioning, Hircine, without thinking and out of habit, bluffed, "The Great Lady is merely observing for the moment. The Devil's power is not as weak as imagined, and the Great Lady has already breached the space, ready to provide support at any time."


"Is this your plan?!" Shakatry roared again.


The Great Lady saw something wrong and ran away, and now Hircine was still bluffing her into moving forward?


Despite the Snake Demon Queen's greater hatred for the Devils, even the Demon Lord was no fool; he would not knowingly jump into a pit.


Chapter 629: The Devil with the Best Reputation_3