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

The moment the Doomed Girl spoke, Hircine felt his mind become a mess.


Between these two Deities, was there some unknown relationship?


Hircine felt like a fool. It turned out these two had already joined forces beforehand. No wonder they could solve things without saying a word.


Hircine truly admitted defeat wholeheartedly. No comebacks, no contest of eloquence, everything was a sham.


Duke Deceiver had foreseen this day years ago, had planned ahead, and was just waiting for today to claim victory effortlessly.


Unable to help himself, Hircine said to Amberser, "Impressive, whether as a mortal or as a Deity, I am far inferior to you. But can you tell me what magic you cast when I first entered Hell? Or was that just a sham, a small trick to deceive me?"


Amberser looked down, gazed at Hircine, and then said, "It wasn't any magic, that was the Legendary Grace of Destiny Weaving I comprehended while still mortal."


Chapter 632: He Gives the Middle Finger to Fate