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 promise had enough weight, and the Elf Tribe could finally rest easy.


After bidding farewell to the three Goddesses, Amberser courteously received the Lord of the Dawn in the same manner, giving the exact same answer.


Amberser bluntly told the Lord of the Dawn, "Don't worry about me scheming against Heaven Mountain, I'm not interested."


The Lord of the Dawn, feeling somewhat relieved after hearing this, couldn't help but ask, "With billions of devils in Hell, and as the true Deceiver, it's normal for Heaven Mountain to be concerned. Why don't you tell me the truth, Duke Deceiver, what exactly are your plans?"


Amberser said with a smile, "You always think too highly of me, but in truth, I've been forced into my current position. Now that I'm finally free, all I want to do is to play the lord and enjoy life as a wastrel in Hell."


Chapter 633: Some People Always Remain the Same (End Celebrations)_3