This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 579 - 515: Where Am I?

Chapter 579: Chapter 515: Where Am I?

The Elegy Poetry Society might not be the only secret society in this world, but it should be the one with the highest barrier to entry.

You not only have to be a member of the Undead, but you also need to be of Legendary Rank to be eligible to join.

It’s neither by referral nor by inheritance, only the Guild Leader has the authority to invite members.

Therefore, over the years, the Elegy Poetry Society has remained quite exclusive, only needing a small tavern to accommodate all its members.

When Withered Rose stepped into this desert tavern, only a handful of the society’s members had arrived, but surprisingly, there were also outsiders present.

A group looking like mercenaries were loudly discussing recent events in various corners, mainly about the overseas war that had ended more than two months ago, but whose impact was far from settled.

The desert was a territory Laine had snatched from the Dwarves, never quite secure to begin with, and with Laine itself in chaos now, there was even less consideration given to managing these lands.

The mercenaries talked about the mass withdrawal of the Paladins, which seemed to be the command of the new Supreme Decree. It looked like they were considering abandoning the desert entirely, with no telling when the Dwarves might come back to reclaim it.

The desert dwellers had just learned the prayers and hymns of the Lord of the Dawn, and now it seemed they would have to switch allegiances once again. It was uncertain whether the returning Dwarves would seek retribution during the fall.

Withered Rose quickly found her best friend, Miss Bone Dragon Pale Bone.

She was cloaked, hiding the twin horns of her Dragon Soul, appearing no different than an ordinary Adventurer; however, Gareth beside her wasn’t even wearing his helmet, just reduced in size, his identity as a Headless Knight unmistakable.

Perhaps it was the brashness of his look that kept the other patrons at a respectful distance.

After all, this was still Laine territory; although Laine was a bit unstable lately, any Undead brazenly drinking in Laine territory was either a fool or a powerhouse, and neither should be trifled with.

Withered Rose sat beside Pale Bone and asked in confusion, "Is your true body left in the Dragon Tomb?"

Pale Bone shook her head, "It’s just outside the tavern."

Withered Rose, surprised, said, "There’s not a single trace to be seen, Pale Bone, you’ve become more skilled."

Even though Miss Bone Dragon’s Legendary Grace was stealth, Withered Rose knew her too well and immediately sensed the change; her abilities seemed to have improved leaps and bounds.

However, Pale Bone sighed and said, "I would rather not have it, it’s a blessing bestowed by the Dragon Pantheon. Not just me, some lucky ones within the Overseas Dragon Clan have also received blessings, including my father."

"Isn’t that a good thing?" Withered Rose asked.

"It just gave my father the foolish notion of returning to the mainland. He fails to consider if war breaks out again, it is we Bone Dragons who will become cannon fodder, shielding those useless Dragons. And in the end, all the benefits go to them. Do we Bone Dragons need the sustenance of the mainland? Do we need those pleasures?"

Miss Bone Dragon had a completely different stance; Bone Dragons are Undead, and Undead are not Dragons.

Regardless of the current chaos among the kingdoms on the mainland, the resurgence of the Magic Dragon Tyrant has greatly shaken them. Should the Dragon Race dare to return, it would inevitably provoke a united assault by all the kingdoms. By then, the Bone Dragons would certainly be the first to perish.

Withered Rose said with a sneer, "The deities of the Dragon Race are relentless, eh? They would rather have Dragons extinct in this world than let them continue to live in exile."

"Exactly, a bunch of fools still think they have real power. I had Gareth suppress my father; otherwise, I wouldn’t have had a moment’s peace."

Withered Rose: ...

Gareth also made an annoyed sound.

"I’m annoyed too. I need to conserve my energy, but after receiving the blessing, the old man got stronger, and without using my full strength, I might not be able to hold him down. Then I used too much force, and Pale Bone blamed me..."

Before he could finish, Gareth received a punch from Miss Bone Dragon.

"You almost chopped off my father’s head! How can I not blame you?!"

"Blame me, yeah, blame me all you want. I’ll practice more and guarantee to catch your father unharmed!"

...

Withered Rose looked at the playful banter between the two, feeling somewhat envious yet also melancholic. She thought that she and Amberser had never had such closeness before.

She had thought these things unimportant, but after he left, Withered Rose realized her obsessions had all changed because of him.

Laine was no longer important; what she wanted to do next was to bring his Soul back.

Although she had made up her mind, Withered Rose still couldn’t stand seeing her close friend show off her love and interrupted their conversation to ask, "Why choose this place?"

Pale Bone shook his head and said, "I don’t know, the Poet decided it."

Pale Bone gestured with his hand, and only then did Withered Rose notice that the Poet was standing behind the bar, wiping glasses.

The Poet was still dressed like a Bard, looking like one of those destitute strugglers who couldn’t find fame, and even as a bartender, he wasn’t skilled, his movements as he wiped the glasses were not only unpleasing to the eye but made one feel like he had a vendetta against the glasses.

Withered Rose didn’t greet the Poet, as all she wanted now was to wait for the Guild Leader to arrive, and then ask this mysterious senior if he could help bring that person’s Soul back.

After quietly waiting for a little while, the members of the Elegy Poetry Society arrived one after another.

The Dwarf Vampire arrived relatively quickly, floating into the tavern with his feet off the ground, his one meter twenty height exhibiting the aura of a two-meter-tall presence, but once he sat down, the sight of his feet not touching the ground was somewhat embarrassing.

Ghoul Yugas followed closely behind, still in his elegant gentleman guise, accompanied by a dark-skinned, buff man, obviously the Giant Imu with his size reduced.

Even with his size reduced, he still stood over two meters tall, his muscles alone looking intimidating.

What made the situation even more awkward was that Imu decided to sit next to Hake Stone, making the Dwarf Vampire seem smaller than Imu’s arm.

Hake Stone really wanted to move to another spot, but soon Aige arrived, and so did the mysterious Guild Leader.

This time, the Guild Leader still wore the appearance of a skin-and-bones Skeleton, with a tattered robe draped over most of his body. Seeing this figure appear, all the members of the Elegy Poetry Society stood up collectively, respectfully bowing to him.

All the members of the Elegy Poetry Society had received help from the Guild Leader, more or less.

Gareth was saved by the Necromancy Codex, Pale Bone managed his rebirth with the ring bestowed by the Guild Leader, Aige was personally guided by the Guild Leader to learn language... The others need not be mentioned, each had received the Guild Leader’s favor to some degree.

When the Elegy Poetry Society assembled, the small tavern seemed crowded.

Moreover, everyone present was of Legendary Rank among the Undead, and Dark Magic Power naturally gathered around them, causing the temperature in the tavern to plummet. Many customers noticed something was amiss and hurriedly left the tavern.

Before long, only members of the Elegy Poetry Society remained in the tavern.

The Poet lamented with resignation, "Running a business is truly not easy, I’m going to lose money today. I originally wanted to emulate young Diga, to experience the feeling of starting from scratch, but it turns out it’s not easy at all."

Upon hearing the Poet mention that name, everyone’s expression became more solemn.

The Poet raised his glass and said to everyone, "Today we gather here to honor our departed friend. Although our time together was short, he was an interesting little brother. Since the founding of the Elegy Poetry Society, three members have fallen completely. Please, everyone, drink this cup in full for our friend, and remember, the Undead are not truly immortal."

The golden liquor exuded a strange fragrance, and as Withered Rose drained the cup, she immediately felt as though her Soul was comforted, clearly a brew specially made for the Undead.

But she couldn’t care less about this pleasure; when everyone set down their cups, Withered Rose could no longer restrain herself and impulsively asked, "Guild Leader, can you tell me where his Soul is?"

The Guild Leader put down his cup and calmly glanced at Withered Rose before saying, "You want to bring back his Soul?"

"Of course, no matter the cost!" Withered Rose said firmly.

Everyone looked to the Guild Leader, and even Hake Stone couldn’t help feeling a bit hopeful.

No matter their previous relationship, that Lich was ultimately their friend, and he truly behaved like a friend. Helping Aige to achieve Deification, aiding Withered Rose in her revenge, assisting Gareth with domestic affairs... Everyone remembered it all.

The emotions of the Undead are detached, but even if it were just about interests, the members of the Elegy Poetry Society would still hope for his return.

However, the Guild Leader simply shook his head and said, "You can’t do it, the cost is one that no one can pay."

Withered Rose exclaimed in surprise, "Even you can’t do it?"

"I am merely a Skeleton who has lived a very long time, I don’t possess the power you imagine. His demise was the path he chose himself, and the Mortal Realm no longer has any possibility of reviving him."

Upon hearing this, Withered Rose immediately spotted the keyword.

The Mortal Realm doesn’t have it? So it’s only impossible within this Plane?

"Guild Leader, please tell me, where exactly is he?"

The Guild Leader spoke slowly, "The Soul of a sinner can only descend into Hell."