Chapter 29: Prophecy of Godhood
"How much gold can you offer?"
When Ambrose asked that question, both Naomi and the hag froze in disbelief. Even the hag herself hadn't expected negotiations to go this smoothly.
It took her a few seconds to process Ambrose's response before she blurted out excitedly, "You want gold? Fine! I can give you five thousand gold!"
Naomi's stomach dropped. Five thousand? Would this lich really betray her for a mere five thousand gold?
"No way," she reassured herself. "We agreed on ten thousand. The druids' offer is still higher, right?"
Ambrose, however, didn't bite. He just said coolly, "Only five thousand? That's not enough. The druids offered me fifty thousand."
Naomi: "…"
So much for that comforting thought. Turns out this lich could lie as easily as he breathed… wait.
The hag actually looked startled. Fifty thousand? That was absurd! Even if she butchered every druid and sold their hides and bones, it wouldn't get her anywhere close to fifty thousand gold.