This Lich Requests More Remuneration

""You even know this, Lich, your erudition surprises me a bit."

Zariel was genuinely surprised. The contract between the Githyanki and Goddess Tiamat was considered extremely secretive information, possibly dating back to thousands of years ago, to an era when the Mage civilization was at its peak and records of such matters might have existed.

Over the years, those books had probably been lost.

Amberser did not feel pleased by Zariel’s compliment, but instead asked with great seriousness, "Are you going to destroy this world?"

Even the arrival of the Lord of the Dawn had not shocked Amberser as much.

In all the books Amberser had read, records related to the Githyanki were always the same: ugly, brutal, militaristic, racially extreme, utterly devoid of kindness and goodness.

To Amberser’s understanding, the Githyanki were once a slave race, who after gaining their freedom became extremely radicalized. The Githyanki were notorious invaders, fond of invading other worlds for enslavement and looting.

There were no poor among the Githyanki, they were all soldiers, trained from a young age to be part of the army. You could be a blacksmith, an archer, or a warrior in the frontline, but you could not be a civilian.

This race had no notion of farming, their provisions came entirely from enslaving other races, similar to the Spartan kingdom Amberser had heard of in his past life.

Zariel sneered, "You, a Lich, how could you say such a thing. The Laine Empire, illuminated by the Lord of the Dawn, ruling the continent—that should be your doom. Under the Githyanki’s brutal and simplistic rule, you Undead should be prospering."