This Lich Requests More Remuneration

The Laine Empire, a remote small town, far away from those big cities, was the countryside of the countryside.

Kaid Watson lay comfortably in his rocking chair, sipping rum leisurely.

Life was quite comfortable until the hundreds of meteors that fell in the mirror, that apocalyptic scene made Kaid Watson spit out the rum in his mouth.

Tens of thousands of Githyanki, more than twenty dragons, just gone like that?

Kaid Watson, as part of the new generation of Laine, hadn’t really experienced much war; the Magic Dragon War of over a thousand years ago was just history recorded in the books, its true horror hard to imagine.

This time, Kaid Watson was genuinely startled.

Wasn’t this Lich going a bit too far? Even the Laine Imperial Capital couldn’t withstand such a terrifying meteor shower, could it?

Fortunately, fortunate enough, he was mediocre, too high to ascend, too low to sink, and now lying in the countryside, life was already very comfortable.

Even more luckily, he had obtained such a Magic Mirror, and Kaid Watson hadn’t disappointed Amberser; he had already successfully communicated with that Mr. William Harvey in secret and conducted trades for alchemic products like the flying backpack.

Thanks to this Magic Mirror, nobody could imagine that Kaid Watson could contact Harvey in the desert without stepping outside; small items could even be transported through the Teleportation Circle that came with the Magic Mirror.