This lich needs more money

Chapter 500 How to spend the end of your life

 “I will lock you up and make sure no one can kill you!”

Amber Xiu was stunned by Apoptotic Rose's words. Is there another trick like this?

But Amberxiu could only refuse.

"I'm afraid I will disappoint you. The future I foresee is not decent. I don't want anyone to see it."

Apoptotic Rose was still not ready to give up, and asked: "Then tell me, who killed you? I will help you solve the murderer now."

Melina also stood up excitedly and said to Amber Xiu: "That's right, father, together we can try to kill even the gods!"

They just don't believe it.

Amberxiu could only smile and say: "Well, since you still insist, then I will try my best. I will make an analysis based on the future I have seen. I will ask you after I have studied all the details of the prophecy. help."

Hearing what Amber Xiu said, Apoptotic Rose finally breathed a sigh of relief. She was only afraid that Amber Xiu would give up on her own. As long as he maintains confidence, anything can be solved with his wisdom.

After repeatedly telling Amber Xiu to contact her at any time, Apoptotic Rose reluctantly took Melina back to the Dark Hell.

But when Amber Xiu sent the two of them into the teleportation array and the light dissipated, another middle-aged man with a decadent temperament appeared.

He was dressed in the garb of a minstrel and strumming the strings of his lute.

Amber was about to speak when she heard the man sing.

"Oh, my dear friend, you are about to leave me, and I can only play songs alone here that no one listens to..."

The lyrics and uncomfortable chords, which are so straightforward that they appear to be uncultured, are indeed poets.

Ambrose waited awkwardly for the poet to finish singing this farewell song, and then clapped his hands against his will.

The poet bowed politely to express his thanks, crushed the lute into a black shadow, and then said to Amberxiu: "You are almost dead, why don't you dare to tell the truth? This song is actually very unpleasant to your ears. Yes."

Amberxiu said awkwardly: "It seems that my acting skills are not very good."

The poet put away his joking expression, patted Amber Xiu on the shoulder and said: "You are a lich, you have no shame. Where do you get your expressions and where do you get your acting skills? But it doesn't matter no matter how good you are at acting, I know it very well." My music is unpleasant to you because my soul is not structured the same as yours, and the music I like is just noise to others.”

Amberxiu was even more embarrassed now. He had praised the poet's "musical taste" harshly before, but it turned out that everyone knew everything.

The poet had no intention of continuing to embarrass Amber Xiu. He just said to him: "I heard it just now. You were lying to Qiangwei and your daughter. You have actually given up, right?"

Amberxiu said helplessly: "Outsiders cannot understand the power of fate. My death is inevitable, and delaying time will only make it worse. After I regained the power of fate, I was actually prepared. It’s just that death is coming faster than I thought.”

"You still have a chance to be reborn," the poet reminded.

The last time he listened to the poet's music blessing, Amberxiu got three opportunities to be reborn. Once he cheated Rose, and the second time he cheated Shar. The effect of the last rebirth was still maintained.

But Amber Xiu said with a smile: "It seems that you, senior poet, don't understand the meaning of fate. It will be useless to give me ten thousand more chances to be reborn."

The poet was surprised by Amberxiu's calmness, which was completely different from his usual behavior in the chat group.

"I'm curious what you see the future looking like."

Amberxiu said with emotion: "That was so embarrassing. I don't really want to describe the scene at that time."

"Even if you know that you will die in a very embarrassing way, you will accept it?"

"It's not whether I accept it or not, it's the fact, but please rest assured that I will not end my life carelessly.

"My senior brother, he only wanted to restore the glory of his family in his life. The moment he met death, he chose to sacrifice himself to save the entire kingdom. Selwyn avoided his fate all his life, but he never gave up and fought against it. Fight and leave your last hope to me at the last moment. I am also a prophecy mage, so I can't lose to them."

"Well, I'm really not a believer in fate. After all, when I was born, the fate of this world was just chaos. Shar asked me to give this to you. I originally thought I wouldn't be in a hurry, but I didn't. Thinking of you suddenly... maybe this thing can bring you a change. "

"What did Shar give me?"

Ambrose doubtfully took a cloud of dark smoke from the poet's hand, and he showed a shocked expression after sensing it for a moment.

"Is this all the knowledge of the Dark Web? How could Shar give this thing to me?"

Amberxiu knew the value of this thing very well. It was not too much to say that it was equivalent to a priesthood. Shar had been busy for most of his life to replace the goddess of magic. This was the result of his research, and he was giving it away now?

Once Amber Xiu masters the above knowledge, it is equivalent to letting the goddess of magic also learn this knowledge, and then Shar will never have a chance.

"Wait a minute, this is... the magic of Karthusden!" Amberxiu's hands were trembling. This spell is so famous. According to legend, this is the one that can make people instantly become gods. It is more powerful than the wish spell. More, because the magic of Karthusden replaced the goddess of magic. What's even more outrageous is that the last person who cast this spell succeeded.

Although it was only for a moment, Karsus did take the place of the goddess of magic and became the master of the magic network. Then he and the magic network were blown up.

Then this spell was banned by the second-generation magic goddess, and became a magic that must not be used.

Amberxiu said doubtfully: "Shar wants me to cast this spell to help him get rid of the goddess of magic? Is he crazy? How could I do this?"

The poet smiled and said: "Originally I thought it was impossible, but now it seems that it is not possible. Aren't you about to die? What could be a more memorable death than blowing up the goddess of magic? Could this be fate?" "

Amberxiu put away the dark aura, and the poet's suggestion made him deep in thought.

But he didn't really want to blow up the goddess of magic. Let's not talk about whether he could succeed. He had no grudge against the goddess of magic. Why provoke this powerful goddess?

But the emergence of the magical spell of Karthusden gave Amber Xiu a strange feeling, because in the future he saw, he seemed to die in the magic circle of this spell.

Originally, Amberxiu couldn't recognize what kind of magic circle was depicted in the hazy picture, but after briefly looking at the content of Karthusden's magic just now, Amberxiu felt that the two magic circles were very similar. .

"I definitely won't commit suicide to cast this spell, so why on earth do I appear there?"

Amber was thinking about it, and the poet couldn't help but ask: "What are your plans next?"

"arrange?"

"You are going to die. Are you really going to do nothing?" the poet asked strangely.

This lich said before that he would not end his life carelessly. The deaths of the two previous prophetic mages also left a mark, so this lich should also learn from it.

Will he take the time to record what he has learned throughout his life and pass it down?

Or use world weaving technology to leave a world wonder similar to the golden desert?

Or will he give up everything he has now, change the way he lives, and really make sacrifices for world peace?

The poet is looking forward to it. He is eager to see Amberxiu's transformation.

Because he really likes the lich in front of him. Even though he doesn't know anything about music, he is the most interesting "friend" he has met in recent years.

In the past, when bragging about heroes, they always said that a mortal body is as good as a god, but this sentence is a bit inappropriate when applied to Amber Xiu. It should be a mortal body that deceives the gods.

As long as he lives, the world is an interesting place.

The poet wanted to remind Amber Xiu that as long as he could transcend his own desires, the president would let him take over the priesthood of Death.

If this lich were to be the **** of death, I think the world would be a lot more interesting.

And as long as he accepts the priesthood of the God of Death, the so-called fate of death cannot affect him.

God of Death, how could he die?

If you master the concept of death, you will have countless clones at the same time, in each stage of death, or you will be completely above this concept and will not be affected at all.

Each Shinigami has a different understanding of death, but they all possess the same true immortality.

But the poet is also very aware of President Yeager's standards. Once he reminds him, it means Amberxiu loses the chance to compete. "Jaeger's old-school character likes twists and turns. I really don't know what fun it is to be a Riddler."

The poet can only hope now that Amberxiu can figure it out for himself.

Death is close at hand, and it's time for this lich to wake up.

Come on, go beyond your own desires, go beyond your greedy nature, think about a more meaningful life, you will get more, and you can completely avoid this death.

"How many days do you have left, and what are you going to do?" the poet asked.

"I plan to speed up the construction of the alchemy factory, collect funds quickly, and then withdraw funds from other businesses to make a lot of money. As for the World Peace Conference, we must also speed up. Let the kings come over as soon as possible to achieve it as soon as possible. Cooperate and make a lot of money..."

Amberxiu said a lot, leaving the poet dumbfounded.

"Wait, stop it first. I'm not asking you what to do with your business. I'm asking about your life. Your life is about to end. What should you do now."

Amberxiu said calmly: "You should make a lot of money."

poet:…

This lich, who only thinks about making money, is hopeless.

(End of chapter)