This lich needs more money

The Mourning Poets Society may not be the only secret society in the world, but it should be the secret organization with the highest entry threshold.

You not only need to be a member of the undead, but also need to be at least a legend to be eligible to join.

It is neither a recommendation system nor an inheritance system. Only the president is qualified to invite members to join.

Therefore, over the years, the members of the Mourning Poets Society are scarce, and only a small tavern can be filled.

When the Withered Rose stepped into the tavern in the desert, only half of the members of the Mourning Poets Society had arrived, but there were outsiders in this tavern.

A group of things that looked like mercenaries were talking loudly in every corner, mostly talking about major events that had happened recently. It has been more than two months since the overseas war, but the impact has not subsided.

The desert is the territory that Ryan snatched from the dwarves. It was not very stable to begin with. Now Ryan is in chaos, and he has no intention of managing these territories.

The mercenaries talked about the large-scale evacuation of the paladins, which seemed to be an order from the new Supreme Judge. It is estimated that they will directly abandon the desert, and it is unknown when the dwarves will fight back.

The desert residents had just learned the prayers and hymns of the Lord of Dawn, but they didn't expect to change masters again. I really don't know if the dwarves will settle accounts after they come back.

Withered Rose quickly found her best friend, Canggu, the eldest lady of the Bone Dragon.

She wore a cloak that covered the horns of the dragon soul, and looked like an ordinary adventurer, but Gareth next to her didn't even wear a helmet, but just reduced his body size, revealing his identity as a headless knight.

Perhaps it was because of this arrogant look that other guests kept their distance.

You have to know that this is still Ryan's territory. Although Ryan has been a bit chaotic recently, an undead drinking openly in Ryan's territory is either an idiot or a strong man, and these two types of people should not be provoked.

Withered Rose sat next to Canggu and asked in confusion: "Your original body stayed in the dragon tomb?"

Canggu shook his head and said: "It's just outside the tavern."

Withered Rose said in surprise: "I can't see any abnormality, Canggu, you have become more powerful."

Although the legendary grace of Miss Bone Dragon is stealth, Withered Rose is too familiar with her and immediately noticed the change. Her ability seems to have made a leap forward.

However, Canggu sighed and said: "I would rather not have it. This is a blessing from the gods of the dragon clan. Not only me, but also some lucky people in the overseas dragon clan have been blessed, including my father."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Withered Rose asked.

"This makes my father think of returning to the mainland again. He doesn't think about it. Once the war starts again, won't we bone dragons be cannon fodder and scapegoat those useless dragons? In the end, they will take all the benefits. Do we bone dragons need food from the mainland? Do we need those enjoyments?"

Miss Bone Dragon has a completely different stance. Bone dragons are undead, and undead are not dragons.

Although the continent is in a mess now, the resurrection of the Dragon Tyrant is a great stimulus to them. If the dragons dare to return, they will surely be besieged by all kingdoms. At that time, the first to die must be the bone dragon.

Withered Rose sneered and said: "The dragon gods are unwilling to give up. They would rather let the dragons in this world become extinct than let them continue to live overseas."

"Isn't it? A bunch of idiots think they are really capable. I asked Gareth to suppress my father, otherwise he would not have time to breathe."

Withered Rose:...

Gareth also made an irritable sound.

"I am also annoyed. I want to hold back my strength, but the old guy has become stronger after receiving the blessing. I may not be able to hold him down if I hold back my strength. Later, I used too much force, and Canggu blamed me..."

Before he finished speaking, Gareth was punched by Miss Bone Dragon.

"You're about to chop off my father's head! I can't blame you?!"

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I'll practice more and make sure I can catch your father unharmed!"

...

Withered Rose looked at the flirting couple, feeling a little envious and sad. When Amber was still there, the two of them seemed to have never been so close.

Originally thought that these were not important, but after the other party left, Withered Rose found that her obsession had changed because of him.

Ryan was no longer important, and the next thing she had to do was to bring his soul back.

Although she had made up her mind, Withered Rose still couldn't bear to see her bestie showing off her love, so she interrupted the two and asked, "Why did you choose this place?"

Canggu shook his head and said, "I don't know, it was decided by the poet."

Canggu pointed, and Withered Rose found that the poet was standing behind the bar and wiping the cups.

The poet was still dressed like a bard, and looked like a down-and-out idiot who could never become famous. He was not skilled in being a bartender, and his actions of wiping the cups were not only not pleasing to the eye, but also made people feel that he had a grudge against the cups.

Withered Rose did not greet the poet. She just wanted to wait for the president to arrive, and then ask this mysterious senior, hoping that he could help bring back the soul of that person.

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

The dwarf vampire came faster, floating into the tavern with his feet off the ground. His height of 1.2 meters gave off a 2-meter-high aura, but it was a bit awkward that his feet did not touch the ground after he sat down.

The ghoul Yugas followed closely behind, still looking like an elegant gentleman, and followed by a dark-skinned strong man, who was obviously the shrunken giant Yim.

Even though he had shrunk in size, he was still over two meters tall, and his muscles looked scary.

What made it even more embarrassing was that Im was sitting next to Heki Stone, making the dwarf vampire look no bigger than Im's arm.

Huggie Stone wanted to change places, but soon Ai Ge arrived, and the mysterious president also arrived.

This time, the president still looked like a skinny skeleton, wearing a tattered robe that covered most of his body. Seeing this person appear, all the members of the Mourning Poets Society stood up and bowed respectfully to him.

Everyone in the Mourning Poets Society has received more or less help from the president.

Gareth was rescued with the help of the Code of the Undead, Canggu was successfully reincarnated with the ring given by the president, and Ai Ge was personally guided by the president to help her learn the language... Needless to say, others have all been trained by society more or less. Long favor.

The tavern seemed crowded as the Mourning Poets Society gathered.

Moreover, there were undead of legendary rank present, so dark magic would naturally gather around them. The temperature in the tavern began to drop rapidly. Many guests noticed something was wrong and left the tavern in a hurry.

Not long after, only the members of the Mourning Poets Society were left in the tavern.

The poet sighed helplessly: "It's not easy to do business, and I'm going to lose money again today. I originally wanted to learn from Diga's brother and experience the feeling of starting from scratch, but when I started doing it, I realized that it's not easy."

When the poet mentioned that name, everyone's expressions became more serious.

The poet raised his glass and said to everyone: "Today we are gathered here to commemorate our deceased friend. Although we didn't get along for a long time, he was an interesting little brother. Since the establishment of the Mourning Poetry Society, three members have completely passed away. , please drink this cup to the full for our friends, and please remember that the souls of the dead are not truly immortal.”

The wine was golden and exuded a strange aroma. Apoptotic Rose drank the wine in one gulp, and immediately felt as if her soul had been soothed. This was obviously brewed specifically for the undead.

But she didn't care about this enjoyment at all. When everyone put down their wine glasses, Apoptotic Rose couldn't bear it anymore and impulsively asked: "President, can you tell me where his soul is?"

The president put down the wine glass, looked at Apoptotic Rose calmly, and then said, "You want to bring his soul back?"

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

Everyone looked at the president, even Huggie Stone couldn't help but look forward to it.

No matter what the previous relationship was, the lich was everyone's friend after all, and the lich behaved like a friend indeed. Help Ai Ge become a god, help Apoptotic Rose get revenge, help Gareth handle housework...everyone remembers everything.

The dead man is indifferent, but even if he only talks about interests, everyone in the Dead Poets Society still hopes that he can come back.

However, the president just shook his head and said, "You can't do it. No one can pay the price."

Apoptotic Rose said in surprise: "Even you can't do it?"

"I am just a skeleton that has lived for a long time. I don't have the power you imagine. His demise is the path he chose. There is no possibility of resurrecting him in the mortal world."

Apoptotic Rose listened, but immediately discovered the key word.

Not in the mortal world? Just can't do it in this plane?

"President, please tell me, where is he?"

The president said slowly: "The souls of sinners can only fall into hell."