In the small living room of the Land of Truth, Douglas met Francois.
Because he failed to advanced into legendary, many magic rituals that could extend the longevity by more than five hundred years were not usable for him. He was rather old, his hair sparse and grey. His skin was full of wrinkles, with spots here and there. But his blue eyes were as deep as an ocean, as if they accommodated the wisdom that had sunk in the passage of time.
"Francois, what brings you here? Are you ready for the lich transformation ritual?" Asked Douglas casually. As a member of the Affair Committee, the man should be occupied in such a moment.
Francois shook his head in a smile, "To be a lich, I will have to abandon the enjoyments and entertainments as a man. I may even become extreme and crazy because of negative energy. It really isn't the best choice. I haven't made up my mind yet. I'm still waiting to see if my cognitive world can be half solidified."
