382 Subjective Value, I

'Is it seriously talking this openly in my presence? Thinking about him as an "It" might be a mistake though...' The Undead Lich thought as the white-scaled Monster took a seat.

The distance separating the two was about two dozen meters.

"So I used to have this Skill, right..."

'Seriously?'

"I used to be able to bring back the dead right away. Their wounds would heal and they would stand up to fight for me-"

The Undead Lich broke out in laughter, interrupting Mark.

The latter stared silently for a bit before continuing.

"So it-"

"What do I get in exchange for helping you?"

"Huh? Didn't we settle that already? I'll tell which one comes first, the Body or the Soul."

"That won't do."

"Why not? Aren't you curious?"

"I am. But it's not a fair exchange."