On the way back to the inn, Li Wei glanced at the half-elf trailing behind them with a rather dazed expression. He smacked his lips, seeming quite displeased with this newly acquired "baby."
Wasn't it just one look?
And it wasn't like everything had been exposed, right?
Was there really any need to act like the world was ending?
With such a weakling mentality, Li Wei had no idea how the other party had managed to embark on the arduous path of a necromancer.
More importantly, she really looked ridiculously weak. What use was a "baby" like that?
Shouldn't anyone capable of becoming a lich at least have been a Grand Mage?
Could it be that too much of her soul essence had been "burned away" during her rebirth, leaving her brain obviously not quite functional now?
Although he had watched the horrifying entire process of "Misar" "returning a soul to a borrowed corpse" through the intelligence slime, the other party had spoken nothing but a language he completely failed to understand after coming back to life. Naturally, he had no idea that this freshly hatched "half-elf" he had caught was, if her "previous life" was counted, truly a bona fide big shot—
Xiaen VII, the once-renowned last monarch, Krenville Quisa!
In life, she had been a level-31 necromancy-specialized mage / level-5 Grand Mage, a terrifying existence who had nearly touched the ceiling of Combat Strength on the Material Plane. Even in the talent-rich Netheril Era, she had been able to stand shoulder to shoulder with powerful figures of Brian's generation.
And if Krenville knew what Li Wei was thinking right now, she would likely disdain him for talking without feeling the pain. Why not try borrowing a woman's body for rebirth yourself, then say that?
Krenville had undoubtedly noticed