Li Wei had never been a dragon who liked forcing others against their will.
Seeing that this turncoat who had tried to stage a "coup" only to keel over on the spot would rather "play dumb" than submit, he thought it over and decided against the urge to stuff his foot into the other party's mouth.
He reckoned that if he really did that, given this fellow's earlier behavior, the guy might well "die" for him on the spot.
Ah, broad daylight, making such a life-and-death fuss would look rather bad.
Of course, whether the other party would climb out of his coffin again afterward was another matter entirely.
Compared to this "necromancer," who seemed to have had at least a little status in life, Li Wei had no perverse habit of making others lick his feet.
Still, the other party had mentioned, "You will become my first batch of subjects after my revival," hadn't he?
And this habit of making people kiss his feet at the drop of a hat...
Hmm, rather interesting.
Li Wei immediately grinned. "So you were actually a Pasha in life? Then what exactly is your relationship with that cuckold king, Syl-Pasha?"
The word Pasha was practically another name for the regional rulers of Calimshan.
It was just that in recent years, the title had depreciated somewhat. Every lord of a separatist city-state now called himself a Pasha.
On the contrary, that Syl-Pasha, who could already furnish a bespoke walk-in wardrobe, was a rare genuine article—and an exceptionally stupid one.
It was not that Li Wei lacked imagination. Rather, aside from Captain Blade aboard that Netheril Magic Ship, there truly were no particularly ancient figures among the liches Li Wei knew of.
After all, while liches theoretically possessed infinite life, their "shelf life" was limited.