Lich started to regret killing his guide. It was theoretically her fault for sleeping next to him, but that doesn't mean she would have greatly shortened his stay in the city.

Of course, one shouldn't blame himself for the stupidity of another, and the meat was very good, so it didn't take long for him to forget about it.

Now, his goal was to find someone else who would help him. The only two routs that didn't rely on luck were finding the slaves or helping the masters. Siding with the revolutionaries would be easier, but helping them would surely take a lot of time.

The other option was helping the former rulers. After all, it was impossible that a 4-story tall building packed with rich people wouldn't have at least one set of comfortable clothing. He could probably quickly get what he wanted, while being sure it wouldn't burn or get torn up before getting him.

The city hall was hard to miss, so it didn't take Lich more than a few minutes to get to it. Three people were guarding the main gate. One of them carried a machete, while the others had crossbows—the guns of the new world.

He reminisced about the times when there was enough ammo and guns even in places with the most restrictive gun laws. He could shoot at people, and these people could shoot at him. In short, the world was a far more exciting place.

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“Stop! Iden– Oh God, It's Lich!”

“It seems that someone knows me. Indeed, that is my name.”

After all of his stunts (like burning a whole town to the ground, or helping a gang of bandits destroy a city) he became something along the lines of a niche real life micro-celebrity. Some feared and hated him, while other loved what he did, but there was one thing that everyone agreed on. He had skills.

“Why are you here?” This time, the man said without screaming.

“I want clothes. They must feel good to wear, and not obstruct my movement. If you give me five sets, I can do some jobs for you.”

The guard was confused. He wasn't sure whether to doubt Lich, or his own ears.

“So you climbed the wall, and made your way here just for clothes? How am I supposed to believe that?” A woman with a crossbow spoke this time.

Lich was getting tired of talking, so he just flashed the security crew. Of course, the mangled up dress protected them from seeing his member, but they saw his dry and cracked skin.

“Just give me some clothes. I don't want them to be dirtied by blood, but if you're so stubborn, I guess beggars can't be choosers.”

They started talking among themselves, and the woman that called him ridiculous entered the building. Lich had to wait a few minutes, but after that, he got invited into a room. It was fully equipped, and even had a filled bathtub.

“Wait here and we'll call you once you're needed.”

The second Lich was left alone, he stripped and jumped into the bath. It was a rare experience for him, since staying on the move was far more comfortable. No need to build connections, and being bored is anatomically unachievable when being chased by humans and beasts alike.

Not thinking about anything in particular, he sat in silence for around 10 minutes.

“Am I getting old?”