[ WP ] `` Well , somebody has to provide the immortality , and the life-force does n't come from nowhere ... ''

`` It took quite a while for the technologies to develop enough to make this method practical, but now that it is, we ***finally*** have an ethically sourced supply of life-force that is n't detrimental to the environment and *doesn't* require frequent - or any - murder,'' the man cheerfully explained. If one were to glance at him, they would *not* guess he spent his free-time moonlighting as a powerful necromancer. Most people would also say he looked nothing like a farmer. But that's what his day job was. 
 
 James `` Reaper'' Sullivan wore a lab coat over black T-shirt with the words `` I 💔 zombies'' written in red. He wore jeans, sneakers, and a pair of frameless glasses. On his hands, he wore purple, latex gloves, and on his chest, he had a nametag pinned to his jacket that labled him as the founder and head botanist of *NewLife Hydroponic Farms. * 
 
 He was also *the* elder lich. 
 
 The man across from Sullivan both simultaneously more eye-catching and yet more normal. He was impeccably dressed in a suit that *screamed* `` I'm rich as fuck.'' His watch alone cost more than the building they were standing in. But unlike the Reaper, David Caligula was just a man. A 827-year-old man, but a man nevertheless. 
 
 David raised an eyebrow. `` Truely, my Lord?'' His eyes gazed across the hydroponic farm. 
 
 James nodded. `` The wards on the building contain the necromantic energies and leech them out of the crops we grow here. It only adds about two week's time to the growth cycle of any one particular plant - we ca n't take all that much at any one time - but given the sheer number of plants growing in here...'' He waved his hand, motioning to the towering shelves of plants, all living off of the nutrient-rich mist sprayed on them and bright LED lights adorning every shelf. `` Well, quantity makes up for a lack of quality. *And* we get market-worthy food at the end, which can bring in additional cash.'' 
 
 `` That is excellent news, my Lord,'' the ancient man said. `` No necromantic energies tainting the lands, an endless supply of food and life-force, and reduced greenhouse emissions. This is truly a fantastic setup.'' 
 
 `` Indeed it is,'' the lich agree. He pulled a bottle out of his coat pocket; it glowed with the energies contained within. `` As promised, one more year of life. In return, I need an investment of $ 500k. I plan to open up more hydroponic farms like this one.'' 
 
 The rich immortal knew full well that the lich was more than wealthy enough to make such an investment with his own money. However, that money was tied up in other names and projects. Neither of them had lived this long without being careful. As such, David Caligula pulled out his phone and messaged one of his accountants. `` Done.'' 
 
 Hell, the Reaper practically *owned* David - mind, body, and soul - but the song-and-dance of business transactions was something the Reaper rather enjoyed. He tossed the bottle of life-force to the other man. `` A pleasure doing business with you.''
