The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

In a magical world, making glass is a very simple thing.

As long as you find transparent mineral raw materials and use fire magic to collect the juice over a high fire, you can get a molten mineral solution.

Use wind magic to shape the glass, and then use water magic to cool it down, and the crystal clear vessel will be ready.

Rose was playing with the glass goblet made by Li Gang, her eyes full of admiration.

"Son~ You are such a genius!"

Li Zheng was pondering the refined gold, amethyst and other minerals on the table. When he heard his mother praising him, Li waved his hand to indicate that there was no need to make a fuss.

"I originally thought I would have to look for quartz, but it turns out there are so many suitable minerals. This world is really convenient."

The tone in which Li said this had a strong flavor of Earth. When Rose heard it, the excitement in her heart immediately cooled.

It has been a long time since her son communicated with her in another identity. Seeing him show another attitude today, Rose guessed that Li had something important to say.

Li took out the gold coins obtained from the Frere family from his pocket and gave them all to his mother.

"Mom, the south may be in chaos. We live on gravel hills. If we want to live a good life, we can only rely on ourselves."

"I heard from your father that you built another village in the basin. You wanted to accumulate strength, and then..."

Self-proclaimed king.

"Mom, what are you talking about? I just want to protect myself and want everyone to live a better life."

It is impossible to establish oneself as a king with the current strength. Neither the territory nor the population is enough to support the establishment of a country.

"Live a better life. Mom will definitely support you in this matter!"

Rose was ostracized by her family and exiled to the Gravel Hills, a remote area to open up wasteland. She had long been harboring dissatisfaction with the kingdom.

Seeing that her son was rebellious, Rose was actually happy to see it happen.

However, Li's father, Jack, did not agree with the mother and son's idea.

"You can't do this kind of thing privately just because you've been wronged. You're making an enemy of the entire kingdom. Isn't that insane?"

The fact that Jack became an adventurer when he was young meant that he had more light and justice in his heart than others.

In Jack's eyes, betraying the kingdom and forming a secret force are all despicable acts.

Seeing that Jack was stubborn, Li was about to retort when his mother took action first.

Rose pinched Jack's ears and gave him a series of twists and turns.

"You stupid fool, our son is not rebelling, he is just organizing forces to protect himself. You manage the militia all day long, aren't you doing the same thing!"

“Can this be the same…”

Just as Jack was about to retort, the force on his ears increased a little more.

Jack, who was not afraid of having his arm broken, was severely suppressed by his wife. He could only keep silent and hide in his room.

The troublemaker finally left, and Li told his mother what he really thought.

"Mom, I need your help, help me find someone."

"Looking for someone? Who are you looking for?"

"Find a great mage."

Rose looked at Li seriously, nodded and took the task.

After telling his mother what he wanted to do, Li discussed the issue of the Book of the Dead with Rose again.

"Mom, is there really no way to seal this book?"

"Yes, but with our current strength, I'm afraid we can't do it."

Lee nodded his understanding and put the Book of the Dead back into the box.

The box is made of mithril, and the inner wall is inlaid with dozens of different kinds of magic crystals. The waves released by the crystals interfere with each other, distorting the light in the box to form a magic mist.

This box was made by Li while he was studying glass, using all the gems borrowed from Lilith.

The force field formed by multiple gems can interfere with the flow of magic power. Theoretically, it should be able to block the influence of the Book of the Dead on the outside world.

However, Li knew very well that the Book of the Dead was too strange, and this small metal box was just psychological comfort.

"Xiao Li, help me put the box back to the bedroom."

"Okay, Master~"

Xiaoli is very happy to work for Li, especially since everything Li does now is useful.

The young master has become successful and can bring money to the family. Xiaoli has been in a very happy mood recently.

Xiaoli returned to the second floor carrying a heavy box. Listening to the conversation between the young master and his wife downstairs, Xiaoli felt relieved.

After living in this family for several years, Xiaoli, who felt out of place in the beginning but has integrated into the family now, can't help but recall the miserable days of her childhood.

At that time, she was still a noble lady like Miss Lilith, wearing a puffy skirt and having a noble status...

Xiaoli was sitting on the balcony of the castle, with a maid standing beside her whose expression could not be seen. The maid was pouring a drink of unknown flavor from the teapot.

Xiaoli is short and small. She sits on a high-back chair and swings her short legs. She laughs, and no one knows what she is happy about.

The maid, whose expression could not be seen clearly, bent down and said something to Xiaoli. Xiaoli's happiness disappeared in an instant. The only thing left in her sight was the teapot in the maid's hand. The teapot with gold rim was gurgling with blood.

The whole view is filled with bright red.

Suddenly, someone seemed to pat Xiaoli on the shoulder. Xiaoli turned around quickly, but saw a scene that made her even more frightened.

Xiaoli turned her eyes back and saw corpses everywhere. Her mother, father, brother, and all her family members were lying in a pool of blood.

With a bang, Xiaoli's feet got stuck on the floor. She lost her balance and fell to the ground with the box in her hand.

"Xiao Li, what's wrong with you?"

Li's inquiries came from downstairs. Hearing the sound of Xiaoli falling, Li interrupted his communication with his mother and wanted to go upstairs to check the situation.

At this moment, Xiaoli felt an inexplicable fear in her heart. She was so afraid that Li would come up and that the young master would see how useless she was.

"Master, I'm fine, I just tripped!"

Xiaoli stood up quickly and hurriedly closed the open lid. In her haste, Xiaoli did not notice that a magical light flashed in the box in her hand.

"Xiao Li, are you really okay?"

"Yes sir, I'll put the things away right away!"

After putting the things in Li's room, Xiaoli quickly ran downstairs. She pretended nothing had happened and smiled politely at Li and Rose.

Seeing the two of them talking again, Xiaoli couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The sudden memory of the past made Xiaoli feel terrified. Looking at the messy living room, Xiaoli subconsciously found a rag and bucket and started to clean up the debris on the floor.

Xiaoli has been busy picking sour fruits recently and hasn't mopped the floor for a long time. Doing the familiar work again, Xiaoli slowly regained a sense of security.

"Why do I think of the past..."