The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Li's malicious provocation eventually backfired.

As the old saying goes, don't mess with a woman, especially a middle-aged woman who has been single.

On behalf of Carton, Ximanda agreed to further cooperate with Li. As proof of cooperation, Li received a pair of panda eyes.

Lilith took out a handkerchief with a distressed look on her face, dipped it in cold water and slowly massaged Li.

"Master, I'll go see Master Ximanda off."

Li nodded while groaning, and Xiaoli, who had obtained permission, quickly ran out and caught up with Ximanda who had left earlier.

After Ximanda walked out of the hotel, he went straight to an empty alley. After waiting for a while, he saw Xiaoli hurriedly catching up with him from behind.

Xiaoli first adjusted her breathing, then respectfully saluted Ximanda with the etiquette of a maid.

"Thank you for your support, Master Ximanda."

"No need to thank me. It's your ability to convince me that I am your young master."

"No, this thank you is mine. I sincerely appreciate your help."

Xiaoli raised her head and looked at Ximanda seriously. Ximanda felt something from Xiaoli's eyes, but did not respond.

"baffling."

Ximanda turned and left, Xiaoli was still standing there. Xiaoli bent down towards Ximanda's back, moved her lips slightly and said something.

"Weakness is also a good disguise, and I have benefited a lot from it."

The sound of the wind blew away Xiaoli's low murmurs, and it was not known whether Ximanda heard it.

Xiaoli was in a very happy mood after seeing Ximanda off. She had lost contact with her savior a long time ago and thought that the man had failed in his mission and died.

But today when I met Himanda, I felt a familiar breath.

There is a big difference between Ximanda and the person Xiaoli knows. They look like two completely different people, but some fundamental things will not change.

It turned out that she did not die, but found her home.

Xiaoli felt that she had found her home, and this happiness washed away the pain and torture she had ever suffered.

When Xiaoli returned to the hotel room, she found that the room was surrounded by soldiers and a dignified middle-aged man was standing at the door.

Seeing Xiaoli coming back from outside, the man glanced at Xiaoli, then turned back to confront Li.

"Mr. Li, I asked my men and found out that you actually escaped from the dungeon. This is a crime punishable by hanging. What do you want to do?"

"Count Dalai, your soldiers' arrest of me is illegal in itself. And which eye did you see me escape from prison? I walked out with my identity! If you don't believe me, ask the dungeon guards!"

Fortunately, the guard was not at the scene, otherwise he would definitely curse Li's ancestors to every generation.

What can they say? That they didn’t notice that Li had escaped from prison?

Doesn't this prove that they have failed in their duty?

The guards who failed in their duties should also be hanged, and Li should be dragged down with him for his own death.

Count Dalai was choked by Li's words. He wanted to find someone directly to prove that Li had violated the law, but he was also afraid that the Frere family behind Li would cause trouble.

"Xiao Li, has Ms. Ximanda left?"

Li waved to Xiaoli who was blocked at the door, and the soldier who raised his hand to block her was directly pushed away by Xiaoli.

"Master, Lord Himenda told me that he wants you to go to Freyr Manor for tea when you are free."

"Okay, send her some of the new bay tea next time."

Li acted as if he didn't take Count Dalai seriously, which made the other party very angry. He thought that Li, a small country noble, was easy to control.

Today, Count Dalai has finally witnessed how despicable a fox can be when it takes advantage of the power of another!

"I am a count after all. If you ignore me like this, I can punish you directly!"

Count Dalai's angry shout finally attracted Li's attention to himself.

"Sir Dalai, you still know that you are the master of this territory. Then can you tell me in detail why your people ran to the Gravel Hill?"

With just one sentence, Li pinched Count Dalai's soft spot and harmed the people under his rule. Dalai himself felt guilty about this matter.

Once upon a time, Earl Dalai was proud of the wealth and stability of Windmill Bay. It was his family's hard work that created such an excellent settlement in the North.

A windmill river bay solved the material supply problem for the entire northern region of the kingdom, and the kingdom even promised to upgrade Dalai's title to Duke.

Unfortunately, it is precisely because of the kingdom’s empty promises that Dalai has gone astray today.

Dalai realized that he had made a mistake, but it was too late to make up for it.

"…You are not the Lord of Gravel Hill! You have no right to accuse me!"

Dalai was dissatisfied with Li's low status and the fact that he dared to accuse him to his face.

However, Li found Dalai's soft spot and poked at his sore spot.

"My father has always respected Earl Dalai, and my mother was taken care of by you when she came to the North. I also thought that when I became capable, I would become Lord Dalai's knight apprentice and help build Windmill Bay. But now, everything has been destroyed by you!"

"No! I didn't. It was the Holy Temple that deceived me. It was those damned Paladins who committed sins in the name of God!"

Dalai's eyes were glaring, and his eyeballs were filled with red bloodshot.

The inner entanglement made Dalai unable to eat or sleep well. He woke up from nightmares many times, causing Dalai to become more and more irritable.

After shouting that the temple was the culprit, Dalai's emotions stabilized.

"Boy, I've wasted enough time with you. If you don't want to die, get out of Windmill Bay!"

Dalai was so angry that he laughed at himself. He actually yelled at a junior, which was really ungraceful.

Da Lai turned to leave, but Li quickly stopped him.

"Uncle Dalai, wait a moment. I'm here to help you, not to cause trouble!"

The atmosphere at the front was tense, and in a blink of an eye, Li said that he was here to help.

Not only was Dalai's emotions incoherent, but even Li's companions looked at him with confusion.

Is Li trying to fool people again?

"Yes, yes, I am here to help. Uncle Dalai driving the refugees out of Windmill Bay is not a long-term solution."

Li had a fawning smile on his face and really looked like a little fox.

"You'd better say something useful, or else!"

Dalai squeezed out his last bit of patience and turned around to listen to what other nonsense Li could come up with.

"It's so sad that Uncle Dalai treated me like this. Uncle Dalai, I have inquired about it. Windmill Bay has introduced too many additional taxes, which has caused complaints from the people. Those who can't pay the taxes can only become refugees and live a precarious life."

Li kept calling Dalai Uncle, which made Dalai feel uncomfortable.

"Uncle Dalai, in fact, those refugees are also valuable. If you need money, you can squeeze them a little more."

Li is no longer a fox, he is simply a devil.