The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Theresa’s father, Reverend Martin, turned out to be a big shot in the church!

After hearing the news, all the clergy around Martin retreated in surprise, formed a circle, and looked at Martin like a monkey.

Even Theresa stuck her head into the hole in the wall and looked at her father seriously.

"What are you looking at? Can you see flowers or something?"

Martin's beard twitched and he felt goosebumps all over from the stares from all around him.

At this moment, several soldiers entered the dungeon and opened the door directly.

"You can go out now."

Everyone was a little confused. After being locked up for so many days, they were a little uncomfortable being released suddenly.

"Um, are you really going to let us go?"

"The lord said that as long as you don't cause trouble again, you will be free!"

The clergy blinked their eyes, then rushed out of the dungeon. Only Martin paused when he passed by the paladin.

"Thank you for everything you have done for us."

The Paladin was confused and didn't understand why Martin was thanking him.

"Weren't you the one who asked the lord to release us?"

The Paladin shook his head, indicating that Martin had thanked the wrong person.

"…goodbye."

Martin stepped directly on the Paladin's feet, and even through the enchanted iron boots, he hurt the Paladin's toes, which showed how much resentment Martin had accumulated in his heart.

The Paladin silently watched Martin and the others leave. When he saw that there was no one around, he immediately squatted down and rubbed his feet.

While massaging his feet, the Paladin was also thinking about why the lord suddenly changed his mind.

"No, the order must be false. How could my father let them leave?"

There was a roar coming from outside the dungeon, and the angry roar was 90% similar to Count Dalai's.

Dalai's son grabbed the butler's neck and pointed angrily at the clergy who had just crawled out of the dungeon.

"Master, it is indeed the master's order. It will not be good for us to detain these clergy for a long time..."

"Whether there is any benefit or not is not something you, a butler, can decide! I'm going to see my father, don't let these clergymen leave!"

Dalai's son left an order that could not be refused and turned to find the Earl.

The soldiers around felt helpless and looked at the clergy with a bit of guilt in their eyes.

These soldiers who serve as guards in the castle would seek treatment from the clergy if they had any bumps and scrapes, and there was originally no conflict between them.

Unfortunately, the young master didn't know what had happened to him. He believed the words of the paladin and resolutely joined the side of the temple.

It would be fine if they just stood on the side of the temple, but they also had to detain those clergy who opposed the tax increase. Many soldiers still don't understand these headaches.

"Father, why did you release those people? They are our enemies!"

Dalai's son rushed straight into the mansion and saw a group of people having a great time.

A young man about the same age as himself was having a lively conversation with the Earl. Both sides spoke sincerely, as if they were a family.

"Uncle Dalai, you should take back the engagement. Can't you see your daughter is staring at me?"

"Boy, my daughter didn't kick you out directly, which means she doesn't hate you. You should continue to get along with each other~"

The extra person at the door did not disrupt the original atmosphere in the house. After taking a look at the angry young master, everyone returned to the discussion of the marriage contract.

"Father, I'm talking to you, how can you ignore me!"

Dalai's son became even angrier. His father had never been gentle to him, but now he was communicating enthusiastically with a stranger.

Moreover, during the conversation, the word "engagement" repeatedly pricked the young master's nerves.

This little country noble of unknown origin actually wants to marry my sister!

"I can not accept!"

"…That's enough son! I'm entertaining guests and yelling in front of them is what I taught you!"

Count Dalai and his son had a quarrel, and the dust on the ceiling was falling from their loud voices.

Li and others covered their ears and watched the show from the side, and saw that the quarrel between the earl and his son was getting more and more intense.

"What kind of guests are they? They are all irrelevant people. Father, wake up. The way you used to follow is no longer applicable. Now, the whole kingdom is changing, and we must adapt to the times!"

"What you mean by adapting to the times is to drive all the people under your rule out of your territory?"

"Didn't father watch helplessly as those people were driven out of the territory? Now he's blaming me. Is it all my fault?"

The quarrel between the father and son, while confusing, also revealed some information.

Li immediately realized that the previous burning of the granary was indeed the crime committed by the father and son in front of him.

The two people were arguing until their faces were red. Knowing that someone was watching, neither of them was so embarrassed to admit their mistake, so they quickly started the second round.

"Father, you said that one should have a beginning and an end in mind. Are you going to be the fence-sitter you once hated the most?"

"What do you mean by being a fence-sitter? Why am I a fence-sitter? We were coerced by the Holy Church before because we had no other choice. Now there is a better choice in front of us. We should not use such cruel methods anymore!"

What the better choice meant was self-evident, and everyone's attention was suddenly focused on Li.

Li was stunned by the father and son. You guys can just argue with each other, why are you blaming me?

After Dalai's son took one look at Li, he immediately showed a disdainful expression.

"A country noble can reverse the current decline. Do you believe this, father? Don't use this man as a shield. Father, you are afraid, so you choose to retreat!"

Dalai was really angry with his son. He took a step forward, raised his hand, and slapped his son.

The son of Dalai, who was wearing flowery clothes, looked as beautiful as dancing when he leaned back.

Li turned around and looked at the attendants he brought with him. They all had on an expression of watching the show and wanted to watch more.

"Father, you will pay the price for your hesitation today!"

After saying this, Dalai's son left angrily.

After a while, the released clergy came to the reception room to pay homage to the lord.

At first they were worried that the young earl would lock them up again, but after waiting for a long time, their feet became numb, and they still didn't see the young master come back.

"My Lord Earl, we... the atmosphere here seems to be a little off. May I ask what happened?"

After Father Martin brought the clergy into the house, he wanted to say something soft to ease the relationship between the two sides.

As a result, everyone in the room fell silent, as if there was some poisonous barrier in the room that prevented people from speaking.

Father Martin winked at Li, wanting to ask what was going on.

As a guest, Li naturally could not talk casually about the incident in which the Earl and his son almost fought, so he simply changed the subject and got straight to business.

"Ahem~ It's nothing. We just discussed the issue of helping refugees. You came at the right time. It is safest to let the clergy handle this matter~"