The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

After the Earl's son left the reception room, he went straight to find the Paladin who was still in the dungeon.

Originally, as a young master with mysophobia, the Earl's son never entered the dungeon, but in order to achieve his goal, he had to confirm some things with the Paladin.

"Sir Paladin, my father is stubborn and stubborn. You promised me that you would fight for the title of Duke for me. You can't break your promise!"

The Paladin seemed to be thinking about something else, or just distracted, and the Earl's son knocked on the Paladin's armor to bring him back to his senses.

"Little Dalai, the Holy Temple needs to have stronger control over the North, so it will naturally grant your family the title of Duke."

"No, don't give it to my family, give it to me directly. My father is extremely pedantic, and only I can lead the family to glory!"

The Paladin felt sad again when he saw how little Dalai was blinded by power.

The Paladin knew that she was aiding and abetting the evil, and was deceiving this young man who was wasting his passion in the wrong place, but the situation did not allow her any more choices.

Both the temple and the kingdom are in extremely dangerous situations. The Paladins must carry out the orders from the headquarters to the end!

The paladin was completely buried in the armor, and others couldn't even tell whether she was a man or a woman, middle-aged or young.

All I could hear was the Paladin instructing little Dalai in her unique neutral voice.

"If you want the title, you must control Windmill Bay. The Holy Temple will only trade with the actual controller here."

"You don't need to emphasize. I will let my father know my true value!"

After receiving a positive promise from the Paladin, little Dalai went back to look for his father again.

The last quarrel made the two of them very unhappy, so this time when they met, Dalai and his son chose to communicate in the bedroom.

Count Dalai met his son in the bedroom. Behind the double bed with gauze curtains was Dalai's wife, who was also the dowry of little Dalai's mother.

On the wall next to the bed, there is a portrait of the hostess of this room. The portrait records the hostess's youthful and beautiful appearance, but there is no way to keep her in the world.

"For your mother's sake, let's not quarrel this time, okay?"

Little Dalai nodded. If it weren't for the difference of opinion, he wouldn't want to argue with his father.

"Child, do you really think that the title of Duke is worth such a huge price for us to pay?"

"Father, he is the Duke. As long as we are crowned as the Duke, we will be the kings of the North!"

Dalai shook his head and didn't think this enthronement was of any use.

"The enthronement will not make us the king of the North. It will only turn us into a kingdom and a pawn of the Holy Temple. If we want to seize our own rights, we don't need the royal enthronement."

Count Dalai knew better than his son where his power came from.

"Our rights come from our control over the region and the attitude of the surrounding nobles and commoners towards us. They rely on us for survival and regard us as their masters. Our status will naturally improve, and vice versa."

Little Dalai fell silent. He understood what his father said, but the time had come to change. If he rejected the olive branch from the church, the North would only decline.

"I don't believe that an idea from a country noble can really change the current situation. Father, I will act according to my own ideas!"

Count Dalai knew that he had failed to convince his son, but fortunately they did not argue again this time.

After interacting with Li, my son seemed to be stimulated and became more willing to communicate, which is a good thing.

"…That's fine. We all have our own ideas. There will always be someone who can lead the family forward."

The father and son were unable to reach a consensus, but the tension was eased a lot through communication.

They almost forgot when was the last time they sat down and had a quiet communication.

"…Father, you take a rest. I'm leaving now."

Little Dalai clenched his fists tightly after leaving the house. His father did not agree with his ideas, but he acknowledged his growth.

Little Dalai was very happy and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"Brother~ You seem very happy!"

When little Dalai turned around, he saw his sister standing behind him. The distance between them was so close that little Dalai was frightened.

"Sister, pay attention to your etiquette. You will be the Duke's sister in the future!"

"Tsk tsk tsk ~ Brother, you are still dreaming of becoming a duke. If mother knew, she would definitely beat you up."

The dead mother brought back bad memories for little Dalai. Looking at his outspoken sister, little Dalai felt a headache.

Since my mother passed away, no one has disciplined my younger sister, and now she is lawless.

Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to marry my sister to that country nobleman. At least he wouldn't dare bully her.

"You would normally be asleep at this time, why are you still wandering around the corridor today?"

"It's because I have guests at home. The servants are walking around and making so much noise that I can't sleep!"

"Haha, then let them go back to the hotel!"

When communicating with his sister, little Dalai took off the dandy disguise when dealing with outsiders. He spoke gently and even tidied up his sister's curled hair.

After smoothing out the sticky hair, little Dalai suddenly realized something was wrong.

Little Dalai had combed his sister's hair countless times. His sister was loved by the whole family, so her hair was extremely smooth, but the hair he touched just now felt extremely rough.

And every time my sister disliked my touch and would turn her head away, but this time she took the initiative to come closer.

Get close!

Little Dalai retreated quickly, but his chest was already stained with blood.

The sister opposite held a dagger that was gleaming with cold light, and the blade was stained with little Dalai's blood.

"You are not my sister, who are you?"

Little Dalai's pupils shrank. He was more afraid now than the fear and pain of being ambushed.

The person in front of me is not my sister, then where is my sister?

"As expected of a little earl from the North, you look useless, but you were able to dodge my assassination~"

"Don't use my sister's voice, you bitch! Guards! Where the hell are you!"

The young count shouted for help, his voice carried far away, and immediately the sound of guards running was heard in the courtyard.

"The guards will be here soon, do you still want to struggle alone?"

The soldiers from the North were well-trained and it only took them one or two minutes to arrive at the scene. Little Dalai didn't believe that the other side could kill him in such a short time.

Even if he was seriously injured by the assassin, little Dalai could be treated as long as support arrived in time.

Now, little Dalai only needs to protect his brain to be invincible!

"Oh my! Lord Dalai is even better than I thought. Everyone underestimates you. Unfortunately, you overestimate yourself and underestimate me!"

The assassin disguised as his sister suddenly took out a strange doll. The moment little Dalai saw the amulet, he lost control of his body.

When little Dalai found that he could not control his body, he nervously wanted to scream, but unfortunately his mouth was not obedient at all.

The guards came quickly and saw little Dalai who had called for help before. However, at this moment, little Dalai had already stabbed the dagger into Count Dalai's head.

The piercing through the jaw directly destroyed all of Count Dalai's life force.