The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

The clergy led by Martin stood up for Li, while the clergy led by the Paladin wanted to burn Li to death. The two sides confronted each other in front of the people in the city.

This scene was the first time since the establishment of the kingdom.

No one knows where this will go next, but sensitive people have already drawn conclusions.

The world is changing!

"Father Martin, you are the priest of the church, how can you stand on the side of evil!"

Facing the Paladin's accusations, Martin and his companions, dressed in fluttering robes and looking plain, seemed like a group of hermits.

"Fire punishment is a punishment specifically for heretics. The Holy Scripture states that those who are not hurt at all by the flames are the followers of the goddess, not evil people. Now Mr. Li is unscathed in the flames, proving his innocence. Does the Paladin think that the Holy Scripture is wrong?"

Martin's words were well-reasoned and could not be refuted.

The truth was right in front of everyone. Even if the Paladin knew that Li had played tricks, he couldn't force him anymore.

The paladin waved his hand back, and the holy light dispersed the firewood pile. Li walked out directly on the ashes that still had residual heat.

The clothes on Li's body had been burned. Xiaoli saw the young master's appearance and rushed forward to cover him.

When the young girls and wives in the audience saw this scene, they immediately cast ambiguous glances at Li.

Li ignored the looks from the others and looked at the Paladin seriously.

"Sir Paladin, the facts have proven that I am innocent. You have arrested the wrong person. The murderer of the lord is someone else. You should get back to your work."

The Paladin snorted angrily, turned around and left the execution platform. The others who had targeted Li also ran away, looking as dejected as dogs that had lost their homes.

"Thank you for your support, Reverend Martin. I'm not in a good mood to talk to you. See you later."

Xiaoli protected Li as she left, glaring fiercely at the women around her who tried to get close to her.

Watching them leave, Martin also called on the clergy to retreat.

Martin felt very relieved as he helped Li clear his name and repay a favor from Li. However, Theresa, who went with Martin, felt very heavy-hearted.

"Father, I don't understand..."

"Does my helping Lee puzzle you?"

"Yes, father. We can all see that Li came to Windmill Bay with great intentions. Maybe he really killed the lord."

Although Li did not tell Theresa the real purpose of his coming to Windmill River Bay, after staying with Li for so long, Theresa was not unable to see through his intentions.

Moreover, the method used to kill the lord has the shadow of necromancy. Here in Windmill River Bay, Li is the most suspicious one.

"Teresa, are these things you said really what you thought?"

These were certainly not what Theresa thought of, but the charges announced by the Paladin when he arrested Lee.

"This is the information released by the Paladin. Could it be that the Paladin would also falsify it..."

When Theresa said this, her voice lowered involuntarily.

Because just now, Theresa also used the holy light to create evidence of Li's innocence.

"Of course, Lord Paladin would not lie, but how do you judge that the information released is all there is?"

Theresa suddenly raised her head and looked at Pastor Martin with disbelief.

"Father, you are a great priest. How could you doubt the Holy Knight?"

Martin shook his head and changed the subject.

"Teresa, let me tell you a few stories."

Stories are the most relatable and meaningful form of communication.

Martin, who once stood at the top, is very good at telling stories.

"There was a criminal who stole a noble's purse. He was hung in the square and whipped for three days and three nights. Many people who had been stolen from by the criminal picked up stones and threw them at him. In the end, the criminal died and justice was served. What do you think of this story?"

This is a common scene in all cities. In order to promote judicial justice, criminals are hung up for display almost every few days.

The more prosperous the city, the more criminals were hanged.

“…Father, I think being beaten to death for stealing is a bit too much punishment.”

Since it was a story told by her father, Theresa thought about it carefully and gave an answer that she thought should be taken seriously.

Pastor Martin neither nodded nor shook his head, but just added one sentence.

"The dead criminal was actually a chivalrous thief who would distribute the stolen money to the poor in the slums."

Theresa immediately shut her mouth, a strong feeling of guilt welling up in her heart.

"In fact, the nobleman did not lose his purse. He just felt his dignity was offended by the prisoner's extra glances, so he falsely accused the prisoner of stealing his purse."

Theresa's guilt grew stronger, and she lowered her head, not knowing what to say.

"The deceased thief had actually reformed a long time ago. In order to take care of his seriously ill mother, he found a job raising horses. He had not stolen anything for two years."

“…Father, this story you told is so heavy.”

Martin glanced at Theresa and felt that the heavy things were still to come.

"The thief's mother was dying, and he needed a large sum of money to buy medicine to treat his mother or to bury her. So someone found him and introduced him to a well-paid job. Theresa, do you know what this job is?"

Theresa could only shake her head.

"The job is for the thief to assassinate the noble."

Theresa looked at Martin in surprise, unable to believe what she heard.

At first it was just a simple story about a thief being beaten to death, but after being expanded by Martin, the complicated plot became one after another.

Theresa now began to suspect that what Martin had told her was not all.

Seeing Theresa's mouth open in surprise, Martin smiled proudly, thinking that his storytelling skills had not deteriorated at all.

"Teresa, now can you tell me who is guilty and who is innocent in this story?"

Theresa shook her head blankly, her eyes filled with confusion.

Seeing that his story had worked, Martin struck while the iron was hot and told Theresa a truth.

"Everything in the world is very complicated. We are not the parties involved, and we only know part of the information. Even the parties involved may not know the truth. How can we judge who is right and who is wrong?"

Theresa thought for a long time, then looked up with sudden realization.

"So, father refused the position of bishop?"

Martin nodded. Having once been in a high position, he had seen too many plots that were even more outrageous than those in the story. Simply using the terms "justice" or "evil" to distinguish who was a good guy and who was a bad guy was impossible.

"If you want to distinguish right from wrong, you need to see with your own eyes and hear with your own ears. But sometimes, what you see is not necessarily true, and what you hear is not necessarily correct. We still need to feel with our hearts and use practice and experience to infer."

“Thank you for your story, Dad!”

Theresa's eyes were still somewhat confused, but not as lost as at the beginning.