The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Xiaoli's operation to resurrect the dead failed. A fresh corpse was turned into a zombie, and its fangs and claws were really scary.

The others who were waiting to revive their companions involuntarily moved their companions' bodies a little further away.

Xiaoli felt the disdainful looks from the people around her, her eyes welled up with tears, and she almost cried out of grievance.

"Master, I am incompetent. You taught me so many times, but I still made mistakes."

“…Xiao Li, this is not your fault. There is nothing wrong with your magic.”

Li supervised Xiaoli's operations throughout the process.

Except for a slight tremor in her hands when drawing the runes and unclear pronunciation when chanting the spell, Xiaoli did not make any mistakes.

According to common sense, there are only two results of magic, one is direct failure, and the other is success.

Resurrection, or remaining a corpse, is the only reasonable outcome.

It doesn't make sense for them to transform into undead with only the instinct of cannibalism left.

"Uncle Myron, you look like you know something?"

After Myron tied up the zombie, he walked over to Li and whispered something to him.

"Li, after Madam knew that we were resurrected by you, she tried to replicate the resurrection magic according to the magic traces you left behind, but she turned into zombies every time after trying several times. So today..."

"My mother tried resurrection magic, and the result was the same as Xiaoli's?"

Myron nodded, confirming what Li said.

In this case, the problem is not the magic itself, but Li himself.

Others using necromancy can only transform corpses into undead, but only Li can revive people while keeping them in their previous state.

The deep-seated reasons behind this phenomenon are terrifying when you think about it carefully.

Li realized that he was different from others, perhaps from the influence of another soul, or...

There is something wrong with the Li in this world!

However, there is not much information available now, so Li cannot make further judgment.

"Master Li, we have completed our support mission and we need to go back to report."

The borrowed Knight Freyr said hello to Li, then rode away on his horse.

Seeing this, Myron quickly winked at Li.

"Lee, they know your secret, don't let them go!"

"Uncle Myron, my secret will be known sooner or later. The Freyr family is not our enemy."

If Li wants to do big things, he cannot avoid using his own abilities.

The sooner you make your abilities known, the sooner you can attract people who truly believe in you.

Just like now, the brave men and Count Dalai did not take their men away, but gathered around Li.

After exchanging glances, several people looked at Li together, waiting for Li's next idea.

"Pack up and go home. Move all the bodies to the castle. When my magic power is restored, I will let them stand up again."

Li's promise won the respect of the soldiers, but several leaders were dissatisfied with Li's statement.

"Little Li, those mages have escaped, they will definitely come back to cause trouble!"

"Yes, once the Holy Temple knows that we used evil magic to revive, they will definitely not let it go."

With so many problems left unsolved, who would have the mood to go back to sleep?

"Ha~ Then can you come up with a solution by just standing here and thinking about it?"

After fighting for a long time in the middle of the night, you don’t go back to sleep. Do you want to stay up late?

Li had already lost all energy. As he leaned against Lilith, his eyelids began to droop.

According to the usual rhythm, Xiaoli would definitely scold Lilith for being shameless and then snatch Li away.

But Xiaoli was feeling depressed because her magic failed, and she had no mood to compete with Lilith for favor.

Lilith noticed Xiaoli's change in mood and pinched Li's waist.

Li slapped Lilith's hand away, indicating that he understood.

Just like that, a melee involving multiple forces took place in the suburbs at night.

Until the fight was over, not many people knew exactly what had happened here.

Except for two people standing on the distant city wall.

"You've also seen that Vizar Lee is a genuine heretic. He controls the magic of resurrecting the dead. They are the enemies of the Holy Temple!"

The Paladin turned around and put pressure on Theresa, who had a conflicted look on her face.

After Theresa was called to the city wall by the Paladin, she watched the entire battle outside the city.

Standing on the top of the city wall, it was still dark and Theresa couldn't see the specific situation clearly.

But it is also clear that Count Dalai has been resurrected, and Uncle Mellen, who was supposed to die in the Kobold War, was also resurrected by Li.

"…My father said that hostility cannot be determined by camp, and good and evil are not something that can be seen at a glance."

Having been educated in Martin's thoughts, Theresa developed some resistance to the Paladin's accusations.

However, Theresa still had too little experience and was unable to withstand the oppression of the Paladin.

"Father Martin? When he was in the Vatican, he was a moderate. To put it nicely, he had his own opinions on everything and was unwilling to go to extremes. But to put it bluntly, he accomplished nothing and was always restricted in what he did!"

The Paladin sticks to his philosophy and believes that harsh tactics should be implemented when the time is right.

Perhaps Li really did not cause any killings, nor did he intend to harm anything.

But based on today alone, the power that Li Neng has gathered is enough to become a hidden danger to the temple.

The Paladin doesn't want to raise a tiger to cause trouble, and wait for Li to become truly capable and shake the rule of the temple.

"I think you are a wise nun, so I told you this. Don't make the mistake!"

The paladin left, leaving Theresa on the top of the city wall to feel the cold wind.

Theresa was in great distress due to her shaken state of mind. She couldn't understand how her good life had turned out like this.

That night, many things came to light.

That night, many people's mentality changed.

This night directly affected the future of the continent.

Xiaoli followed the team silently. The ground trampled by the war horses was bumpy and she could easily trip if she was not careful.

Xiaoli tripped many times, but the awkward walking did not wake her up.

In a daze, Xiaoli heard an unreal voice in her ears.

"Don't try so hard. Look at the team in front of you. The people you admire are at the front, while you can only stand at the end..."

The faint voice sounded like Xiaoli's innermost thoughts, or like a devil whispering in her ear.

"There is a huge difference between you and that man. Before he showed his glory, you could be his maid, but after he showed his glory, you are worse than a dog!"

Xiaoli thought about how she had been silently practicing the necromancy taught by Li, enduring those evil and disgusting spellcasting materials, just wanting to keep up with Li's pace.

As a result, today, in the most important occasion, in front of everyone, Xiaoli failed completely.

"I am not worthy to be with the young master..."