The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Xiaoli woke up from a nightmare, and her hands still felt like she had killed her adoptive parents with her own hands.

At this moment, Xiaoli was filled with sorrow and only wanted to die to atone for her sins.

Just when Xiaoli was at her most vulnerable, a strange voice echoed in her head again.

This time the sound was clearer than the previous few days.

"You are a mouse born in the dark, and the person you love stands in the sun. You exist in two different worlds. When he finds out the truth one day, he will just spit on you and trample on you..."

Xiaoli covered her chest with her hands and felt she couldn't breathe.

The more Xiaoli acted with the young master, the more humble she felt.

How could I, whose blood was once staining my body, have the right to get along with Li?

"Xiao Li, are you awake? The master wants you to go to the castle together."

There was the sound of Lilith knocking on the door. Xiaoli barely suppressed her emotions and responded in a hoarse voice.

"I'll be there right away!"

"…Xiao Li, are you sick?"

Lilith opened the door and looked at Xiaoli with concern.

Being looked at by Lilith with the eyes of a caring sister, Xiaoli felt her heart begin to ache again.

"It seems like I have a cold, it's nothing serious, it's more important to follow the young master."

Xiaoli simply tidied herself up and quickly ran to the next room to meet Li.

Lilith stayed in the house and checked Xiaoli's backpack.

The Book of the Dead was still lying at the bottom of the backpack, as if it had never been moved.

Lilith looked at the magic book lying at the bottom of the backpack, thought for a while, then raised her foot and stepped hard on it.

Relaxed body and mind～

Lilith felt relaxed and happy, but Xiaoli looked serious.

The lingering whisper in her head kept urging her to find her former self.

Back then, I was an emotionless killer who even harmed my adoptive parents.

What good is there in such a miserable life?

"Li, you are finally here. We should discuss how to deal with the attack of the temple."

In the lord's castle, the Dalai family warmly welcomed the distinguished guest Li.

"Discuss countermeasures? I think that's a waste of time. Windmill Bay is the land of the Dalai family. As long as the Dalai family stands firm here, what can the Holy Temple do to you~"

Li's meaning was obvious: the tragedy of the Dalai family was all caused by the Holy Temple.

The two sides have already torn their faces apart, so what else is there to worry about?

Why not just lay out your intentions and start a war directly?

"Hiss~ Isn't this a rebellion?!"

Li shrugged and said that if you don’t rebel, you will die. It’s up to you to choose.

The Dalai family was silent; it was difficult to change their long-standing aristocratic ideas in a short time.

They need to think for a while before making a decision.

These things are not urgent for Li. No matter what the Dalai family thinks, they will be on Li's side in the end.

If they dare to oppose Li's decision, they can die again, and the kind that cannot be resurrected.

Li called Xiaoli and Lilith and prepared to go to the dungeon of the castle to resurrect those who died last night.

Li doesn't have enough magic power, so if he wants to resurrect those people, he can only spend time to resurrect them in batches.

"Xiao Li, you looked distracted just now. Are you feeling uncomfortable in your chest? Do you want me to comfort you?"

Xiaoli had been trying hard to calm her inner irritation, and when she heard Li teasing her, she was stunned for a moment before she reacted.

Xiaoli shook her head shyly and rejected Li's kindness, but the voice in her heart became more complaining.

"Look, that man just treats you as a plaything. What's so good about him? You think about him wholeheartedly, but he just wants your body..."

Xiaoli's face turned red and she said, "Isn't my body good?"

Li was completely unaware of the strange thoughts of the maid beside him. He just looked through the corpses one by one, resurrecting the ones with lighter injuries first.

As for those who have various injuries, just leave them alone and wait for them to revive slowly later.

After all, death is ugly, so it won’t have much impact if it stinks.

"Master, why can't I be like you?"

"…If you were like the young master, wouldn't it be a loss of face for the young master?"

Xiaoli nodded, thinking that what Li said made a lot of sense.

The master and servant live in harmony in the prison, but in the shadows not far away, a hidden holy light flickers.

The Paladin and Theresa stood side by side again, silently watching everything that happened in the cell.

"That heretic is resurrecting corpses again. Do you still believe he is righteous?"

Theresa couldn't see the specific situation in the cell, but she could see someone walking out of the dungeon from time to time.

Those who came out had torn clothes on their bodies, and when they saw the sunlight again, they would subconsciously avoid it.

They probably thought they were dark creatures afraid of sunlight, but nothing happened after they came into contact with it.

Everyone's face was filled with confusion and relief at having survived the disaster.

“…I never said Lee was a righteous man.”

"But you are on the side of justice. Li's abilities are evil enough. He is our enemy!"

The Paladin was still trying to convince Theresa, but Theresa didn't want to dwell on the matter anymore.

Who is righteous and who is evil has nothing to do with her, a little folk nun!

"Wouldn't it be better to pay more attention to the refugees outside the city and give the people more food and hope? Why are you only focusing on Li? Has he really done something that is so hateful that it's worth a Paladin spending all his energy on him?"

"shut up!"

The Paladin suddenly interrupted Theresa and asked, "How dare a nun abandon her mission and say such irresponsible words!"

"As a nun, you must believe in the goddess for the rest of your life. Are you going to abandon your faith and become a heretic that is despised by everyone?"

The paladin was so angry that he drew his sword. It was the first time that Theresa was forced to this point.

Theresa wanted to cry but couldn't, and she regretted it now.

If she had not run to Windmill River Bay, if she had not come into contact with this paladin, she would still be the heartless Theresa.

Discussing justice or evil with others is more tiring than digging stones or building houses.

Theresa's belief in the goddess and holy light may not be so firm.

"You will definitely pay the price for your choice today!"

The Paladin who had been in contact with Theresa had never expected her to be so incompetent.

The Paladin was extremely disappointed and turned away.

In the corner of the castle, Theresa was left alone again, standing there lonely and helpless.

But if she was lonely and helpless, Theresa actually had company.

The mouse in the crack of the wall was staring with its small eyes, silently watching Theresa's lonely figure.

The undead wizard connected to the mice has already taken control of everything in the castle.

After saving another person, Li stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Li looked out through the dungeon's ventilation window at the narrow sky outside.

"This damn world, it's really hard to relax even if you want to."