The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Li, who had overdrawn his magic power again, returned to the reception room of the castle.

The Dalai family was discussing the matter heatedly inside, but they immediately stopped talking after Li came back.

On the surface, the room contained the guest Li and the local lords.

In fact, the room was filled with a necromancer and his servants.

"Have you come to a conclusion?"

The Dalai family exchanged glances, and finally it was Count Dalai who answered.

"We are willing to listen to your opinion."

"very good."

Li gave the Dallai family time to think in order to give them a chance to make their own choice.

Li could have easily relied on magic to overwhelm the Dalai family, but if he really did that, he would only gain some subordinates rather than real help.

Lee waved to Lilith, who got the signal and pulled out a bunch of documents from her briefcase.

The Dalai family picked up the documents and looked at them carefully with doubtful eyes.

“How to build a greenhouse in winter?”

"Design drawings of unified heating townhouses?"

"Improvements in wool spinning machines and a plan of factory layout?"

After exchanging glances, the group of people turned their attention to Li.

"Mr. Li, please explain clearly!"

Li cleared his throat and let Lilith massage his head while he expressed his thoughts.

"I know you've been worrying about how to deal with the punishment of the Holy Temple. You may be thinking of gathering soldiers and starting a war with the Holy Temple. In fact, there is no need to go through so much trouble."

Everyone looked at each other, revealing an expression of confusion.

Just listen to Li continue.

"The Vatican knights and magicians who escaped that night brought back the news about Windmill Bay. After a series of discussions, they finally sent troops to the North. How long will the whole process take?"

"This... According to experience, if we really send a large army, it will probably take until next summer."

Little Dalai gave a rather slow opinion based on the kingdom's previous mobilization speed.

But Count Dalai was well-informed and knew that the response in an emergency would not take that long.

"In fact, it may be earlier. Around the beginning of winter, the Templar Knights should be able to come here."

Li curled his lips. Given the kingdom's low efficiency, what good would it do to expedite the process? By the time they arrived, the food would be cold.

"Then before winter comes, let's make the people living on this land understand that if they follow the Dalai family, everyone can survive and live well, but if they stand on the side of the Holy Temple, they will only starve to death!"

"Mr. Li, it's not that we don't believe it, how can this be done!"

Li pointed to the various drawings placed in front of everyone, indicating that everything was in front of everyone.

This time, Count Dalai picked up the design drawings and plans again, and while slowly flipping through them, he began to think about them in light of the current situation.

It seems that what Li proposed may be feasible if it is fully implemented.

But implementing new policies is not as simple as simply pushing them forward.

"There are too many things that need to be changed here, and I'm afraid the public won't be able to accept it!"

Abandon their faith, their previous living habits, and even their land.

Then they turned to work, opened factories and developed businesses.

Count Dalai, who had received higher education, could see the benefits of the new system.

But no matter whether the change itself is good or bad, as long as it changes, it will inevitably face unimaginable resistance.

"Father, you were very supportive of Mr. Li before, why are you against it now?"

Dalai glared at his disappointing son. How could it be the same as it was now?

Previously, it was only partial cooperation, and Dalai could choose what was most beneficial to him and reject those that were unreasonable.

Now, everything has to be done by Li. How can the pressure be the same?

Although Count Dalai died once and received a favor from Li, he still wanted to fight for the interests of his family.

Li saw through Dal-lai's thoughts and was glad that he did so.

"We don't need to convince anyone to accept it. We just need to let people see that what we are doing is profitable, and naturally more people will follow suit."

Some people are well fed and well clothed, but you are still lying outside the city gate waiting to die. What would you choose?

Some people are making money, but you are still living off your savings. What would you choose?

Some people use their wealth to gain rights they never had before. What do you think people will choose?

It goes without saying that people who know about these things will rack their brains to join the torrent and strive to cross the class and become a superior person.

Li's goal is to actively promote the progress of the times and allow industrialization and capital to surface faster.

The existing belief system has no power to resist the simpler and more efficient capital system!

"We can fill everyone's pockets with coins, but the Holy Temple and the Kingdom want to take them away. By then, we won't have to do anything. The people of this land will spontaneously block the Holy Temple and the old nobles from heading north."

Just like those windmills outside the city, driven by the natural wind.

Trying to stop it with human power is like trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm!

The scene described by Li is illusory. The Dalai family, who have always lived in the old aristocratic system, have no idea where their future lies.

If Li doesn't have the ability to resurrect people, everything he says is just wishful thinking.

But those who were resurrected by Li are still willing to give it a try according to Li's arrangements.

"Mr. Li, we..."

Just as Dalai was about to ask where to start, he saw that Li, who was leaning back in his chair, had fallen asleep.

Lilith continued to press Li's tense blood vessels. In order to make Li more comfortable, Lilith twisted her body to block the glaring light.

"Okay, let him sleep a little longer, and we'll arrange what we can do first."

Looking at Li's tired sleeping face, Dalai realized that Li was still a young man about the same age as his son.

As an elder, it is not what he should do as a count to put all the responsibilities on the young people.

"I have already declared myself dead, and you, my son, have been saddled with a bad reputation. I'm afraid I'll have to leave everything to you, my daughter Lucy~"

Lucy was sitting in the living room just to watch the show, but the burden suddenly fell on her.

Lucy pointed at herself in disbelief.

"Who, me?"

Dad understands how difficult it is for Brother Li, but he throws greater responsibilities onto his daughter. It’s really unfair!

"Haha~ Don't worry, your brother and I are not really dead. We will support you from behind."

Count Dalai found that it felt good not to have to do everything himself. He should have done so a long time ago. He was so stupid before.

Under the organization of Count Dalai, the Count's youngest daughter Lucy soon inherited the Count's title.

Windmill Bay began to implement a series of new policies under Lucy's rule.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding~

A new lord takes office in Windmill Bay, and the castle bells echo in the summer breeze.

The soldiers rushed out of the castle and came to the outside of the city in groups.

"All of you refugees, stand up and follow us. The city lord has new orders to issue!"

Amid the wailing, the windmills in Windmill River Bay continue to turn day after day.