The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

A few months passed and the wheat in the fields was harvested.

According to normal circumstances in previous years, people would actively store food for the winter at this time.

Business will apparently boom for a month, then everyone will lock themselves up in their homes.

For those who have no home, their life or death depends entirely on God’s will.

"Hurry up, is it that hard to grow sour fruit? It's much easier than growing wheat!"

In the fields where the wheat has been harvested, there are still people busy working.

People mixed the cranberry seeds with fertilizer and put them in the dug holes.

The severe cold in winter will kill all green plants, but the farmlands around Windmill River Bay are all covered with plastic film, so some things can grow even in the cold winter.

"The bean greenhouse next door will be ready for harvest next month. The sooner we plant the seeds, the sooner we can drink sour fruit wine. Cheer up!"

Following the leader's shout, the other farmers also quickened their movements.

This field is contracted by several farmers. How much they can earn depends on how much effort they put in.

"Boss, I want to marry a woman and start a family. How much money do you think I need to save to be able to afford it?"

"Heh~ That depends on where you want to marry a woman."

"Hehe, I've fallen in love with a girl. She walks from the main road to the factory to work every day. She always breaks bread and feeds pigeons next to the lord's castle. I think she is an angel. The goddess's attendant is no more than this~"

"Oh~ You have high standards. Did you know that last month a woman working in a factory got married and was taken away in a luxurious carriage? I heard that she married a famous wealthy businessman in the city. As for you, a farmer, tut tut tut, you should dream of another one~"

The farmers who were chatting knew very well that they definitely could not afford to marry such an excellent woman.

But that doesn't stop them from daydreaming.

Ever since Count Lucy implemented the New Deal in Windmill Bay, everyone in the area has found new jobs.

Work means people have income.

Although farmers' income is not as high as those factory workers' wages, they still have some spare money to spend in the pub after a hard day's work.

When you have money in your pocket, you will become braver.

Some people, when they were drunk, would even tease Lord Lucy.

Everyone is wondering which man will marry such an outstanding woman like Countess Lucy in the future.

"I hope Lord Lucy won't be so anxious to get married, even if it means just keeping a few gigolos."

"Who says it's not true? If she marries a jerk, we might have to live a hard life again."

The armored paladin heard the farmers' conversation as he passed by the greenhouse.

In the past, if anyone dared to ridicule the lord, they would be beheaded on the spot by the soldiers and would have no way to complain.

But in Windmill River Bay, people even dared to greet Lucy directly and ask her which boy she had taken a fancy to today.

Such communication deeply stimulated the Paladin. Her hands were itching and she wanted to draw her sword and swing out a whirlwind slash.

"How dare these people!"

The angry Paladin got angry for a moment, then turned around and left.

Lucy has publicly stated that as long as the lord is not insulted in public or public property is not damaged, the private ridicule of the people will be exempt from punishment.

People were all praising Lord Lucy's kindness and had a heartfelt respect for Lucy.

This is also what the Paladin never understands.

"Voluntarily throwing away the dignity of a noble, what on earth do heretics want to do!"

The heretic that the Paladin was referring to was naturally that bastard Li.

I don’t know what kind of magic Li used to make such a big change in the entire territory.

"Sir Paladin, there will be a sermon later. Do you want to attend?"

On the way back to the city, the Paladin encountered clergy led by Reverend Martin.

These clergymen carried baskets filled with pigeon eggs in one hand and bottles of scented oil in the other.

Whenever believers were willing to stop and listen to the priest's sermon, they would receive a pigeon egg and a small bottle of fragrant oil.

"Reverend Martin! This is not how sermons are preached in church! You have desecrated the sacred ceremony!"

In the royal capital, when the clergy preached, the streets were swept with water and then carpets were laid on them.

All the clergy chanted hymns as they walked.

All believers must kneel on both sides of the carpet and listen attentively to the hymns of praise to the goddess.

But now, Pastor Martin makes his sermons like handing out flyers, and even uses gifts to trick believers into listening to the scriptures.

Martin has completely ruined the sacred appearance!

Facing the Paladin's accusations, Martin smiled slightly and didn't care at all.

"Sir Paladin, the holy book says that to feed all believers, to clothe all believers, and to bring smiles to everyone's face is the goddess' purest wish."

Martin's words slapped the Paladin in the face.

The current situation in Windmill River Bay has basically reached the scene described in the scriptures.

Although some people still live poorly, no one dies from lack of food and clothing.

Compared with the lives of the people, are the majesty of the Vatican and the greatness of God really that important?

Martin knew that this paladin had always opposed Windmill Bay's new policies.

But under the premise that everyone is willing to accept it, the Paladin's opposition is like a stone submerged in the river, unable to create any waves.

The Paladin had actually been shaken a long time ago, but she just didn't want to admit that her previous actions were wrong.

The Paladin is even more reluctant to admit that there are people who can do better than the Templar.

"Damn it, the supporting knights are too slow!"

The Paladin ignored Martin's teasing. From the day she became a Paladin, she swore allegiance to the goddess.

Therefore, even if what happened in Windmill River Bay shook her cognition, the Paladin would still keep her promise.

"I am willing to give everything to protect the orthodoxy of divinity!"

The Paladin left the crowd and disappeared into the dark streets.

The simple Father Martin distributes eggs and incense oil on the street, preaching justice and glory, while the paladin who symbolizes light retreats into darkness.

It's all too ironic.

At the edge of the street, the rats that had been silently watching the Paladin also hid in the gutter.

"Xiao Li, you've been distracted lately. You should take a good rest. Lilith will stay by my side instead of you."

"Master, do you dislike me?"

In the castle's living room, Li's voice awakened Xiaoli, who was immersed in painful memories.

Xiaoli hurriedly explained, but saw Li looking at her with gentle eyes.

"Xiao Li, we grew up together. I have always treated you as my younger sister. You should go and have a rest. We still have a lot of things to do in the future~"

Xiaoli was touched by Li's gentleness, but the word "sister" stabbed Xiaoli hard.

Especially Lilith, who was posing as a winner, made Xiaoli even more furious.

“…Lilith! I’ll leave the young master to you!”

"Go and have a rest, Xiaoli, one maid role is enough~"

"Lilith, don't be so ungrateful after getting such an advantage!"

Seeing Xiaoli and Lilith quarreling, Li, who was familiar with the procedure, decisively cut off the nerve in his ear.