The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

A vase of lemongrass shook out a cloud of pollen on the desk.

The table, which was originally painted black, now has faint yellow marks.

On one side of the vase was Lian's sullen face, and on the other side was Lucy's crying face.

The lemongrass, sandwiched between the two women, felt the tit-for-tat atmosphere, and the leaves curled up in fear.

"Count Lucy, I came to your place this time to investigate the rebellion. There are clues that the Windmill Bay is hiding an evil force, and heretics are doing evil here!"

Lian did not bring up the issue of succession to the title, and directly attacked Lucy with the issue of rebellion.

Lucy wasn't brought up to be scared, so she wouldn't be scared by Lian.

"Rebellion? Heresy? Yes, there must be some here. My father was killed by assassins who betrayed the Church. Those people also used strange magic tools to control my brother, causing him to bear the infamy of killing his own father. If it weren't for this, my brother would not have followed in my father's footsteps!"

Recalling the miserable plight of her father and brother, Lucy cried even more sadly.

Her sadness was not fake. If it weren't for Lee's counterintuitive power of resurrection, Lucy would have really lost her family.

"Ms. Lian, if you can really find those rebels, please punish them severely. This will also be considered as revenge for me!"

What can Lian do? Lian is quite embarrassed now.

Lian knew some of the kingdom's secret arrangements, and she also knew exactly who the assassin who assassinated Count Dalai was.

Lian couldn't tell Lucy that the people who assassinated her father and brother were the Black Gloves trained by the kingdom.

"Well, of course. I will carefully investigate the matter about your father and brother. Besides that, Miss Lucy, have you ever encountered anything out of the ordinary? For example, have you ever seen anyone using necromancy to revive the dead?"

After Lian said this, the atmosphere in the room instantly dropped to freezing point.

Lucy was certain that Lian was Brother Li's enemy.

Lian also wanted to know where Li was hiding.

Lian’s main purpose for coming here today is to find a way to catch Li.

Lian wanted to ask, to what extent Li would fall.

Necromancer is a forbidden power. The more you rely on it, the more you will lose when the time comes to pay the price.

That brief encounter in childhood gave Lian a sense of responsibility.

Lian felt it necessary to pull Li, who was losing his way, back on the right track.

"Miss Lucy, there is no need for you to continue covering up. Those who throw themselves into darkness will eventually lose themselves. It is for his own good that you tell me where the rebellion is now."

"Do you want to say that he should repent in time and turn back like a prodigal son?"

Hearing Lucy's answer of approval, Lian nodded and gave a polite smile.

But the next moment, Lian was slapped in the face by Lucy.

"Ms. Lian, you should have seen what Windmill Bay looks like now. Which side do you think is better, here or in the capital?"

What could Lian say? She had already figured out that the North was developing rapidly.

Even though she is a person who focuses on military affairs, she can see this clearly, so others can naturally judge it as well.

But Lian could never admit that the North did better.

"It's not your decision which side is better. I know someone is behind you. Call that person out!"

"Yo yo yo~ Miss Lian is anxious? I heard that Miss Lian has some friendship with the person behind me. I heard that Miss Lian gave her first kiss to him. Miss Lian came to me today with a fierce momentum. Could it be that she wants to teach that unfaithful man a lesson?"

Lucy no longer looked weak. She now had a look of delight on her face, and she seemed to be enjoying squeezing Lian.

It would be fine if this matter was not mentioned, but as soon as it was mentioned, Lian's sanity collapsed.

"How do you know this? Who told you?"

Lucy was startled by Lian, then burst out laughing.

Lucy couldn't hide her joy at all, and then she took out a beautifully bound storybook from the drawer of her desk.

Lian took the book in confusion, and the exquisite cover made her love it.

Most of the books preserved in the kingdom were made of sheepskin or silk, and a few of them even had metal pages.

The paper products Lucy took out were light, smooth and bright, and the pictures on them were lifelike.

The picture of a handsome man and a beautiful woman hugging each other on the cover attracted Lian's curiosity.

After opening the book, Lian quickly read a short paragraph.

"At the little prince's birthday party, the daughter of the Grand Duke took the little knight's hand and ran into the depths of the garden. The Duke's daughter said to the little knight, swear allegiance to me..."

A strong sense of déjà vu comes over me.

The memories of childhood have faded a little, but Lian slowly recovered her shameful past while reading this fairy tale book.

"At the ball, the Duchess was dancing with the little prince while winking at the pitiful little knight at the edge of the dance floor?"

You call this a fairy tale?

Is this something children can watch?

The contents of the book became more and more outrageous, and Lian blushed.

The most important thing is that the Duke's daughter in the story is also called Lian!

Lian was so angry that she tore the book into pieces.

"Oh~ Miss Lian is angry. It seems that what is written in the book is true."

Lucy's irritating voice sounded in front of her. Lian took off her earrings, transformed them into a black sword, and smashed Lucy's desk with one sword.

Lucy jumped onto the chair holding her feet, thus avoiding being split in two by Lian.

After the conflict, the two women were completely at loggerheads.

"Lian, you bastard, how dare you chop me with a sword!"

"I'm going to chop you up, but it was you who disgusted me with this crappy book first!"

"Pfft~ You don't want anyone to tell you about what you did. If you have the guts, kill everyone who has read this storybook!"

Lian gasped when she heard Lucy's words.

"You said that many people have read this storybook!"

"Of course, this story is very popular in Windmill Bay. Three thousand copies were printed last month and they were sold out long ago~"

Three, three thousand!

While Lian was shocked, she also had many questions.

The storybook that was torn into pieces by itself is very well made, apart from the outrageous story content.

Such a book must be carefully made by multiple craftsmen, and it may take several months to produce one.

Lucy claimed, however, that at least three thousand copies of the book were printed.

This is real?

Or was Lucy deceiving herself?

If storybooks can be promoted so quickly, can other books also be printed in large quantities?

When she thought of this, cold sweat soaked Lian's back.

Right now, the only books that can be printed and promoted in large quantities throughout the kingdom are the holy scriptures of the temple.

If the North dares to promote other knowledge on a large scale, it would be very easy to shake the rule of the kingdom.

Lian suddenly realized that the conflict between the south and north of the kingdom might unfold in all aspects.

Lian suppressed his anger, put away his sword and left quickly.

She wanted to go back and think about these things carefully, and think about what to do in the future.