The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

After Mr. Feng took over several factories, his investment increased, but he encountered more and more troubles.

The profits that were once visible also flew away as if they had wings.

Mr. Feng had a fever, his teeth were swollen and painful, and he had to get up frequently at night.

The beautiful lady who used to get along well with Mr. Feng has been reluctant to get close to him these days.

The first thing I found out is that he didn’t get enough rest.

"We must curb the current situation. You promised me that you must build the factory!"

"Alas, Grand Duke, let me put it this way, if those knights hadn't meddled in this, the factory would have been running normally long ago."

These days, the financial assistant is really working hard to run the factory, but it's a pity that those petty nobles brought by Grand Duke Feng are always causing trouble behind the scenes.

Every time I go to the factory, they act like the owner, taking care of this and checking that, messing up the production procedures.

The assistant wanted to persuade Grand Duke Feng to restrain his knights and not let them cause trouble in the factory.

After thinking for a while, the assistant swallowed the words back into his stomach.

It is not possible to blame the knight, because with the loss of the factory, Duke Feng would at most lose some money.

The knights under the Grand Duke are the real wealth of the Feng family.

Grand Duke Feng also realized this. He didn't understand why the system of knights and aristocrats that maintained the stability of the kingdom didn't work in factories.

"…Grand Duke, let's find someone who is good at this to take charge of the situation."

After considering the final outcome, the financial assistant gave up his face and a bright future.

He took the initiative to compromise and pointed out a clear way forward for Duke Feng.

"you mean…"

"Go find Count Lucy. She was originally in charge of the factory. If we hand it over to her, it will definitely be restored to its original state."

Duke Feng gritted his teeth so hard that they made a creaking sound. He was extremely angry, but in the end he had no choice but to give in.

"Please help me deliver an invitation letter to Count Lucy."

When Lucy received the invitation, she hugged Lilith beside her.

"Lilith, did you see that? It's exactly as Li said! I thought Duke Feng wouldn't compromise so easily!"

The more Lucy received Lee's guidance, the more she understood how powerful Lee was.

Li Mingming is just a border noble, but his vision on various matters is intimidating.

"My brother is awesome, that's just my brother's ability, why are you so excited?"

Lilith kind of hates Lucy.

"Hey! You are acting as my maid now. How dare you directly question your master? What kind of maid are you!"

Lilith raised her chin, her face full of pride.

"This is how the head maid Shimanda of the Freyr family educates her master. Do you dare to say that Shimanda is not doing a good job?"

When the terrifying name of Himanda was mentioned, Lucy decisively shut her mouth.

In the North, you can mess with anyone, but if you mess with Ximanda’s people, you will never have a good ending.

"Lilith, help me prepare an evening gown. Tonight, I want to make it clear to Grand Duke Feng that when you come to my territory, you must learn to respect me!"

"…Yes, Lady Lucy."

Duke Feng stayed in the best hotel in the city, which had its own banquet hall where small banquets could be held.

This hotel is Lucy's property, so coming here for the party is no different from going home.

When Lucy appeared with Lilith, everyone saluted her.

This scene was imprinted in the heart of Duke Feng, making him understand more clearly how important it is to have a piece of land that is loyal to him.

"Miss Lucy, I'm glad you can come to the appointment. I won't hide it from you. Things have not been going well recently. Please don't mind if I'm being rude."

This banquet was a small gathering, and the only people attending the banquet were Grand Duke Feng's advisory group and Lucy's entourage.

The personnel structure is simple and clear, and the banquet process is not that complicated.

After a brief greeting, Duke von and Lucy quickly sat down on both sides of the dining table.

It is called a dining table, but it is similar to a negotiation table.

"Mr. Feng, come and try this steamed sea bass. Ice-fished sea bass is a specialty of our River Bay City. These fish are trapped under the ice and have difficulty breathing. As long as you drill a hole and throw in some bait, they will take the bait obediently."

Lucy is a local and is very knowledgeable when introducing the dishes.

If others didn't know that this banquet was hosted by Grand Duke Feng, they would think that Lucy was the host here.

"Lord Lucy, please watch your words!"

On the surface, Lucy was introducing the food, but it seemed like she was alluding to Grand Duke Feng.

Isn't the current appearance of Lord Feng just like that cornered perch?

"Hehe~ Lord Feng, I know why you invited me to a banquet, and I also know that you are in urgent need of a solution. I'm sure your consultants have given you the idea of ​​handing the factory back to me."

Lucy ignored Grand Duke Feng's warning. She hated the troublesome stuff of playing Jifeng.

Lucy used to be the eldest daughter in Windmill River Bay who no one dared to control. Later, when she cooperated with Li, she was not subject to too many restrictions.

You, a Duke who came from the capital, want to change my way of doing things?

"You are overthinking, Lord Feng. I will never take over this mess! But as a local noble, I also don't want the factory you take over to go bankrupt."

This was the first time that Mr. Feng had heard the word bankruptcy.

The financial assistant beside Grand Duke Feng's eyes lit up when he heard this. He really wanted to discuss business matters with Countess Lucy.

Duke Feng glared at his assistant fiercely and said, "I asked you to come here to solve the problem, not to have an academic discussion!"

"Mr. Lucy is a quick-witted person. Do you have any good suggestions?"

"You can auction off the factory. If the factory is open one more day, it will lose money. If you sell it early, you can get your money back."

When Mr. Feng heard this, he slammed the table and stood up.

"This is impossible!"

Duke Feng was in high spirits and came to the north just to take control of these factories.

Now Lucy tells him that selling the factory to cut losses is contrary to his purpose!

"Your Excellency, this is the most appropriate solution! A loss-making industry is like a boil on the skin. At first, it is just a small spot and people don't care about it. They just use a knife to make a fuss. But when the boil penetrates deep into the skin, if you want to cut out the rotten part, you will have to cut off a large piece of flesh, and you may even die! That's all I have to say. Please think about it yourself."

Lucy wiped her mouth gracefully, twisted her waist and swayed away.

There was silence in the banquet hall until Lucy had long left before someone asked in a low voice.

"Should the boil be cut out?"

"Isn't that a curse from the devil? We should ask a priest for a blessing."

Listening to the low hum in the banquet hall, Duke Feng was tired. He didn't know what to do.

Even with his status as a grand duke, he couldn't even handle the small northern land.

"It's different here. It's different from the battlefield. It's also different from the capital..."