The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

As the coldest season of the year passed, the news that the North was a country without winter spread far and wide.

Anyone with a little knowledge all ran to the north to look for opportunities.

All kinds of industries are popping up like mushrooms after rain.

The rich have their own social circles, and the poor have their own beer halls.

In a newly opened beer hall in the North, the brave Saint Xingyu is serving as the bartender.

He kept wiping the cup in his hand with a white towel.

The cups had been rubbed to the point of reflecting light, revealing two identical faces at the bar.

"Get ready. There will be a lot of people coming to watch your performance at 8 o'clock tonight."

The hero whispered the information, and Theresa and Saoirse, who heard the instructions, nodded frantically.

The Theresa sisters have a show booked tonight. If they perform well, they can make a name for themselves here.

But the thought of messing up made them both nervous.

Theresa is better off because she has experience performing in front of people. But Saoirse, a paladin who likes to act alone, is really afraid of the stage.

"Do I have to go on stage? Can I just sit in the audience? I'm a little nervous."

"Sister, it's already this late, there's no way out for you! Didn't you say you wanted to witness this with your own eyes? Why are you pulling me in and wanting to back off?"

Faced with Theresa's questioning, Saoirse turned her face away embarrassedly.

Saoirse just wanted to take a look at the new system that Lee had worked so hard to create.

Who would have thought that the development of the North would become faster and faster, so fast that it is hard to keep up.

Saoirse now feels a sense of fear. She is afraid that changing too quickly will ruin everything.

If Archduke von knew how Saoirse felt, they would definitely have a lot in common.

"By the way, are you really willing to be a bartender here as a brave man?"

In order to prevent the topic from continuing to revolve around herself, Saoirse started talking about the brave man in front of her.

The hero was once famous in the North. If Li had not blocked the hero's path, the hero's development would definitely be much better than it is now.

Saoirse believed that the hero was dissatisfied with his current situation.

He definitely has his own ideas.

"I am indeed unwilling to accept this, but who made me the defeated general~"

The brave man made a small joke and then continued to wipe the other cups.

Everyone has ambition, and someone like the hero who once stood in front of others has no shortage of ambition to be a leader.

But the big promise that Li painted for the brave man made him feel fear and also unspeakable surprise.

In Li's future plans, he reserved an honorable place for the brave, His Majesty the King.

To put it bluntly in the words left by Li, it was the emperor.

At first, the hero had no idea what the emperor was until he read the history of the other world that Li wrote in his spare time.

During the Warring States Period, dynasties changed and heroes emerged.

Compared with the history written by Li, the things happening before his eyes, the hymns of praise to the kingdom and the church, all seemed like child's play.

Recently, the hero has been frantically supplementing his knowledge about modern warfare. Unfortunately, Li has gone to the royal capital and can only send him one book every month.

"It's really not good enough..."

The brave man prepared everything in the beer hall, and when the workers got off work in the evening, they would come to the beer hall together to kill time after a hard day's work.

With a pint of beer and some grilled sausages, workers can vent all their worries after a whole day's work.

"That damn Viscount Barry actually made us work overtime again. It would have been fine if we just worked overtime, but he didn't even pay us overtime!"

After taking a few sips of beer, the bold worker began to curse his boss in the pub.

"Hey~ that's nothing, do you know my factory? That damn rich businessman actually provided pig food for lunch to the workers!"

Some tasteless batter with rotten vegetable leaves in it, this kind of meal for feeding animals caused dissatisfaction among the workers.

They quarreled and made a lot of noise, and kept drinking the beer in the pub.

If no one restrains their behavior, the end result will definitely be getting drunk.

Those who drink badly will cause trouble on the streets, and those who pass out will sleep directly in the ditch.

"Isn't pig food good? We didn't even have pig food before."

I don't know who it was, but someone suddenly murmured something in a low voice.

The originally noisy beer hall suddenly became silent.

Yeah, a year ago.

As long as there is pig food to eat, everyone should be grateful.

But now it’s different. We are all workers who create value with our own hands!

I have done what I should do and created value, so you should give me corresponding treatment!

"Which bastard said that just now!"

"stand out!"

"It is because of you weak dogs that the nobles and merchants dare to trample on our heads with impunity!"

There was going to be chaos in the beer hall, and if no one stopped it, there would definitely be a fight.

Just then, beautiful singing suddenly came from the noisy beer hall.

Some were playing instruments softly, and some were singing softly.

"Let go of irritability and fatigue. Our mood should not be influenced by others. Let go of prejudice and bias, and happiness will fill your heart."

All the guests looked towards the center of the stage. At the performance position next to the bar, two girls with similar looks were performing quietly.

There was a tremor in Teresa's singing voice. She was so afraid that the situation would get out of control and that she would not be able to achieve the requirements of the plan.

Saoirse even played the wrong beat several times, but fortunately no one cared about her messy rhythm.

"Listen to mom, we must grow up safely~ The moment we pick up the hoe, our figures overlap with dad's~"

Teresa sang in the style of a church choir, a vocal method that is not suitable for a solo performance.

Fortunately, the common people didn’t have much entertainment, so they could still enjoy Teresa’s singing.

As the song slowly came to an end, Theresa noticed that many eyes were staring at her.

Theresa, who was not nervous at first, was suddenly so scared that she couldn't speak.

"You sang well, one more!"

Teresa's lyrics are closely related to civilian life, parents, hoes and sickles, these things, everyone knows what they are.

Compared to the usual hymns where even the words were incomprehensible, Theresa’s singing was intimate and clear.

Theresa didn't know how to respond to the audience's enthusiastic gazes, but fortunately she had prepared a lot of her show.

Without an announcement, without any sound equipment, and even without Saoirse's signal, Theresa started singing the second song at the top of her lungs.

"We are born to be free! Free to travel in the wind, step on the land under our feet, and breathe the fragrance of the soil~"

Saoirse quickly played the tambourine to accompany Theresa's performance.

The tavern, which was originally just a place for workers to while away their boredom, remained open until dawn.