The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Behind the bar of the beer hall, the brave man was holding the book that Li wrote for him, and was desperately memorizing the lines in it.

“Don’t wait for opportunities, learn to create them.”

"We can only use the swords given to us by the goddess to protect peace!"

“If one day, disaster comes before me, all I have to do is to swing my weapon, not kneel down and pray!”

The more the brave man recited, the more excited he felt. Li is truly a genius. He can actually write so many inspiring words.

Theresa walked over and took a look at the brave man, and felt that this young man was led astray by Li.

"Are you okay?"

"No problem at all!"

The hero no longer wore the bartender's clothes today. He changed back into the leather armor he wore when he was an adventurer.

Tonight, a group of workers who are dissatisfied with the status quo will come to the beer hall. What the brave man has to do is to awaken their fighting will.

Li wrote this in the plan.

"When the business in the North reaches a certain scale, the nobles in the capital will definitely extend their hands into the North. Their presence will disrupt the originally peaceful order and cause chaos among factories and workers."

This prophecy had already begun to show signs when the Templar Knights were defeated by Lucy.

“When the interests of the working class cannot be guaranteed, they will become panicked and at a loss. Unlike refugees, who will just move numbly to where they can feed themselves, workers will find ways to change the status quo because they have knowledge and skills.”

This is happening now, the brave man seized this opportunity, he didn't want to miss it!

A group of workers pushed open the door of the beer hall and swarmed in, looking for the person who was rumored to lead them forward.

The hero took a deep breath and stood up from behind the bar.

"Everyone! I am the brave Saint Xingyu, and I am the one who summoned you here."

Almost everyone who frequents the beer hall knows the hero.

When chatting, they would also confide their unhappiness to the heroes.

"It's you. What did you ask us to do?"

"Everyone! You are all workers, but the factory can no longer guarantee your livelihood. Those businessmen and nobles are not our protectors. They will only exploit everyone's labor and take away the wealth that should belong to you!"

Some people took the hero's words to heart, but most people didn't take it seriously.

"Brave man, you are just a bartender. Do you think you can bully us with just a few words? What's the difference between you and those noble lords?"

Faced with doubts, the brave man did not panic.

"You have made a mistake. Today, I am here to offer a suggestion. I do not want to be your leader. I just want to suggest that you take a closer look at yourself and your companions."

All the workers went into the beer hall. They wanted to hear any good suggestions from the brave man who had once gathered the refugees.

Seeing that everyone was willing to listen to his speech, the brave man happily took out some beer from the store to entertain them.

"Why do you think those merchants and nobles can step on our heads?"

The brave man raised a question, which caused everyone to think.

"Because those noble lords can mobilize soldiers!"

Yes, no matter when, anyone who can mobilize soldiers will be invincible.

"Now, we want to fight against those unreasonable oppressions. What do we need?"

"We need...our own soldiers!"

The workers came to their conclusion before they even finished their beer.

The working class needs its own army to protect its rights.

"No, we don't need soldiers. Each of us is our own soldier. We are workers, down-to-earth laborers. We should not regard force as everything!"

Seeing that the topic was about to deviate, the hero quickly jumped out to stop it.

After attracting everyone's attention again, the brave man raised his hands above his head again, allowing the holy light to penetrate the darkness, penetrate the roof, and illuminate the room.

"We are all workers. The scriptures also say that we are all brothers and sisters. I think we are bullied because we fail to unite. When a person encounters difficulties, if others stand up to support him, the difficulties may be solved. The problem is not as difficult as we think. What do you think?"

A good speaker should let the audience think for themselves.

After the brave man put forward his idea, he immediately gained support from others.

"We must unite and we should take responsibility for ourselves!"

The workers cheered and looked at the brave man without the initial wariness.

"I think we can form a group to help each other when we encounter problems. For example, when someone is sick, we can focus on hiring a community doctor. For example, if someone has a conflict with a noble, we should hire a lawyer to defend the worker..."

The brave man listed many examples, and these things happened around the workers.

No one had ever put themselves in the workers' shoes like this before, and everyone looked at the brave man with eyes full of gratitude and trust.

"I think you're right! I want to join, I want to join this group..."

When everyone was clamoring to join, they realized that this group had no name, and everyone was silent for a moment.

“What should we name it?”

"Can anyone write?"

"We can't just give random names, otherwise we'll be looked down upon by those noble lords!"

The scene became noisy again, and the brave man quickly banged on the dishes to suppress the noise that was about to rise.

"Why should we care about what others think? The name of our group is Brothers and Sisters Mutual Aid Association! As long as we think and work together, no difficulty can defeat us!"

The workers who got a positive answer laughed happily. At this moment, Theresa, who was acting as a trustee nearby, suddenly raised her hand and said something.

"We are brothers and sisters. There is nothing to be happy about."

Theresa was a little disappointed and the atmosphere became dull.

The brave man quickly picked up the lost enthusiasm.

"It's really nothing new for us to call each other brothers and sisters. In this case, let's change the name. We have the same aspirations and hope that each other can live a better life. In this case, let's call each other comrades!"

"Comrade?"

"That's right, comrade!"

"How are you, comrade?"

"Comrade, have you eaten?"

"Comrade, do you want to drink with me?"

"Comrades, celebrate with me!"

In the tavern, more and more people call each other comrades.

This word is like a charm, bringing together people who have nothing to do with each other.

"We have a common aspiration. We want to build a good land so that everyone can live a happy life!"

"The land beneath our feet will also be proud of us. This ambition is witnessed by the goddess!"

In the tavern filled with holy light, the brotherhood was established.