The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Lian walked aimlessly on the street, and her subconsciousness led her to the street she was most familiar with in her childhood.

He happened to meet Duke Feng, who was in a calm mood.

It all seems to be fate.

Lian walked into the clearing and took off the robes of the secret order.

Lian tied her hair up and took off the black rose from her ear.

Magic power surged in Lian's body. The black rose sensed Lian's intention and slowly transformed into the shape of a sickle.

"Oh~ Lian, can your divine weapon be like this?"

Grand Duke Feng knew that Lian possessed the Freyr family's artifact, but he always believed that the Freyr family's artifact was a two-handed greatsword.

It was the first time he saw a divine weapon that could transform into a sickle.

"The foot cloth used by the goddess can also be a magical weapon. It can be transformed into a sickle. There is nothing to be surprised about."

"You're right~"

With the addition of lotus, the speed of clearing weeds is much faster.

While clearing the space, Duke Feng would occasionally come across debris protruding from the ground.

Most of these items are charred building materials, as well as some small decorative items left in the soil.

After pulling a burnt picture frame out of the soil, Duke Feng stopped cleaning.

This picture frame is hung on the wall of the bedroom, and the portrait should be the face of Duke von's wife.

Unfortunately, everything was destroyed in the fire.

"Lian, do you know that the fire that year was deliberately set by someone? They first poisoned the house, causing everyone to lose their ability to move, and then covered everything with fire."

At this moment, Lian knew that she should be a quiet listener.

"I worked very hard to investigate these things, and finally found the murderer who killed my wife. I confronted him and asked him why he did such a thing. Guess what he answered me."

Lian shook her head and waited for what Mr. Feng had to say next.

"The man who set fire to my happiness was a fallen noble. His family was once prominent, but because of the Feng family, they were expelled from the kingdom. Simply put, there was a grudge against our ancestors."

The kingdom has existed for so many years that most of the nobles have complicated relationships with each other.

There are many people who have grudges against you, and if you are not careful, you will be secretly plotted against like Mr. Feng.

"I questioned him, 'You have a grudge against my family, so why do you want to kill my wife?' That man answered me, saying that he thought so too, but the Feng family didn't let his wife and children go."

Duke Feng told a pitiful story.

When is the time for retribution.

Lianxin felt so sad when she heard this story, but she didn't know how to comment on it.

"Do you know why I'm telling you this?"

Seeing that Lian was confused, Mr. Feng told her these stories to enlighten her.

"Lian, what do you think is holding the kingdom together now?"

What is used to maintain it?

This question confused Lian. The kingdom was just the kingdom, and she had never considered the meaning of the kingdom's existence from this perspective.

Duke Feng looked at Lian's innocent eyes and sighed helplessly.

"Lian, you are a good child. You have learned the best qualities of being a human. There are not many people as innocent as you in the kingdom today."

Lian walks upright, sits straight, and always prides herself on being righteous.

But in this case, Lian would live in confusion, because the current kingdom is not suitable for people like Lian to survive.

"The kingdom has a very long history, and the aristocratic system has not changed for many years. In the past, the kingdom was maintained by survival. Later, it was maintained by faith. After that, it was maintained by power. Now, the only thing that maintains the kingdom is strength."

The kingdom is now on the brink of collapse. The reason why it has not collapsed yet is because the king and the parliament of nobles control the highest military force in the kingdom.

After his trip to the north, Duke Feng saw clearly the ills of the kingdom.

"You know, when the king summoned me before, he asked about the situation in the North."

When Lian was summoned that time, she was waiting outside the door, but the king ignored her, which caused a lot of pressure on Lian.

"I explained to the king the various benefits of the new policy in the North. Guess what the king said?"

How could Lian guess what the king was thinking? Rather, as a subject, Lian did not dare to guess what the king was thinking.

However, what Mr. Feng said next severely shattered Lian's inherent impression.

"The king doesn't know what to do. He hopes the new policy can bring changes to the kingdom, but he is also afraid that this change will undermine his rule."

No one had ever said these words to Lian before.

It turns out that the king of the kingdom would also hesitate and be entangled in major issues and dare not take the first step.

"Uncle Feng, isn't it disrespectful for us to discuss the king?"

Lian was terrified. She looked around, fearing that a group of soldiers would suddenly appear and chop the two men to death.

But Lord Feng just laughed and didn't take it to heart at all.

"If the king does not accept other people's evaluation of him, then he is a foolish king. If he is wise and powerful, he will not mind how we evaluate him."

Duke Feng's words directly put the king in a difficult position. It was the first time that Lian saw the clever side of Duke Feng.

Who said that warriors have no brains? This sentence from Mr. Feng is enough to teach Lian Xue for ten years!

"Lian, you don't have to take all of what I've told you to heart. You just need to understand that even the king sitting on the throne has times when he can't figure things out. It's normal for you to not be able to figure things out either~"

Lian then realized that Lord Feng was trying to enlighten her.

Mr. Feng is right. Lian has always lived with the recognition of others.

From childhood to adulthood, the meaning of Lian's life and hard work is to get praise from others.

Lian was looking forward to others praising her efforts and the hard work and sweat she put into practicing martial arts.

Lian also hopes to revitalize the family in the future and let everyone say that Lian is a role model among the nobility.

Now, putting aside these external influences, Lian asked her inner self, and she suddenly realized that what she had been striving for seemed to have no practical meaning.

Seeing Lian realized that he had been dwelling on his own opinion, Duke Feng decided to give her another push.

"You have also seen in person in the North. Those civilians who have nothing only care about whether they can fill their stomachs. Those who have filled their stomachs begin to care about their clothes. Those who are well fed and clothed begin to care about etiquette and knowledge. Most of the troubles of human beings are self-inflicted. The things that are truly necessary may be a bowl of food and a sip of water."

When Duke Feng returned to the North this time, he didn't want to fight for power anymore. He just wanted to live a peaceful and stable life.

He saw confusion in the king. The ruler didn't know where the future lay, and Duke Feng, as his subordinate, was busy doing nothing but getting nothing in return.

Before leaving the capital, a place of trouble, his niece Lian was one of the few people Lord Feng knew whom he needed to worry about.

"Thank you, Uncle Feng. I think I should seriously consider my future life!"

Lian's eyes were clear and bright. She was still a little confused, but she was no longer struggling.

Lian turned the sickle in her hand back into earrings and turned to leave the Feng family.

The secret order robe and the pure white mask wrapped in it were thrown into the weeds.

Seeing that Lian did not take away the props that symbolized the dark side of the kingdom, Duke Feng smiled with relief.

Lian is a good child and she shouldn't be led astray by the king.

Duke Feng stood up and took out a match, a specialty of the north, from his pocket. He lit one and threw it directly into the pile of weeds.

The weeds burned quickly, and along with them, the debris of the past mixed in them quickly turned into ashes.