The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

The archbishop woke up from his coma with a splitting headache.

He forced himself to open his eyes and found that several high-ranking officials of the temple were surrounding him.

They had sad faces and surrounded the archbishop, reciting scriptures silently.

Every bishop-level figure was wearing a robe that symbolized their highest status. The archbishop's heart sank, knowing that the worst thing had happened.

The archbishop laughed at himself. Who could have thought that something that had nothing to do with him would develop into what it is now?

“Don’t read it anymore…”

No one stopped, and even though the archbishop had regained consciousness, the people around him turned a deaf ear to it.

They surrounded the archbishop's bed and placed jasmine flowers on his body.

The archbishop has been submerged in the sea of ​​flowers.

"I said! Stop reading it!"

This time, all the people chanting stopped. They looked at the archbishop with only pity in their eyes.

Among all the people present, the bishop responsible for interpreting the holy scriptures was closest to the archbishop.

He opened his mouth to comfort the seriously injured and dying archbishop.

"Your injuries are too severe, and have damaged your foundation. In the final days, we will prepare the most grand funeral for you."

You are still alive, but someone wants to discuss your funeral.

What does it matter how grand the funeral is!

"That's enough! All of you get out and let the Saint come in!"

At the end of his life, the person the archbishop wanted to see was the saint.

The saints here are naturally not the ones rescued by Li, but the real saints of the temple.

The saint, wearing a purple robe and holding the original holy book in her arms, walked respectfully before the archbishop.

Seeing the saint coming, the archbishop calmed down.

They all said that the man was about to die, and his words were good. The archbishop knew that he did not have much time left, so he no longer worried about the power in his hands.

Those people watched him collapse on the ground, all for the sake of getting another position as an archbishop.

Even though the archbishop is not very smart, he can still see through the evil nature of human nature.

"The Saint is here~Sit down."

The archbishop flexed his fingers, motioning the saint to come closer to him.

The saint obeyed and sat on the edge of the bed, twisting her body to look at the archbishop's kind face.

The saint stared at it for a long time until the archbishop reminded her, and then she came to her senses.

"Why, are you surprised? I can also show this look~"

"Yes, I don't understand. If Your Majesty had advocated kindness, harmony, and benevolence from the beginning, you wouldn't have ended up like this today."

The saint believed that the archbishop had the ability to change the course of the church's decay. As long as the archbishop stood up to stop those behaviors that went against doctrine and humanity, the church could be restored to its original purity.

"That's just your wishful thinking. The reason why the temple has become what it is now is not because of anything we or anyone else did, but because of the law of natural development."

Having been in the situation before, the archbishop was blinded by the immediate benefits.

Now he sees the essence of these things, and what he says is more philosophical.

"When one or two people do something bad, we can use the right name to accuse them and urge them to correct their mistakes. But when everyone is doing the wrong thing, what can you do if you think you are in the right position?"

The archbishop knew that the saint had always been dissatisfied with the current situation in the church.

The saint was selected from the most outstanding nuns in the temple and was deeply influenced by the bright thoughts in the scriptures since childhood.

To some extent, the Saint and Freyr Lian are of the same kind.

The education they received since childhood is the crystallization of human history and good qualities.

They have done the best they can, but the world is not all white.

Black and white, mixed with gray, contradictory things mixed together, this is the real world.

"Saint, it's time for you to put down the holy scriptures and use your own eyes to confirm the real world."

In the end, the archbishop did not rebuke others for their evil deeds against him. He just told the confused saint what he thought was most important.

"We can't change anything..."

The saint looked at the sleeping archbishop and reached out her hand to touch his cheek.

The archbishop suffered irreparable brain damage because he rescued the man too late.

He doesn't have much time left to live. Perhaps in a few days, or perhaps in the blink of an eye, the archbishop will pass away.

"Try to put down the Holy Scripture..."

The saint picked up the holy book in her arms. The faint light emitted by the holy book seemed to dispel the confusion in the saint's eyes.

The saint wanted to try to listen to the archbishop's advice. She put the holy book in the archbishop's hand and planned to leave.

However, the next moment, the saint turned around as if possessed by a ghost. She held the holy book tightly in both hands, and her fingertips pressed hard on the cover of the holy book, fearing that it would leave her.

"No, the only reason for my existence since I was a child is to serve the Holy Scripture. I can't give it to you!"

From the moment the saint is chosen, she is given the qualification to serve the holy scriptures by the temple.

The Holy Scripture and the Saint are inseparable, and the Saint has never let the Holy Scripture leave her body.

Even the kind archbishop could not make the saint give up her years of habits.

The saint knelt on the ground holding the holy book, and she silently muttered words of reverence.

"The holy scriptures guide me in the direction of my journey. The holy scriptures record the truth of the world. The holy scriptures are the proof of the existence of the goddess. The first ascetics walked on a road full of thorns. The shining holy scriptures guided the monks and led the human kingdom to become prosperous and strong..."

The saint who is inseparable from the holy scriptures seems a little weird.

As she recited these words, an indescribable power resonated with the holy scriptures.

With the help of magical power, the saint heard the voice of the goddess' oracle.

“…There is no need to be confused…Believers…the light will be revealed…”

"Goddess! The gods have answered my call!"

Too many things happened today, and this place, the temple, has gathered a huge amount of power of faith.

For the first time, the saint heard the goddess' voice clearly, although it was a little intermittent.

"Goddess! Please tell your devout believer how to proceed! Give me guidance, goddess!"

The saint knocked her head to the ground with a dull thud.

The prayers that were so devout that they almost amounted to self-harm finally resulted in more oracles.

“Light will be drowned by darkness, and darkness will give birth to new light, find him, influence him, and change him…”

The sound transitioned from clear to hazy, and finally disappeared.

The saint kowtowed twice more, but failed to call back the goddess.

"Goddess, please tell me directly, what should I do! Don't go, goddess, goddess!"

The vague oracle felt through spiritual resonance did not dispel the saint's confusion.

The ambiguous Zen words struck the saint's fragile heart like a joke.