The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

On both sides of the King's Avenue, teams of Vatican knights holding four-meter-long spears stood there respectfully.

The early spring wind blew up dust, forming choking smoke, and passers-by watching on the side covered their faces and coughed.

The Vatican knights ignored the blowing sand and dust. They cared more about the flags flying above their heads than the choking dust.

The Vatican knights were wearing heavy combat armor, and the flags hanging on the shafts of their halberds were not the usual flags of the temple.

The Vatican Knights who appeared before everyone today were the most elite Punishment Knights of the Templar.

They have been active on the battlefield between humans and demons and have not appeared in front of ordinary people for decades.

Compared with those ordinary knights who used to rely on the power of others to bully others, the knights of the Vatican standing on both sides of the street constantly radiated holy light.

The holy light on them is also different from that of the clergy we usually see.

The holy light of these Vatican knights appears light pink to the naked eye, as if the blood of their enemies has dyed their faith red.

"Funeral for His Majesty the Archbishop!"

After many days, the archbishop finally went to another world.

This archbishop did not do anything special during his term.

Many people don't even know what the archbishop looks like.

A glass coffin pulled by eight horses slowly approached from the end of the street.

The eight knights in charge of pulling the horses controlled the horses to move in unison.

They always crouched on their horses, like the ancient pioneers who used ropes and manpower to pull heavy objects.

The carriage that carries the archbishop's glass coffin is a specially made gilded flat-bottomed carriage.

The car had a low chassis and moved very slowly, allowing people passing by on the roadside to see the archbishop's kind face.

When the archbishop passed through the street, devout believers presented him with branches of flowers. They gave their blessings to the archbishop and asked him to help take them to the goddess' kingdom.

"Great Archbishop, you have devoted your life to comforting everyone's pain. You convey the suffering of believers every day and night, and bring the blessings of the goddess back to the kingdom. Archbishop, you have dedicated your life to the church and the kingdom. He deserves our respect and deserves our remembrance!"

A clergyman dressed as a prophet read out the eulogy in public, and the people saluted the archbishop with religious rituals and then bowed in unison.

Soon, sounds of crying were heard from the crowd that came to attend the archbishop's funeral, and many people were infected by the emotions and shed tears on the spot.

Some may ask, are these people really so devout that they would be sad about the death of the archbishop?

In fact, it is not the case. People cried for themselves. They just saw their own end in the death of the archbishop.

Even the greatest of the temples and the most powerful person in the kingdom could not defeat death.

If you were an ordinary person with no assets and no abilities, wouldn’t you feel despair about this world?

Others wept because the kingdom was about to be in turmoil again.

People still remember how chaotic the kingdom was when the last archbishop took over, and how many people were involved in the struggle of faith.

The sadness in the streets was real, but not much of it was for the Archbishop.

But from the perspective of an observer, at least the scene was well done.

Unlike the masses who had their own thoughts, the Knights of Judgment who attended the Archbishop's funeral were truly saddened by his passing.

"Have you heard that the archbishop was injured in the cathedral's assembly hall?"

"Those people have forgotten the oath they made to the goddess and only care about the little power they hold!"

The deputy leader of the Knights of Judgment stood in the distance and silently watched the transport convoy, while constantly cursing the members of the Templar for their inaction.

"We have been fighting the demons with our lives since we stepped onto the battlefield, but the people behind us are trying to sabotage us!"

The knight standing next to the deputy captain didn't dare to say a word.

The deputy commander of the Knights of Judgment fought his way up from the bottom through military merit.

There were three horizontal scars on his face, caused by a hellhound scratching his face.

If there hadn't been a healing priest beside him, the deputy leader would have died in that battle.

The deputy commander is the true banner of the Knights of Judgment. He personally cut off the head of the three-headed dog and hung it in front of the door of the front-line tent.

Everyone who passed by would look at him in awe.

"Damn it! The Archbishop said that only the Saint is trustworthy. Where is the Saint? Let her run over to see me!"

The deputy leader of the Knights of Judgment kicked a trash can on the side of the road away.

The smelly filth was all over the floor, but no one dared to blame him for his rudeness.

There were only two soldiers working silently, taking cleaning supplies from a roadside shop and quietly cleaning up the mess made by the deputy commander.

"Deputy Captain! Please control your temper. This is the capital, not the front line!"

The saint holding the original holy book walked over slowly.

She didn't really want to have any contact with the deputy leader of the Knights of Judgment, because this man was just a warrior and didn't understand faith at all.

When the deputy leader saw the saint's hesitant look, he became furious.

The deputy leader pointed angrily at the convoy in the distance and asked the saint why she did that.

"Who told you to hold a funeral like this? What's with that glass coffin?!"

The saint was bewildered when she was reprimanded. What was wrong with the glass coffin? Didn't everyone see that they were admiring the appearance of the archbishop?

The deputy leader roughly pulled off the saint's hood, revealing a beautiful and innocent face.

"Do you understand? The archbishop's funeral ceremony requires the body to be placed in a laurel coffin filled with holy water and escorted by at least two high-ranking priests holding sacred artifacts. And look at the result now!"

The saint was fully responsible for the archbishop's funeral ceremony.

Because no one else in the church cared about the arrangements after the archbishop's death.

"You're talking about battlefield habits! Those things have long become history!"

The saint was well-versed in the holy scriptures, so she naturally knew the funeral ceremonies of high-ranking members when the temple was first established.

In the past, every respected bishop-level official would undergo a strict exorcism ceremony after death in order to prevent their powerful remains from being stolen by demons.

What era is it now? This is still the royal capital. The saint simply cannot understand the deputy captain's stubbornness and feudalism.

"You say I'm stubborn, you say I don't know how to adapt? What about you? The archbishop wrote to me and told me that you are also a person who pursues classical doctrines!"

The deputy leader tapped the saint's head with his fingers, causing her to retreat continuously.

When had the saint ever been bullied like this? And she had no way to deal with the deputy leader.

"Now, listen to me! Those glass products all come from the North. I don't trust that damned rebellious land! Before burying him, replace the archbishop's coffin with laurel wood and fill it with holy water! Are you listening, Saint!"

The saint was completely suppressed by the deputy leader's aura. She remained silent, and finally bit her lip and nodded.

Seeing that the saint understood his instructions, the deputy leader of the Knights of Judgment turned around and left without any reluctance.

The saint was a little worried that he would cause trouble again.

"Where are you going? You should be guarding the Archbishop until this funeral is over!"

"What could possibly go wrong at a funeral? I'm going to catch the person who caused the problem!"

The deputy head of the group cursed and left the deserted street, holding his usual long sword.

In the distance, the funeral of the archbishop was still proceeding as planned, and people were holding various ceremonies around the archbishop's body.

The only person who really cares about the death of the Archbishop and is angry about it is probably the deputy leader of the Knights of Judgment who goes against their will.

The saint who stayed where she was was a little confused. She suddenly felt that the deputy leader didn't seem to be a bad person.