The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Theresa returned to the capital, walked across the dividing line between the old city and the new city, and walked along the King's Avenue, the most prosperous street in the capital.

Theresa subconsciously glanced at the palace at the end of King's Avenue, then turned her head to look at her destination.

The holy temple standing on the mountain radiates a reassuring holy light in the dark night.

The holy light is not strong enough to make it difficult for people nearby to sleep.

"The goddess taught us that all lives are equal. If that's the case, why are there nobles and commoners, and why are there new and old city districts..."

After spending a long time with Li, Theresa began to think about some questions that she would not have thought about in the past.

Theresa saw something that went against her beliefs and she was confused.

Teresa was born in the church. According to the nuns, Teresa was an abandoned baby.

Without knowing her parents and having never been exposed to the secular world since she was a child, Theresa once naively believed that the church was everything.

But as she came into contact with the outside world more and more, Theresa had more and more questions in her mind.

Theresa exerted force with her feet, and traces of holy light merged into her blood, catalyzing the power of her legs.

Theresa jumped onto the roof like a little deer and flew quickly over the city.

It would have taken two hours to travel by public carriage, but Theresa finished the journey in just over ten minutes.

Before her was the towering holy mountain, with long steps like a ladder to heaven standing before Teresa.

Theresa stepped onto the steps.

The original steps were marble tiled with two metal anti-slip lines on them, symbolizing the most popular modern craftsmanship.

After walking up a few hundred steps, the shape of the steps changes to a combination of bricks, stones and cement.

Continue climbing upwards and the style of the steps changes to simple stacking of stones.

Theresa walked on the loose stone steps, her feet making a clattering sound from time to time.

Standing halfway up the mountain, you can see half of the city. The whole city remains quiet in the night, like a dormant beast.

"Apostle Teresa, you've worked hard."

Theresa arrived at the headquarters of the temple. This huge complex of facilities built on the mountainside is what people call the temple.

In the part open to ordinary people, there are two managers in charge.

They recognized Theresa and greeted her immediately when they saw her return.

Theresa nodded to the two of them, but there was no further communication.

Passing through the newly renovated statue of the goddess and the magnificently decorated prayer hall, Theresa once again came to the mountain road.

The secular facilities halfway up the mountain were not Theresa's destination. They were just open to mortals, like a scenic spot.

Everyone knew that praying to the goddess here would never be answered.

However, the facilities built halfway up the mountain have been constantly squeezing the pockets of ordinary believers over the past countless years, providing huge funds to maintain the operation of the entire church.

It was only after the king and the council of nobles launched the magic reform that the temple gradually fell into disuse.

However, in recent times, the Temple's extermination of the Undead Dragon has once again awakened the faith in the hearts of the people.

Theresa didn't pay much attention to the changes in the lower areas, because for an apostle like her, the real temple was the part further up.

Continuing up the mountain, the steps under Theresa's feet changed again.

Every floor tile here is glowing, and the faint holy light that covers the entire holy mountain is emitted by them.

If you look down carefully at the steps under your feet, you will find that these bricks and stones made of strange materials are covered with ancient patterns that are difficult to decipher.

These patterns correspond to ancient magical symbols, spanning countless years, and these arrangements still fulfill their mission today.

Theresa's legs were tireless and she soon reached the superstructure area.

The buildings in this area are all of classical style, and there is no trace of the mountains below.

Some young girls dressed in nuns' uniforms live here. When they saw Teresa, a senior, going up the mountain, they sent friendly greetings.

"Sister Theresa! That's great, you're going down the mountain to carry out the mission again."

These apostolic nuns, who are not yet adults, are forbidden to go down the mountain.

The training regulations stipulate that underage nuns have weak minds and are easily influenced by worldly things in their faith.

This damn regulation is something that all nuns hate, but it is also something they cannot resist.

The church provides care, training and education to these orphans. It would be ungrateful for the sake of the prosperity below the mountain. Anyone with a conscience would not go against it.

"Hello, are you studying the scriptures seriously?"

Unlike the indifference at the foot of the mountain, Theresa, who came to the mountain, regained her original innocence.

These young girls in front of me are all Theresa's descendants. In a few years, some of them will be running around the kingdom like Theresa.

When Theresa looked at these girls, there was an involuntary hint of pity in her eyes.

Because Theresa had gradually felt that being involved in the secular world was eroding her pure faith.

When her faith was completely worn out, or her thoughts became confused, she would no longer be an apostolic sister of the temple.

"Why is Sister Theresa like to ask us about our studies just like the other sisters?"

The little nun holding the ball pouted in dissatisfaction.

For mentally impaired children, learning is always a painful thing.

Because they still don’t understand the purpose of learning, and what impact the knowledge they have learned will have on their future.

Now Theresa would rather sit at her desk and read the scriptures that are so thick that they can kill people than to carry out those terrible tasks.

But she had already stepped out of the garden, had come into contact with the outside world, and had to endure everything that came with it.

Theresa took the ball from the little nun and looked quietly at this toy from the secular country at the foot of the mountain.

This item has been passed down through several generations of nuns and is a rare pastime in the church on the mountain.

But the origin of this ball almost destroyed an entire generation of apostles.

"This ball is very old. You should make a new one."

No worldly items are allowed on the mountain, and this ball came from an apostle who had betrayed the Holy Light.

After the apostle brought the ball back, he was immediately taken away by the law enforcement team.

No one knew what happened to the apostle afterwards, and no one ever saw the ball again.

The ball in Teresa's hand was secretly made by the nuns using leather and cloth, and the cloth was covered with paintings of scriptures.

It cannot be patted or kicked, and can only be held devoutly in the nun's palm.

It is no longer a real ball, but a prayer tool.

The ball, which could be used for playing, was never able to enter the temple, but the concept of the ball became a new knowledge in the temple.

From this point of view, the temple on the mountain does not seem to be static.