The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

The day before yesterday, a fire destroyed two blocks in the royal capital. Some people were trapped in the flames while they were sleeping and lost their precious lives.

Some people also lost their homes and became homeless refugees.

Some refugees lost their accumulated wealth and became penniless. They cried, grieved, and finally became numb.

Maybe dying in the fire would be better than surviving.

"The goddess will protect you. Flames are dead things. Their devouring is a thing of the past. The holy light will protect your future!"

At the foot of the holy mountain, a thin priest was preaching to the people.

This priest was as thin as an ascetic monk, and one would suspect that a gust of wind would break him in half.

A large group of refugees who had lost their homes gathered around the priest, quietly listening to the principles that they could not understand at all.

The only thing these refugees knew was that after listening to the sermon, they would receive bread and blankets.

"You filthy poor bastards, each of you can only take one blanket. If anyone dares to take more, I will chop it off!"

Partnering with the thin priest was a fat priest who wielded a whip and maintained order at the scene like an aristocratic overseer.

The whip kept hitting the air, scaring the refugees so much that they all shrank their heads.

Li, who was mixed in with the refugees, watched this scene quietly. He felt that the management methods of the temple were a bit radical, but very effective.

During disaster relief, order is of utmost importance. If looting occurs accidentally, the situation will be out of control.

Li heard that many people around him were cursing the relatives of the fat priest in a low voice, and many were cursing him, saying that he would go to hell after his death.

Li felt that this fat priest would definitely not go to hell because hell would not accept a good person.

"Give me a piece of bread, thank you."

Li squeezed in front of the fat priest, stretched out his hand to grab a piece of black bread, and threw out a silver coin at the same time.

One silver coin was enough to buy dozens of black breads. The fat priest took the coin and after confirming that the refugee really gave the money, he looked at Li in surprise.

“I’m not a refugee, I’m a guest.”

Li had mixed in with the refugees before in order to find out the situation in the temple.

If the temple was like the palace, a place where people were eaten without leaving any bones, Li would definitely turn around and leave.

However, the partnership of the fat and thin priests gave Li a good impression. No matter what the temple did behind the scenes, at least on the surface, they still maintained the righteous path preached by the world.

"You are…"

"I'm Lee, a visitor."

Li took out the note inviting him and handed it to the fat priest.

It was the first time that the fat priest saw an invitation written on a piece of paper.

The fat priest thought that the note might have been forged by Li, but the name Theresa at the end of the note confused the fat priest.

Mother Teresa, this is one of the true apostles on the top of the Holy Mountain, and the priest who is closest to the will of the Goddess.

"The temple never invites ordinary people to the mountain. The origin of your invitation is unknown..."

Not to mention ordinary people, even the fat and thin priest duo are forbidden to go to the top of the mountain. The real temple and the secular temple are completely two different things.

"Since you don't believe in invitations, then contact the Hilltop and ask them if they have a guest like me."

Li was very polite to the fat priest, and the fat priest was reluctant to directly reject Li's request to climb the holy mountain.

According to normal procedures, when a visitor visits the leader, the subordinate should indeed run over and inform him.

However, the holy mountain has strict rules. Even if the sky falls, even if the world is destroyed, people living at the foot of the mountain cannot go up the mountain.

"I'm really sorry, we can't confirm that."

“…I see. The Holy Temple is really strange. I will try to communicate with it in my own way.”

Your own method?

The thin priest also came over, and he and the fat priest looked at Li with curiosity.

Li, an outsider, seemed to have a natural lack of reverence for the holy mountain and the goddess, and he also had an invitation letter from the apostles on the top of the mountain.

Does Li really have a way to communicate with the top of the mountain? If this method can be replicated, the two priests also want to learn from Li.

Who knows, this experience may be an important basis for whether the priests living at the foot of the mountain can go up the mountain.

Under the expectant gaze of the two priests, Li walked to an open space away from the crowd.

Li looked around and made sure that he was far enough away from ordinary people. Then he nodded to the two priests, indicating that his operation was about to begin.

Li did not hide his actions, and even deliberately slowed down his movements in order to let the priests see clearly.

"O ancient soul that remains in this world, your existence is indelible, your might is everlasting, neither the sky nor the earth can bury you, please respond to my call!"

While casting magic, Li kept chanting the spell. The content of the spell made the priests go from expectation to astonishment. In the end, two priests even rushed over to stop Li from casting the spell.

It's a pity that they reacted a little slowly.

An illusory dragon shadow condensed from the void. Everyone living in the royal capital had witnessed this terrifying scene. The resurrected dragon released its astonishing dragon power in the sky.

Now, Li recreated the scene of resurrecting the magic dragon not long ago. Of course, this time he only summoned the shadow of the magic dragon, not the entity.

"Damned necromancer, you cast such a powerful spell just a flower bed away from the people!"

The refugees who were originally queuing up in the square to receive relief all looked at the sky in astonishment.

When they looked up, they could see the dragon's illusory belly. The dragon's illusory image was like a small mountain, hanging above everyone's head.

It was too close, so people couldn't see the dragon's entire appearance, they could only see a huge black shadow.

"That's the dragon's sphincter..."

Someone in the crowd got so mad that he pointed at the dragon's buttocks and said something rude.

Even though the dragon was reduced to a shadow, it could not tolerate such an insult.

"Ow~"

A soul dragon roar that was far away from reality spread out from the air. Those who heard the roar all stood on the ground with empty and dull eyes.

It may take one or two seconds, or several minutes, for people to slowly react.

The dragon shadow in the sky has disappeared, and everything that happened before seems like a dream.

The top of the holy mountain suddenly lit up with light, and then returned to its normal appearance.

No matter what kind of chaos Li's magic caused this time, at least those people on the top of the mountain already knew that Li had come down the mountain.

"Hey, let me tell you, your holy mountain should at least have a doorbell or something. Otherwise, you have to yell every time someone comes, which is too unfriendly to the residents of the capital."

The fat and thin priests glared at Li fiercely. Only a bold madman like Li would dare to play such a trick in the Holy Mountain.

If it was any weaker dangerous person, the fat and thin priests would have used holy light to evaporate the opponent.

"...Mr. Li, we will report the matter of installing a doorbell on the Holy Mountain to our superiors. Please do not cast dangerous magic casually in the future."

"Dangerous magic? The magic I just performed was safe magic."

"…Then please don't cast any magic. Thank you for your cooperation!"