The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Recently, there are not many troublesome things that Li needs to do personally. The most important thing is to investigate the origin of the Book of the Dead.

Li felt that as long as he figured out the origin of this book, he would be able to figure out many things.

So, when I learned that the Weize family was going to hold a banquet to celebrate the head of the family's birthday.

Lee seized this opportunity which could not be missed.

Li, dressed in a tuxedo and handmade leather shoes, arrived at the Weize family's property in the royal capital like a gentleman.

This mansion located in the city center is an important property of the Weize family in the royal capital.

The head of the family usually lives here, and whenever something big or small happens, he will use this place as a base to gather members of the Weize family for gatherings.

"Welcome everyone. Today is Marquis Weize's birthday. Everyone who comes is a guest. Please come in..."

At the gate of the Weize family's house, a team of servants greeted them with smiles.

All the prominent nobles in the royal capital will give some face today.

Even though the Weize family has declined, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Even if it is to maintain the relationship, there will be some reciprocity.

Li carried the suitcase containing kitchen utensils and walked towards the receptionist at the door.

As soon as the servant saw Li, someone ran back to report.

After a while, a man named Weize came out. He came in front of Li and acted condescendingly.

"Weize Li, you and your mother have long been expelled from the family. You are not welcome at the banquet today!"

He ran out to deal with Li's main family, and almost told Li to get lost.

Li smiled slightly and returned it in public.

"Did you see the kitchen utensils in my hand? I'm here as a chef. Is it true that turning people away is the way the Weize family treats guests?"

Li said this for everyone to hear. The nobles who were watching the fun around all looked at him with interest.

The more impoverished a noble family is, the more it cares about face.

If the Weize family dares to stop Li from leaving today, then tomorrow, the Weize family's reputation will be infamous.

No one would want to associate with a family that can't even accommodate its own descendants.

"You! You bastard, stop messing around!"

"I'm not being unreasonable. I have a good reputation in the capital. I've been on the chef list of many noble families."

Li took out his business card and opened the box to show his kitchen utensils.

Now, the people in the Weize family felt as uncomfortable as if they had eaten a fly.

If you continue to get entangled in family conflicts in front of everyone, you will undoubtedly fall into the lower position.

“…Since you are here to be a chef, stay in the kitchen! Have someone watch him and don’t let him walk around freely!”

The man who ran out to greet Li left angrily.

Then several attendants stood beside Li and surrounded him.

Li was carried by these servants directly to the kitchen, without giving him any chance to move.

The banquet hosted by the Weize family was very lively. As the protagonist of the day, the head of the Weize family sat in an exquisite wheelchair, pushed by the juniors, and responded to the greetings among the various nobles.

"Welcome, welcome. The last time I saw you was the last time. Come on, prepare a good seat for this baron~"

The white-haired old man warmly entertained every familiar guest.

At this moment, the man who had gone outside to receive Li before quietly came to the head of the family.

The man leaned over and whispered in the owner's ear.

"I'm sorry, Master. That Li was making trouble at the door. I had no choice but to let him in."

The old man glared at the useless tribesman, then asked in a muffled voice.

"What about Lee?"

"Leave him in the kitchen."

The old man waved his hand and asked people to leave. After receiving a few more guests, he pushed his wheelchair downstairs to rest.

The head of the Weize family is old, and when he leaves his guests to rest, no one will pick on him.

After the old man left, other members of the Weize family immediately came out to build relationships.

This is how it is among nobles. Talent or lack of talent is secondary, and building good relationships is the top priority.

In the kitchen, Li was cleaning a huge chicken. There were poultry like chickens in this world, but this kind of bird was not suitable for cold climates.

There are chicken farms only near the royal capital. A little further north, we can only eat pigeons to make up the number.

Li cut the slaughtered meat into patterned pieces and rubbed salt and spices on it.

The other chefs in the kitchen stayed away from Li, as they were afraid of having anything to do with him.

At the side door of the kitchen, the owner of the house, who was sitting in a wheelchair, slowly moved to Li's side.

He watched Li prepare the chicken for a while, and when Li was about to turn on the oven, he finally couldn't help but speak.

"Didn't you agree that you would never come back?"

Li glanced coldly at the head of the Weize family and replied indifferently.

"That was my mother's promise. What does it have to do with me?"

Back then, in order to drive Rose out, the Weiser family made the girl sign many unequal treaties.

The ugliness of the aristocratic family is fully reflected when dealing with their own family members.

The patriarch sighed helplessly, he knew that he had been too harsh on Rose back then, but as the patriarch, he would not apologize to Lee.

"Since you don't like the Weiser family, why did you sneak into this banquet?"

"I just came to ask a question, but I didn't expect that the whole family would not welcome me~"

Li pointed at the chefs in the corner of the kitchen. These chefs belonged to the Weize family and were afraid of being associated with Li, so they would rather all squeeze in the corner of the kitchen.

Their appearance might delay the progress of the banquet.

"Ask a question? What question do you want to ask?"

The head of the family didn't think there was anything to explain to Li. He just hoped that Li would not cause trouble on his birthday.

If possible, it would be best for Li to leave immediately after getting the answer he wanted.

"Don't worry, as long as you are willing to tell me the answer, I won't do anything unnecessary."

Lee stuffed the chopped spices into the chicken's belly, then turned on the oven and stuffed the chicken into the furnace.

The head of the family watched Li complete all this silently, while waiting for Li's questions.

"You know the Book of the Dead, right? What is it?"

When the patriarch heard the words "Book of the Dead", his pupils suddenly dilated.

Li knew that he had asked the right person. This old guy must know something.

However, before getting an answer, the head of the family suddenly turned his wheelchair and ran out without looking back.

Everyone could see that the head of the family was truly scared.

"Hey! You haven't answered me yet!"

Li wanted to call the patriarch, but he saw the patriarch shouting without even turning his head.

"I don't know anything, don't ask me!"

The owner's wheelchair hit the kitchen door with a loud bang.

The head of the family, who already had difficulty walking, must have hit his knee.

But the owner of the house ignored the pain, turned his wheelchair around, and left the kitchen in shame.

Li stood in front of the oven, silently watching the master's escaping back. The other chefs in the kitchen didn't even dare to make a sound.