The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

The old king couldn't hide his unhappiness when he saw the situation suddenly taking a turn for the worse.

Before today, the old king had not paid much attention to the changes in the North.

To be honest, there have been many rebellions and changes in the kingdom's history, so many that there are several every year.

But if those rebellions that gathered together were left alone, many of them would naturally die out.

In this age where education and knowledge are kept private, the average person has no education at all.

A rebel army made up of ordinary people is no different from a pile of loose sand.

A crowd gathered together by courage, without supplies and plans, will naturally become refugees and disperse in a few days.

The old king used this experience to view the rebellion in the North, so when the signs of rebellion first appeared in the North, the old king simply asked the local temple to deal with it.

Who would have thought that the rebellion in the north did not die out naturally, but instead gathered more and more strength.

"The North has formed a self-sufficient system. There must be someone behind the scenes planning this. Those stupid knights of the Holy See can't even understand this!"

What scares the old king even more is that the North has been developing for more than a year, but has not immediately summoned the legions to expand its territory to the south.

The rebellion in the north is more like carving out a country on a piece of land and developing its own economy on its own.

The king believed that as long as he did not send the kingdom's army to suppress it, the North would continue to develop quietly, and this period of peace might last for ten years.

This kind of dormant power is extremely terrifying, because once it erupts, it will be like a stream of water released from a floodgate, and nothing can stop it!

The old king decided that he could no longer sit idly by and wait for death.

"Your Majesty the King?"

The guards standing at the door hadn't seen the old king out for a long time.

Today, His Majesty the King wore his most luxurious royal dress, a white bearskin cloak, and held a golden scepter in his hand, which symbolized royal power.

The last time the king was seen going out wearing this was when the archbishop of the cathedral was replaced.

Could it be that the king is going to church again this time?

The servant's guess was correct. The old king decided to go to the cathedral to meet with the archbishop and ask him to deal with the thorn in the north.

The old king took the royal carriage and went straight to the temple next to the palace.

The royal emblem was the best pass. Residents who met the king's carriage along the way all stood on the roadside and saluted respectfully.

However, when the carriage arrived in front of the temple, the guards holding the spear of discipline directly stopped the royal carriage.

"How dare you, you bastards, block the king's carriage! Guards line up!"

The soldiers beside the king immediately formed a battle formation, preparing to storm the cathedral gate.

The guards at the temple didn't care. There were only two of them and they didn't take the royal guards seriously at all.

"Your Majesty! You once swore an oath in the temple, vowing to sincerely serve the goddess and the Holy Light. A devout believer would not ride a cart pulled by livestock to trample on the goddess's land!"

The people in the temple were becoming more and more cunning. They even dared to let the king get off the carriage and walk in.

They used the name of the gods in such a high-sounding way that the king began to doubt how much respect the people in the temple had for the goddess.

Before the king could respond, a gorgeous carriage was seen on the street and quickly drove into the church gate.

The guard standing at the door did not stop the carriage at all. His attitude was completely different from that towards the king.

The king in the carriage was so angry that he laughed. He saw that the carriage belonged to the temple and there must be an important figure of the temple sitting in it.

Or, they could be the family of some important person.

Or maybe she is a devout believer who specializes in serving important people.

As a king, he naturally knows all the dirty deeds done behind the scenes by those in power.

The king ordered his soldiers to storm the church gate.

"Everyone, move forward! No one can stand in the king's way!"

The royal guards marched in unison, and the sharp momentum finally frightened the guards at the temple.

"Please wait a moment! Your Majesty, let us inform them for you. Can you please go in?"

When the hard approach doesn't work, they try the soft approach. These people's behavior is really shameless.

The king was too lazy to pay attention to the two gatekeepers and drove his carriage directly into the temple.

Just after the king's carriage passed through the gate, a saint in a purple robe walked out from the side.

The gatekeeper was struggling over how to report the king's intrusion to his superior, but when they saw the saint coming, they both bowed their heads in greeting.

"Your Excellency, you have also seen that the king is unwilling to abide by the rules of the temple. Please, Your Excellency, be our witness!"

The guards had a good idea. They planned to bring the saint along to share the responsibility for the incident.

The saint smiled slightly, waved her hand to call her servants, and took the two gatekeepers away.

“Tell the Discipline Hall that these two gatekeepers violated their beliefs and let them suffer!”

The saint has a special status in the church, and no one would object if she wanted to punish the two gatekeepers.

The gatekeepers didn't expect that the saint would punish them for just a disagreement.

The Journey of Suffering means that the gatekeeper has to walk barefoot in mud filled with broken wood and bamboo pieces. This is to allow the believers to feel the suffering that their predecessors have endured.

How could the pampered gatekeepers tolerate such punishment? They looked unwilling and directly questioned the saint.

"We are the people of Bishop West Germany. Even though you are a saint, you cannot punish us directly without going through Bishop West Germany!"

The gatekeeper questioned the saint and even used his boss to suppress her, which further angered the saint.

"I know that Bishop West Germany does not abide by the commandments and acts recklessly in the name of the church. Don't worry, it won't be long before Bishop West Germany will be punished with you!"

As the most devout saint, she had long seen the darkness within the church.

Today, the king suddenly visited the temple, which was a good opportunity for a turnaround for both the kingdom and the temple.

The saint decided to take advantage of this opportunity to clean up the corruption in the temple.

The saint watched the two guards being taken away with her own eyes. After confirming that the Discipline Hall had really taken over, she turned her attention back to the direction the king was heading.

The king's carriage moved quickly along the main road of the church. The king was going to meet the current archbishop.

As the carriage passed by, many clergymen were thrown into panic.

Some of these clergymen were wandering the streets drunk, holding wine jugs.

Some people walk with beauties in their arms, flirting with each other.

There were also people who held the holy scriptures and looked down upon believers with lower positions.

There are so many different aspects of life, and there is nothing sacred about them.

"Ugly, so ugly! The temple used to be the base for humans to fight against demons. Look at what it looks like now. If these people see the demons again, will they still have the courage to confront them head-on? No, I even think that compared to them, the demons are cuter."

The old king walked towards the most magnificent hall of the cathedral, criticizing these clergy who had lost their original intentions.

Hearing the king's anger, all the clergy around him lowered their heads.

No one knows how many of them were ashamed, and how many of them bowed their heads and showed anger.