The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

The archbishop, who had been beaten by the old king, sat on the bishop's seat like a punching bag.

Faith is sacrosanct, and it is heretical for the king to shake his fist at the archbishop!

Unfortunately, the archbishop only thought about it in his heart. If this matter really got out, the first person to lose face would be the archbishop himself.

"Your Majesty, the Holy Temple is willing to help you, but you have to tell me what exactly you want to do, right?"

It's good that the Archbishop compromised, but he is really useless.

The old king was in great pain at the moment. On the one hand, he had to manage the affairs of the kingdom, and on the other hand, he had to find a way to dispatch the manpower in the temple.

The king has to do everything by himself. The archbishop in front of him really has no opinion at all, and the king really wants to give up.

"...I have no praise for the brains of you Templars. Asking you to do complicated things may actually do more harm than good. Or...wait a minute! I have a good idea!"

The old king originally wanted the temple to send more troops to the north, but after looking around the layout of the cathedral, the old king came up with an interesting idea.

The Temple is now recognized as the main body of human faith. In some ways, doing things in the name of the Temple will be more effective than the king's orders.

"Well, you, as the Archbishop of the Cathedral, will issue a few announcements. I will write the specific contents in advance, and you just need to give me your fingerprints!"

After saying this, the king left happily, leaving the archbishop confused.

Seeing that the king had really left, the archbishop took out an exquisite hand mirror made in the North and checked his handsome face which was swollen from being beaten.

The archbishop is not very smart, but he is really good-looking.

When he was young, the archbishop relied on his handsome face to get along with the noble women. When he was old, the archbishop's face exuded a sacred and humble aura.

"I can't leave any scars on my face!"

Just as the archbishop was looking in the mirror, a man walked in from outside the door. This man was none other than Cardinal Sid who had been driven away earlier.

Sid walked up to the archbishop, drew the sacred symbol with his hand, and gave the archbishop the Holy Salute.

"Sid, you saw how rude the king was to me!"

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, your face is still as handsome as ever. Let's first tell him the purpose of His Majesty's visit."

The archbishop was a little unhappy. Sid was good in every way except that he always cared about irrelevant things.

No matter how urgent the king's affairs are, what does it have to do with our temple?

As soon as Sid saw the archbishop's expression, he knew that this bastard certainly didn't take the king's arrival seriously.

Sid endured this incompetent boss and was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to replace the archbishop!

Sid is very ambitious, which makes him out of place in a place like the church.

"Okay, the king just told me that he will arrange what needs to be done, and then we can just announce it directly. It's very simple."

Sid nodded and left the hall to go outside to get some fresh air.

Sid stood on a high place in the church, and all he saw were clergymen active everywhere.

Some clergymen do things secretly that go against doctrine, while some do it openly.

As Sid looked at the increasingly gloomy church, he felt a growing sense of urgency.

Sid doesn't think he is a good person. He fights for power and profit for his own selfish reasons. However, compared to those people who just stand in the toilet without doing anything, Sid thinks he is still good.

Just as West Germany was looking out, a cold gaze came from the side.

When Sid turned around, he saw the saint hiding in the purple robe, looking at him with disgust.

"Lady Saint, what brings you here?"

The saint is the figurehead of the church, and her main function is to give alms and publicize the sanctity of the church.

Compared with men, young and beautiful saints are obviously more attractive.

"Lord Sid, the guard you placed at the door bumped into His Majesty the King, didn't you go and check it out?"

The saint pointed out the mistakes Sid made, trying to embarrass him.

However, West Germany, which has been in a high position for a long time, has its own management theory.

"I raised those two vicious dogs at the door to drive away those ignorant people. They usually play a big role~"

When some poor people who had worshipped the goddess so much that they became stupid wanted to rush into the temple, they needed fierce guards to manage them.

They accidentally angered the king today and can only blame themselves for being blind.

Sid will mention the conflict between the guards in front of the king, but if you want him to take the blame for the two guards.

Sorry, that's not the same thing.

"You are so cold-blooded. Those two worked hard for you, but you just ignored them after they made a mistake. Aren't you afraid that others will be disappointed?"

The saint wanted to use this incident to attack Sid, but saw Sid just smile.

"I want to correct what Her Lady Saint said. Those two guards were not serving me personally. They were guarding the gate of the cathedral. They made a mistake for the sake of the entire cathedral!"

"You are quibbling!"

"Quibbling? If the Saint Lady is willing to guard the gate herself, then I am willing to take the blame for offending the king this time. What do you think, Saint Lady?"

When looking at many things from the perspective of an outsider, one can come up with a set of theories to blame others.

Now Sid has dragged the Saint into the incident and asked her to sacrifice her time and energy to guard the gate. The Saint has to consider whether it is worth it.

Just as Sid expected, how could the saint be willing to look after the gate?

"Bishop Sid, you'd better remember that you are a clergyman!"

The saint snorted coldly and turned away.

Just as the saint left, a royal guard on a fast horse came to the archbishop with a letter from the king to do something.

Sid could see at a glance that what the soldier held in his hand was what the king and the archbishop had agreed to do.

Sid stopped the soldier and snatched the order from his hand.

"Go back and tell His Majesty the King that the Archbishop has fully authorized Bishop Sid to take over and complete His Majesty's mission!"

The soldier glared at Sid, and after confirming that Sid was really the bishop, he mounted his horse and left.

Sid noticed that the saint, who was about to leave, was standing in the corner and secretly paying attention to the situation here.

Sid made a pooh sound but did not try to hide it from the saint.

Sid opened the king's handwritten letter and read its contents silently.

At first, Sid read the letter casually, but after confirming the content of the letter, his expression became serious.

The content of the king's letter made Sid, who often used tricks, feel afraid.

After Sid finished reading it, he was stunned and cold sweat kept dripping down his head.

When the saint caught a glimpse of Sid's situation, her curiosity grew even stronger.

She didn't quite understand how the king's letter could make Sid so upset.

Could it be that His Majesty the King wants to adjust the layout inside the temple?

Thinking of the good thing, the saint rushed to Sid's side and snatched the king's letter from Sid's dazed hand.

“…What is your Majesty going to do?!”

After reading the letter, the saint became even more panicked than Sid.