Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

On the southeast side of the pioneer city wall, a funeral was being held on a piece of lawn that had been cleared and cut down separately.

This place is very close to the farm on the east side of the territory. Standing on this slightly higher gentle slope, you can see a flat farmland not far away. Several huge agricultural alchemy beasts are driving in the black fertile fields with the assistance of farm workers.

The lawn area is not large, similar to the civic square in front of the lord's castle. The only difference is that there is a circle of low walls built with cobblestones around it, but it can only stop the herds grazing on the hillside. Ordinary people only need to support themselves with one hand to climb over.

Vaughn stood side by side with two newly promoted military colleagues, wearing the brand new black winter uniforms that had just been issued not long ago, and a white frost flower was pinned on his chest. This flower is a unique flower plant in the northern wilderness and only blooms in winter.

He had never heard of a funeral ceremony. His impression was that only when the tribal nobles or high priests of the evil orcs died, they would set up a bonfire to burn their bodies, and then take away the charred skulls as sacrifices for future sacrificial ceremonies.

Ordinary half-orcs or human refugees would not hold funerals. They were always like weeds in the wind of the wilderness, living in fear and dying quietly.

Those who were lucky would be secretly carried by their relatives to a secluded place to dig a pit and bury them, but they would definitely be dug out and eaten by wild beasts at night.

Those who were unlucky would be dragged back to their tents by the hungry evil orcs as an extra winter snack before their bodies were even cooled.

But today, he was notified to represent all the soldiers in the army, together with two other battalion commanders of the same level, to attend the funerals of more than a dozen ordinary soldiers who died in battle.

Vaughn actually knew the details of these soldiers very well.

Some were veterans who were recruited at the same time as him. When fighting against the evil orcs, they were unfortunately knocked down by a close attack and had their heads chopped off by an axe because they did not have time to change their ammunition.

Some followed their companions and sneaked out of the outpost fortress in the middle of the night, trying to snatch the remains of their comrades from the giant beast corpse puppets, but ended up leaving themselves there.

Some had just joined the army and received only one month of training before they were rotated to the river valley outpost. As a result, the first time they met the enemy, they were so unlucky that they were stabbed by a bone spear and died before they were sent to the medical station.

…

Most of them were like him, single men who struggled to survive in the wilderness. Not to mention starting a family and raising offspring, they had almost never touched a woman's hand.

There were also a few who had families with their wives and several well-raised children. The youngest was born after arriving in the territory and could not even walk.

If it were the past, his wife and children would have been miserable. The woman could find another man who was similar to him to live with, but the children would be a burden that wasted food. They were usually taken to the wild at night and thrown away, which was a bargain for the wild beasts that hid during the day and came out at night.

But Lord Harvey seemed to pay special attention to the orphans and widows left by the dead soldiers. He not only fulfilled his promise when he established the regular army - to give the families a generous... uh, pension.

He also provided their offspring with free admission to public schools, and gave them a certain quota of food and charcoal every month.

This means that the families of the dead soldiers can support the children left behind even if they don't work, until they leave school and become adults, they can read and write, and work in factories that they don't understand, with a high salary similar to that of officers.

No wonder even a fool like Duff couldn't help but shout out his envy.

This kind of treatment, even I feel a little envious... uh, damn it! Vaughn shook his head violently, trying desperately to drive away such stupid thoughts from his mind.

He didn't want to die on the battlefield, and then his wife became someone else's wife!

Wait! Vaughn suddenly remembered that he didn't have a wife at all... He had never even touched a woman's hand!

...

Mr. Asdalen was in charge of the soldier's funeral, but the ceremony speech was a little too much, and Vaughn only heard a few words that he could understand.

What "We will always remember those who sacrificed to protect their homes and loved ones..."

And "The souls of the soldiers who fought bravely will return to the territory..."

These words made Vaughn feel a warm current surging in his heart, and his eyes and nose were a little sour. Those who were alive and swaying in front of him not long ago were now put into small pottery jars.

The bodies of the fallen soldiers were not convenient to transport back to the territory, and they were all collected by them personally and burned into ashes and brought back.

The last part of the funeral was the burial. The pottery jars were neatly stacked in the earth pit dug in advance. Mr. Asdalen asked all the officers to line up in order according to their ranks and positions, and shovel a handful of soil to fill the pit.

The first one to come was Vaughn, who was at the head of the team. He was now the most experienced battalion commander among the three battalion-level officers, so he naturally lined up at the front of the team.

He held the shovel and inserted it into the pile of soil in front of him. He felt a little heavy in his hand. The dozens of officers behind him watched him silently without saying a word, which made him slow down his movements.

After filling a handful of soil, he couldn't help but pick the white frost flower from his chest and gently placed it on the stone tombstone erected in front of the earth pit. He only recognized a few words on the tombstone, which were probably their names.

Vaughan knew that many soldiers born to refugees did not have complete names, and they usually called them with easy-to-remember nicknames, but when the lord counted the list of the dead, he waved his hand to them. A new first and last name was temporarily selected.

If this is done, even in a few decades, people will not confuse their identities when they come here to pay their respects.

That's great, Vaughan thinks.

If his final destination is here, he would be lucky enough to obtain the surname given by Lord Harvey himself. He has never had a surname, and neither of his father and ancestors seem to have.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

It would be great if I could use "Floyd" as my surname after my death. No, no, my identity is too low to defile Lord Harvey's surname...

...

After the funeral, Asdaren hurried back to the Lord's Castle to report to Harvey.

"Sir, the soldiers' funeral has been held." He seemed to be in a complicated mood. "When I presided over the ceremony on the spot, I observed some interesting behaviors and attitudes of the officers..."

Harvey put down his quill and raised his head and asked curiously: "Oh? Shouldn't the funeral be solemn and solemn? Why do you think their behavior is interesting?"

"No," Asdaren shook his head, unable to accurately describe his feelings, "I can't say what this is like... I have never seen any noble or superior wizard in the past to treat lowly civilians like this .”

Harvey laughed, "That's normal, because I'm neither aristocrat nor an ancient superior wizard."

He pressed Asdaren on the sofa and explained with a smile: "But do you think their reaction and attitude are good, right?"

Without waiting for Asdaren to answer, he continued to say to himself: "This is what I told you, another disguised form of buying people's hearts... This is different from rewarding them with money, but the purpose is to achieve the same destination. ”

Harvey's ultimate goal is to make these civilian soldiers begin to think and understand why they are fighting.

When they understand that fighting bravely and defending their homes can also receive the same noble honor as the noble knights, they will be praised and remembered forever.

This army, which is entirely formed by civilians, will produce unimaginable changes in thought.