Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Papal States, City of Grace - Goris.

In the sacred hall of the Glorious Cathedral, the Pope's throne at the top was empty.

Three cardinals sat side by side, silently looking at the cardinals standing below who were arguing endlessly.

Tossa Ismael frowned and spoke first: "So the information provided by our informants in the Federation is true?"

"Yes, the author of the paper under the pseudonym Kel'Thuzad is a registered necromancer in the Federation! Humph, but the low-level caster level marked in the file is obviously a cover to cover up the identity."

"Low-level? Necromancer? Hasn't the Federation always discriminated against and excluded this faction internally? This is a good way to cover it up..."

Ismael raised a stack of white paper in his hand and asked the waiter to take it away and distribute it to other bishops.

"Name: Harvey Floyd, born in Jinhui City, the capital of Saint Valen Principality. His grandfather was an ordinary city guard knight. His mother died of illness when he was young. His father was an apprentice knight who died when he fell off his horse after drinking when he was sixteen... He hired a retired court magic consultant as a magic enlightenment teacher by selling his ancestral property, and then was admitted to a local undead academy in Saint Valen. Huh? The tuition was actually raised by borrowing."

"His resume is as clean as a bottle of clear water. There is no sign of being secretly trained by the Federation."

"No, you should read the following content carefully... The problem is that after graduation, he did not choose to return to his hometown Jinhui City, but went to a remote town on the border of Saint Valen Principality alone and established a magic laboratory there. ..."

Cardinal Bamoa sneered and said disdainfully: "What's so strange about this? Don't these guys who deal with corpses all day like to hide in dark corners to tinker with those evil magic researches?"

"That's the strange thing. He didn't stay in that border town for long before he offended the investigator stationed in the town by the Federation. I read the performance report sent back by the Jackdaw Town Church a year ago. There were civilians who reported to the church and the Federation at the same time. He arbitrarily persuaded civilians to participate in his undead experiments..."

These actions don't seem suspicious. Undead wizards have always been on the edge of illegal activities. It's very common to secretly steal corpses, raise zombie puppets to run away and hurt people, and leak corruption and disease from the laboratory to pollute the local area... These are all very common things.

The cardinals who got the detailed information patiently continued to read the thick content and gradually tasted something wrong from it.

The spellcaster investigator who had been making things difficult for him was suddenly assassinated after being dismissed. The Lord of Grizzly Castle who temporarily collected taxes from him was questioned and monitored by the Federation. A witch hunter who had changed his name died suddenly in his experimental manor...

"And... for some unknown reason, he secretly left Jackdaw Town more than a year ago and used the pioneering order he bought from the Earl of Grizzly Castle to go to the wasteland north of the God's Ridge Mountains. Since then, he has been hiding his whereabouts and has never appeared in the southern border again."

A Knight Commander of the Judgment Army stepped forward and bowed, saying, "In addition, we have also investigated that the Dragonstone Chamber of Commerce, which is backed by the Saras family, has been in close contact with him in secret. Some people have witnessed the Dragonstone Chamber of Commerce's caravans constantly traveling to Jackdaw Town, and it seems that they are transporting a large amount of supplies to the wasteland..."

Ismael nodded and explained to the other bishops, "The person responsible for monitoring the prohibited matters of spellcasters in Saint Valen is Chief Judge Felipe. He had sent him half a month ago. The investigation team is heading to Saint Valen, and they should be almost there by now. We just need to wait for the results of the investigation. "

The gloomy judge Felipe stepped out of the crowd and responded in a deep voice: "Please forgive me for acting on my own, Your Excellency the Bishop. The order I gave to the investigation team is that no matter what the specific result is, the necromancer will be judged by divine punishment. Among the people who will accompany the team, there will be a high-level blood knight responsible for completing this task. "

Cardinal Bamoa clapped his hands and said: "It doesn't matter. The necromancer faction has always been like this. Moreover, he made such blasphemous remarks publicly under the instruction of the Federation. Even if he is under pressure from the two alliances, he should pay the price he deserves!"

Ismael did not comment on this arrangement. Compared with the recent turmoil in the Evil Moon Mountains, a necromancer hiding outside the national border is not worth too much attention from him and the other cardinals.

"Did the Union's informant pass on any other important intelligence information?"

The judges in charge of intelligence liaison standing below were silent for a moment, and finally Felipe stood up and said in a deep voice: "The informant... He also mentioned a secret involving the Union's cooperation with a mysterious spellcaster organization, which is closely related to their recent independent combat operations in the Evil Moon Mountains..."

Bamoya stood up suddenly and asked urgently: "Sure enough! Their recent actions in the Evil Moon Mountains, and the mysterious magic weapon that was rumored to be made specifically for the demons, who is the partner? The group of high elves hiding in the east? Or the sea people who have never communicated with us?"

Felipe paused, and said with some embarrassment: "The informant did not reveal the specific inside truth. He... He wanted to seek asylum and made a request... He wanted His Holiness the Pope to personally preside over a rebirth ceremony for him."

The sacred hall was suddenly silent.

Ismael's chuckle echoed in everyone's ears, "Haha, these so-called magicians who pursue truth and knowledge still have to kneel down at the feet of the gods and pray for the grace of life extension when their lives are about to end. It's so hypocritical and ironic..."

Bamoya hesitated and said, "Holding a rebirth ceremony for a spellcaster? That's ridiculous... It takes decades for us to train a martyr, and a ceremony will cost the lives of at least three martyrs, and there is no guarantee of success. His Holiness the Pope will never agree!"

Ismael said faintly, "No, if the value of this information is high enough, I think His Holiness the Pope will not refuse the other party's request. If the mysterious magic weapon obtained by the Federation really plays a decisive role in the war situation in the Evil Moon Mountains... We must not sit idly by. This is related to the church's faith foundation and secular reputation in the southern border. This is our foundation-we must never let believers lose faith in us!"

...

"What? They can't make it?" Harvey sat at the desk and asked Reiner who was holding a stack of work records.

Reiner cleared his throat pretentiously, "Sir, that's true. The shipyard's supervisors and workers are all transferred from the Ministry of Industry. They are all authentic wilderness people with clean identities. Most of them rarely come into contact with sampans, let alone large ships..."

There are quite a few rivers in the wilderness of the northern border, but they are frozen for nearly half a year, which is not suitable for ships to sail. Fishermen who are good at fishing can only use wood to simply tie up a sampan, which can barely float in the river to cast nets.

Reiner changed the subject and continued, "However, if you are willing to purchase a sailboat from the southern border and transport it to the territory, let them dismantle it for research, and perhaps they can try to imitate it successfully..."

Halfway through his words, Reiner felt a little embarrassed and shut up.

Purchasing a sailboat is not a difficult task, but the problem is that the God's Spine Mountains lie between the north and south continents. Even if Harvey really paid for a ship, he could not send it to the north. There is no navigable river connecting the two places, and the sailboat will not grow legs and cross the mountains by itself.

Harvey covered his face and sighed, and said slowly: "Contact George Santos of the Dragonstone Chamber of Commerce and ask him to help us hire some experienced shipbuilders, sailors, and helmsmen... We don't need too many, just those who can teach us how to build and drive a sailboat..."

"Well... I actually arranged for someone to contact him early in the morning. Mr. Santos said that there would be no shipbuilders and sailors who would be willing to travel thousands of miles from their warm and humid southern coastal hometowns to the northern wilderness over the mountains and ridges. No matter how high the price is, it will be useless. After all, they feel that their lives cannot be guaranteed, unless... unless they are tied up."

These words made Harvey speechless, and he could only get up and pace awkwardly in the study.

As the pioneering territory gradually developed and expanded, the most obvious problem was gradually emerging - the capacity of ground transportation was insufficient. Alchemy beasts that could carry goods could not be produced infinitely. In addition to the most common camels and reindeer in the wilderness, Harvey had not yet found other types of large herbivores that could be captured on a large scale for soul transfer.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Moreover, the carrying capacity of alchemy camels was not very high. Harvey almost needed to invest two-thirds of alchemy beasts in the territory mine alone for ore transportation, not to mention the huge storage area and other manufacturing industries.

So he naturally turned his attention to the glacial river next to the territory. This river originated from the towering God Ridge Mountains, rushed out from the Jackdaw Ridge and reached the depths of the wilderness. The river was wide and had sufficient water. Except for the three months of semi-frozen state in the winter season every year, the rest of the time was very suitable for sailing.

The two were halfway through their meeting when Alchemist Chris hurried to the castle to join the tense discussion.

"My Lord, I am more familiar with the situation in the South than Reiner. As far as I know, let alone the border area south of Jackdaw Ridge, even the entire Principality of Saint Valen seems to have no large shipbuilding workshops."

He walked to the wall with great interest, pointed to a map of the South hanging on the wall and patiently explained: "For countries located in the central part of the continent, most of the ships used for river shipping are purchased from Farrows. After all, it is a place known as the Land of Thousand Sails, with countless official and private docks of all sizes."

The problem returned to the core difficulty of not being able to ship back even if a way to buy a ship was found.

Harvey scratched his head and stared at the map on the wall in deep thought.

In the end, do I still have to rely on myself, a time traveler, to make it by force?

He asked Reiner to find him a piece of white paper for drawing, and spread it out on the desk and smoothed it.

Based on what he had seen in various books and TV dramas in his previous life, combined with the information and knowledge mixed in some sailing games on the Internet, Harvey could only tentatively list the construction specifications of the ship.

The draft of a ship sailing on a river must be shallower than that of a sailing ship, and the Glacier River is not a straight river. The river flow in spring and summer is huge, so the ship must also have a stable structure and not easily capsize.

The most important point is that he does not have skilled sailors and boatmen, so the ship he built must be easy to operate even if the shape is a little weird, so that the civilian workers responsible for driving can quickly get started after simple training.

In this way, the mast sails and traditional rudders that require experienced sailors and helmsmans to operate must be abandoned, and instead are powered by magic power systems to be responsible for ship advancement and steering issues.

Thinking of this, Harvey drew the appearance of the new ship in a few strokes, which made Reiner and Chris confused.

"Sir, is this... this boat? Why does it look like a huge pig's trough?"

Harvey chuckled awkwardly and explained, "The shape is not important, it is just practical. Besides...even if it is a pig's trough, it is a solid trough made of iron..."