The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

While adults are busy building their homes, children don't have so much to do.

Some children lost their fathers and brothers after experiencing the battle when the kobolds invaded the town.

A few children got together and agreed to pick wild flowers on the meadow and then go to the cemetery to offer them to their dead relatives.

Under normal circumstances, if adults noticed children walking towards the bushes, they would definitely warn them.

The snakes, insects, rats and ants in the grass can kill people if they are not careful. Children with poor defensive abilities are very vulnerable to harm.

But today, the militiamen on the roadside came over and stood beside the children to protect them.

These children will become the main force of the town when they grow up, and sending flowers to the dead in battle is also a part of the inheritance.

The militiaman who was looking after the children had already been on duty all night last night. After sending the children to the cemetery, he will go home to sleep.

However, when he came to the cemetery with a group of children, his sleepiness instantly disappeared.

"Oh my God! Our cemetery has been robbed!"

Half of the town heard the militia's shouts, and people gathered at the cemetery in small groups. When the horrifying scene appeared, everyone was so scared that they were speechless.

Several newly built tombs were dug up, and the pried-open coffin lids were laid out in front of everyone, and the owners of the tombs had disappeared.

At first, people thought that the bodies were not handled properly, and the cemetery had accumulated too many dark elements, causing the bodies to become undead and crawl out of the graves on their own.

But everyone soon found tools next to the turned earth pile, and a broken hoe was thrown there, indicating that the person digging the grave was most likely a living person.

"Who is this? He has no sense of public morality and would even steal corpses!"

The relatives of the victims were so angry that they wanted to skin the gravediggers alive.

If the tombs of nobles were robbed, people could still understand it, but the militiamen and townspeople who died in the battle did not have any burial objects.

Could it be that an evil wizard stole the body and did evil research?

Or have the kobolds returned and deliberately dropped some tools in an attempt to cover up their actions?

The townspeople gathered around the cemetery, pointing and talking. All sorts of theories appeared and the rumors became more and more outrageous.

If no one stops it, the theft of the body could easily become uncontrolled folklore, and maybe scare a few little kids to tears.

"Everyone disperse, this place has been taken over by the militia!"

Jack, who received the news, led the team to maintain order. They checked the robbed grave and found that the grave was dug up last night.

The crime tools left at the scene became the only clue to find the criminal.

Jack fiddled with the broken hoe that was abandoned at the scene. As he looked at it, Jack found that the broken hoe had a familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Jack looked suddenly at the iron ring on the side of the hoe used to fix it. There was a mark on it that Jack was very familiar with.

When Jack was doing farm work, he carved a crescent-shaped mark to prevent his tools from being confused with other people's.

There was no way Jack had made a mistake in the mark he had made, which meant that the abandoned hoe belonged to Jack's family.

The tools belong to him, the reviled gravedigger...

Maybe it’s your own home!

"plum!"

Jack gritted his teeth and rushed home to settle the score with his son, but when he got home, he only saw Xiaoli wearing black clothes.

Xiaoli hid furtively in the corner of the living room and tore a piece of cloth to cover her face.

The two silly and cute big eyes, coupled with the obscene posture, give off a full sense of stealing.

But Jack knew that Xiaoli would never steal things from home.

"Tsk~ Xiaoli, what the hell has Li done again? You better not cover it up for him."

"Hush! Master, come with me."

Xiaoli didn't explain and pulled Jack out through the back door. Jack followed Xiaoli with an expression on his face as if he was constipated.

Jack has always paid attention to his image to the outside world and never participates in things like playing house with children.

Jack swore that he would give Lee a good beating once he found him.

However, after being led by Xiaoli to an abandoned refugee camp, Jack's eyes widened as he saw a scene that he could not believe, and the idea of ​​beating his son became stronger.

"Li! You bastard, get out here right now!"

Before Lee came out, he saw a familiar figure approaching Jack.

"Captain Jack, please talk to me nicely. Don't be hard on your son."

"Oh my god, Myron, please stay away from me!"

This abandoned refugee camp is not far from the town, and the people moving around here right now are actually the bodies that disappeared from the grave yesterday!

If they were not acquaintances, and if Myron in front of him had not greeted him, Jack might have thrown a javelin over and taken care of them first.

Myron wanted to explain to Jack, but Jack raised his hand and refused to communicate with Myron.

"Dad, you're here~"

The son ran towards Jack like a happy dog. Jack looked at his son with a smile on his face and just wanted to slap him.

When Lee came to him, Jack grabbed Lee's head, held him down and bowed to Myron.

"Myron, my son disturbed your sleep. As a father, I apologize to you. Please forgive him. If possible, you'd better go back to lie in the coffin!"

Myron scratched his head in embarrassment. His hair had been washed, so no dust came out this time.

"Li, you should talk to your dad."

Myron felt that Jack was too nervous, so he simply stayed away and let the father and son discuss it on their own.

Seeing Myron walking away, Jack finally calmed down a little. He grabbed Li's neck and asked a bunch of questions in rapid succession.

"Lee, what have you done? What happened to Myron? What happened to the people here? Did you dig the cemetery? What did you do to the dead?"

Li cleaned his ears and pushed his nervous father aside.

"Dad, listen to me. My necromancy skills have improved rapidly. I resurrected Uncle Myron and the others."

"Resurrected? You still have such a talent!"

Life and death are eternal topics that plague life. Jack never dreamed that his son would give him such a big shock.

Jack didn't think there was anything to be happy about Lee having such power.

"Listen to me, son. Even the high priest of the temple can only heal the wounded, but cannot revive the dead. You can't do that. Hurry up and let Myron and the others die. Otherwise, don't blame your father for being ruthless!"

Seeing his father's reaction so big, Li couldn't continue to claim that he could resurrect the dead.

So, Li simply changed his way of saying it.

"Okay, Dad, Uncle Myron and the others weren't really resurrected. I just transformed them into undead creatures. What you see are just a bunch of watery corpses."

"Shui Lingling's corpse..."

Jack repeated the niche phrase his son had put together, his sanity drifting away bit by bit.