The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Chapter 418 They are beasts

"Are you sure the town is in this direction?"

"Yes, sir! We ran over here~"

With a few local laborers leading the way, a lot of trouble could have been avoided.

But it was getting dark, the horses pulling the carriage were getting tired, but the saint and her companions still did not see any sign of the town.

“…It seems that we have no choice but to camp.”

Edward directed the workers to clear a space, and the saint enthusiastically shared the food on the carriage with everyone.

Since rescuing these laborers, the saint's inaccessible and cold nature has alleviated a lot.

From this it can be seen that the saint is not naturally cold, she just has too little contact with other people and there is no need for her to show emotions.

The saint unplugged the kettle and poured the light wine into her throat. Some drops of liquid flowed down her snow-white neck. This scene attracted many people's attention.

As night fell, the saint lived in the small tent that Lucas set up for her, quietly listening to the sounds of nature.

There are few animals in the sanctuary, and no insects chirping at night.

In the wild, the sounds of insects and frogs never stop, making it difficult for people to sleep.

When she was alone, the saint silently recalled the process of saving the laborers during the day, and the passion in her heart could not be calmed down.

The saint felt that walking out of the temple and measuring the earth with her feet was the true practice.

"The goddess walks barefoot on every inch of land, and her kindness and mercy bloom everywhere..."

The saint prayed silently, but heard some discordant sounds in the night.

Outside the small tent, there was a rustling sound of someone's footsteps.

At first the saint thought that someone had gotten up to go out at night, but when the footsteps approached the tent, the saint's heart suddenly began to lift.

The woman's sixth sense told the saint that something was wrong tonight.

The saint's premonition was extremely accurate. A corner of the tent was lifted up and a blurry figure came in.

The saint couldn't see who ran into her tent. She raised her hand to shine a light, but her wrist was grabbed by a rough and powerful hand.

The saint twitched, but the hand holding her did not move.

Because of the close skin contact, the saint could feel that the other person's stained hands were becoming hotter and hotter due to excitement.

Just when the saint wanted to scream, another person came into the tent. He covered the saint's mouth from the side and back, making the saint taste the disgusting smell of earth.

"I've been craving this for a long time during the day. This girl is so smooth and tender~"

"They call her the Saint. Is it not good for us to do this?"

"Who cares? I only know that she is a woman who makes people weak in the knees~"

Into the small tent came a third man, and then a fourth.

The laborers whom the saint rescued during the day became the criminals who attacked her at night.

The saint's mood fell to the bottom. She couldn't understand why they wanted to hurt her when she had clearly helped them.

The men who broke into the tent began to make moves on the saint, but the next moment, the cold sword blade pierced one of them's chest.

After a muffled groan, the man collapsed, followed by a second groan.

The first two swords pierced directly through the tent, but then, for fear of accidentally hurting the saint, the sword swept across and tore the tent apart completely.

The moonlight shone on their tragically dead companions, and the laborers, realizing that the situation was not good, quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.

"It wasn't me, they were the ones who took the lead. I didn't mean to do this!"

The crying laborers returned to their timid appearance as they did during the day, as if they were not the ones who had just shown their bestiality.

The saint straightened her clothes, wiped the dirt off her face, and silently looked at the ugly appearance of the laborer.

At this moment, the image of the laborer before her was imprinted in the saint's eyes.

In the eyes of the saint, the laborer was not a human being at all; he was like a wild beast that looked like a human.

When facing a strong person, the beasts wag their tails and beg for mercy, but when facing a weak person, they reveal their ferocity, tearing the weak person into pieces and swallowing them.

A tear flowed from the corner of the saint's eye. She didn't understand why the laborer in front of her was so disgusting.

With a "swoosh", blood splattered everywhere. Edward and Lucas killed all the laborers without hesitation.

The moment they attacked the Saint, death was already the only outcome.

"My lady Saint, I'm sorry to have frightened you. Are you okay?"

Lucas saw the saint sitting there in a daze, and was afraid that something might happen to her, so he hurried over to ask.

The saint shook her head, found the holy book from the wreckage of the broken tent, and held it in her arms.

"The goddess will forgive the stupidity of the world, the benevolent gods will spread enlightenment, and the gods will give humans knowledge, etiquette and shame..."

The saint didn't know how to face the situation tonight. In her past life, the saint had never experienced this, and no one had ever taught her what to do when encountering such a situation.

After experiencing this incident, the only thing that could bring comfort to the saint was the holy book in her arms.

Edward and Lucas lit a bonfire, and the night was illuminated by a ball of fire. The swaying flames were projected onto the saint's face and eyes.

After a sleepless night, the three people got back into the carriage and communicated less than before.

There were deep dark circles under the saint's eyes, and her aura of keeping strangers away was three times stronger than before.

Following the path where the plants were most trampled, the town soon came into the sight of the three.

The towns north of the royal capital have absorbed industrial development from the north, and many factories run by nobles are operating here on a large scale.

Due to lack of proper planning, factories and workshops are randomly placed in towns and fields, looking messy and noisy.

The saint, who had never looked up, was attracted by the huge noise from the factory this time.

The factory that made a loud noise left a very bad impression on the saint.

Those laborers who suddenly turned evil last night must have been contaminated by the power of machinery, which led them to commit evil deeds against themselves.

This thought involuntarily came to the saint's mind.

"Stop! Check!"

The guards patrolling the town stopped the carriage in front of them. They were a little more polite than the thugs they encountered yesterday, but only a little bit polite.

The guards jumped onto the carriage, pushed the saint aside, checked the cargo in the carriage, and after confirming that there were only some daily necessities, the soldiers let them go.

"You are not welcome in this city, leave now!"

It is really incomprehensible that the soldiers started to drive people away after completing the inspection.

"…Excuse me, what happened here? We are just here to rest for a while before we go to the north to take up our new post."

Edward showed his temple emblem, indicating that he was a garrison knight sent to a local area.

When the soldiers saw that there were people from the temple in the carriage, their attitude improved.

"It's all the fault of the laborers. We agreed to pay them according to the amount of work they did, but they were lazy and destroyed Sir Norton's warehouse. Sir Norton has already issued an order to ban traveling merchants from entering this town."

The nobles prohibited traveling merchants from contacting civilians, so all supplies consumed by civilians could only be purchased through the nobles' channels.

Once you have the power of life and death in your hands, if you are unwilling, you will starve to death, or, if you are more capable, you can move away and make a living somewhere else.

Sir Norton's tactics of punishing civilians were common methods used by nobles of this era.

Simple and crude, very easy to use.