The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Chapter 421 The Master of the Castle

The industrial factory had a great impact on the saint's mind. Standing in front of the huge machines, the saint felt that the gods might not be as strong as the machines.

The saint quickly drove away the inexplicable thoughts in her mind. She silently recited several chapters of the holy scriptures before returning to her original state.

"The travel equipment you need is ready."

When the three saints came out of the factory, the carriage was already stocked with travel necessities.

According to Edward's previous idea, the saint got a brand new tent.

The saint did not feel very happy. A tent was not a necessity for her, but having one was better than nothing.

The three of them got on the carriage and moved out of the city along the same road they had taken before.

The town is not large and there is only one main road leading to the north.

The carriage passed by the shop that had been discovered before again. The shop that was originally nailed shut with wooden boards was now wide open.

Edward stopped the carriage as he smelled the smell of blood wafting from the shop.

The saint jumped off the carriage and slowly walked into the store.

A man who was beaten to death was gasping in pain.

The shop was ransacked and all the useful items were taken away, leaving only some wooden shelves and broken items that no one wanted, scattered on the ground.

The saint stretched out her hand and placed it on the wounded shop owner, and the merciful holy light dispelled the darkness in the shop.

The saint's holy light nourished the shop owner's body, and he soon returned to normal and was no longer in pain.

But the shop owner was leaning against the wall with lifeless eyes.

The saint healed the shop owner's injuries, but the shop owner did not show any reaction.

There was no thanks or complaints, only dead silence in the store, making it look like a cemetery.

Nor did the saint say anything to the victim, whose soul had lost its color and whose life no longer had hope.

This is a desperate situation that even a goddess cannot save.

The three of them got back into the carriage, and the saint returned to her state of holding the holy book and praying silently.

After a long, long time, Edward couldn't help but talk to the saint.

“…Saint, aren’t your feet numb?”

The saint rolled her eyes and continued to recite scriptures in a low voice.

Edward was disappointed, curled his lips and asked another question.

"Saint, do you have any new ideas after you came out?"

“…I think that life is really miserable for people outside the capital. Someone should step up and change this.”

According to the saint's understanding, the task of caring for the people should be presided over by the church.

Unfortunately, the church is now in ruins and has no ability to care for the people.

Edward also admitted that the church had not played the role it should have, but instead became a part of the oppression of the people and added more burdens.

Edward was just about to say a few words to comfort the saint when he heard the saint suddenly draw a frightening conclusion.

"The emergence of factories has tied all the people who should have been working to metal. This is wrong. The evil plan of the North is to destroy the foundation of the kingdom!"

Edward's face twitched, thinking that this saint was as stubborn as ever.

"If the situation in the North is really like this, why would the Kingdom need to be so cautious?"

The saint did not hear Edward's murmurs. She was now focused on solving this major threat in the North.

The carriage carrying the three people soon arrived at the next town.

This place is farther from the royal capital and closer to the north.

The saint thought that the closer they got to the north, the more miserable people's lives would be.

As a result, in the towns at the junction of the north and the south, the lively scene was like Goddess Festival.

All the houses near the streets in the town were converted into shops, and the shop owners holding gongs shouted their wares enthusiastically.

"Hot roast, authentic northern donkey meat hot roast~"

“Auntie’s big wontons~”

"My dear sir, would you like to polish your shoes? Three copper coins and I'll give you the best shoe polish~"

Before entering the city, the saint was prepared to see the dead town again, however, the prosperity here was dazzling.

The carriage was blocked by the crowd and could not move forward, so the three saints got off and walked.

The saint stood in the middle of the crowd, allowing passers-by to bump into her arms and shoulders.

The saint was confused. She didn't know why the town before her was different from the previous one.

Obviously, they are only three days apart.

The saint stopped a talkative middle-aged woman on the street and asked the question that was on her mind.

"You're asking this. The town has become like this thanks to the help of the Brotherhood. After the Brotherhood came, everyone's life immediately became better~"

"fraternity?"

It was the first time that the saint heard such a term, and she didn’t understand what the brotherhood was.

"Lesbians, the fraternity is everyone's brothers, brothers and sisters, those who strive for freedom and equality!"

The aunt was very talkative, and she told the saint everything she knew about the brotherhood.

Before parting, the aunt grabbed two handfuls of melon seeds from her stall and gave them to the saint.

The saint silently ate melon seeds of different flavors, wondering in her mind what cream and matcha were.

"No! I should be thinking about the Brotherhood, and the truth about prosperity!"

The saint looked at the melon seeds in her hand with a painful expression. She felt that the strange nuts in her hand were the devil fruits that led to depravity.

There is no food that will make people eat unconsciously, one after another, and can't stop at all.

"It's such a sin..."

The saint looked sad and chopped melon seeds, which made Edward very amused.

It was the first time he saw such a rich expression on the saint's face.

Glancing at Lucas who was holding two fried chicken legs next to him, Edward thought to himself, they are still children.

Edward put the bottle to his mouth and swallowed half of the iced sweet fruit wine in one gulp.

The fruit wine in the north is really addictive.

"Let's go, let's go meet the lord here."

Edward believed that the lord of this town would definitely be able to show a different style.

Communicating with more people with different ideas can also broaden the saint's horizons more quickly.

Edward likes to see young people grow quickly. Only when more talented young people grow up can he have less hard work.

The three of them walked and strolled on the street and soon blended into the lively and joyful atmosphere.

However, when he reached the castle gate, the bottle in Edward's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

The chicken leg bone in Lucas's hand also fell off, and also scattered on the ground were the melon seed shells cracked by the saint.

The gate of the central castle of the town was wide open, but the soldiers who were supposed to be guarding the gate were nowhere to be found. All that was left on the castle wall were traces of burns.

The three men looked up at the hanging cage on the city gate, which contained a dried corpse.

If they were not mistaken, the person who died tragically in the cage should be the owner of this castle.