The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Chapter 527 You Are So Stingy

The seafood on Earth would be delicious if just boiled in water, but the seafood in this world has a strong fishy smell.

Li also studied for several months before he dared to deal with these things, but when dealing with seafood, Li always had a strange feeling.

At first, this feeling was unclear, but in recent times, Li has become aware of it.

"We can't cook seafood anymore, there's something wrong with this stuff!"

Hearing what Li said, Edward, who was shoveling the shrimp and fish noodles into his mouth, looked up in confusion.

Edward took a bite of the crispy fried fish fillet and looked at Li with a questioning look.

"Edward, these seafood are contaminated. We'd better not eat them anymore!"

"Pollution? Is it the devil's blood? How dare those bastards pollute the ocean? I will purify them all!"

"No, it's not a demon, but something much more terrifying."

"what you mean?"

"Demon from outside the territory!"

The foreign demons polluted the ocean? Edward was confused and had no idea what was going on.

However, Li felt that this might have been done by the magician of the Eye of Truth. After all, Yodel, who was killed by Li, took out the demon tentacles, and they also had limbs of other extraterritorial demons. This was not surprising.

However, Li didn't know that the demon tentacle sunk to the bottom of the sea was still the one that attacked him. It was slowly hunting in the deep ocean, accumulating strength while also polluting the surrounding marine life.

After Li stopped making seafood dinners, Mueller no longer had any attachment to the port city, and he finally embarked on a journey back to the capital to report on his work.

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It was winter, and the monsoon blowing from the northern continent to the south brought a dramatic drop in temperature and snowfall.

Muller drove his warhorse through the thick snow.

Sweat was steaming from the dragon-blood warhorse, and when it came into contact with the cold air, wisps of white smoke emanated from its body.

Muller felt a little sorry for his horse. The horse had been with Muller for twenty years, and he had delivered the horse himself.

Muller patted the horse's back and asked him to slow down.

No matter how slowly you walk, the road has an end. When Muller arrived near the royal capital, the snow had been cleared and a flat road led straight to the royal city.

Muller still remembered that when he took over the title of Grand Duke and led his team to the port city, this place was still a barren land with nothing.

Looking around, there are roads and villages, and the people passing by are all concentrating on their own affairs.

"Huh~ The city is already so close."

In Muller's impression, the port city is more than ten days away from the royal capital. Even if the port city is captured by the demons, the kingdom still has time to build a second line of defense.

But now, he only walked slowly for a few days and came to a populated area, which meant that the port city must not be lost.

Recalling what Lee and Edward had told him about the changes of the times, Mueller felt a sense of urgency.

After more than 20 years of persistence, Mueller seemed to be abandoned by the times. Now he suddenly comes back and everyone is looking at him with curiosity.

Muller was wearing outdated armor and his horse was covered in heavy fur gear. He looked like this only in oil paintings; no one had dressed like this for a long time.

"My Lord, where are you from?"

A man dressed as a militia blocked Mueller's way and Mueller was forced to stop.

Muller tightened his throat and uttered the standard low and rhythmic aristocratic pronunciation.

"Militia, I am Grand Duke Freyr, the supreme commander of the port city, and a knight general personally awarded by the kingdom. Why are you blocking my way forward?"

"Uh... Your Excellency, you are holding a sword and a lance, and your heroic figure is awe-inspiring. We are willing to escort you and wish you a safe arrival in the capital!"

Thanks to the rapid popularization of books and stage plays, the militiamen in the village can also speak a few elegant words.

Muller was very surprised, and then he forced a happy smile.

Mueller knew that the militia was disgusted that his combat attire was disrupting normal order.

Mueller really didn't expect that the militia in the village could become so well-educated.

As the quality of the militia improves, the kingdom will have more available warriors in the future!

Mueller saw the benefits of changing times from the militiamen he came into contact with.

Several trucks carrying heavy sand and gravel drove quickly past Muller. Muller waved his hand to drive away the dust gathered at the tip of his nose and looked at the vehicles going away with disgust.

"Those are?"

"The transport vehicles manufactured by the Kingdom are specially used to transport stones. It is winter now. When the spring comes next year, the Kingdom will call up a construction team to build a road to the southern port city."

Mueller put away his disgusted look and replaced it with expectation and envy.

Muller's warhorse was a little impatient. The vehicles that could carry heavy objects and travel fast made the horse feel threatened.

Mueller calmed the restless warhorse once again, but his mind couldn't help but begin to imagine what the war would be like if the soldiers could also ride on those transport vehicles.

"My Lord, would you like to take the transport? For only fifteen copper coins, you can reach the capital in one day."

"Fifteen copper coins? A day!"

"Yes, sir~"

The villages that Mueller came into contact with were made up of workers gathered by road construction teams.

The militia here also comes from the surrounding areas of the royal capital.

Whenever they wanted to go back to the capital city after a while, they would take the transport trucks. The transport truck drivers were also very happy to take on this job to earn extra money.

Muller had never ridden in a transport vehicle before, and he couldn't help but feel excited. The warhorse sensed Muller's thoughts and became even more obviously agitated.

"Still no, my horse, I will not abandon him."

"You can ride a horse, too. Just pay more for the freight."

"Then! Please help me contact them!"

The militia found a transport vehicle for Muller to travel to and from the royal capital. The vehicle had a sturdy cargo bed, and was surrounded by barriers and curtains.

The warhorse's big eyes looked through the curtain, curiously at the rapidly receding scenery.

In the cab, Mueller, like a warhorse, stared silently at the snow scene and houses flashing by quickly outside.

"Can you turn off the heater? It's a bit too hot."

"The adjustment button is broken, and I haven't fixed it yet. Grand Duke, can you open the window a little?"

Mueller followed the driver's instructions and rolled down the window a little.

The cool air blowing into the cab made Mueller, who was sweating all over, feel much better.

Mueller carefully soothed his stomach and intestines to prevent the food from refluxing.

When the driver saw Muller's livid face, he knew that this nobleman, who had never ridden in a transport vehicle, must be carsick.

"I recommend you take a nap. By the time you get some sleep, you'll be almost at the capital~"

“…No, I promised to enjoy the scenery along the way.”

The driver didn't expect that the nobleman was so defensive and afraid to sleep. Was he afraid that he would steal his things?

Don't you see that he is wearing armor? What is there to steal?

"You don't seem to respect me?"

Mueller noticed the driver's attitude and asked directly.

The driver didn't hide it and gave him the answer directly.

"It's written in the fraternity's booklet that respect is mutual. If you respect me, I will respect you. If you don't respect me, I will treat you with the same attitude."

It was the first time that Muller heard such an explanation. What the driver said directly impacted Muller's long-standing aristocratic thinking.

"But I have a title, a Grand Duke, and you are just a commoner..."

"It's also written in the Brotherhood's booklet that titles and occupations are different divisions of labor for people. Essentially, people are not that different from one another."

"…Can you show me the Brotherhood booklet you mentioned?"

The driver slammed on the brakes and stopped the truck.

From the carriage behind, the cry of the warhorse Herod could be heard.

The driver opened the glove box beside him and took out a brand new fraternity manual.

"The cost is twenty copper coins. Thank you for your patronage~"

Looking at the driver's hands spread out in front of him, Mueller endured the headache and pulled out the purse from the gap in his armor.

"Twenty copper coins, right..."

"The fare plus food and lodging will be charged to you for one silver coin~"

“…No, eighty copper coins.”

"Wow! You're the Duke, and you're so stingy!"