The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Chapter 528 The People Are Singing

The journey to the royal capital should be quick, and we should be able to arrive in one day.

But Mueller was not in a hurry and the driver did not want to drive at night.

After getting Mueller's consent, the driver drove into a town near the royal capital.

The city already has signs of prosperity, with pubs, restaurants, hotels and various facilities lined up on both sides of the street.

Mueller thought the driver would take him to a hotel, but the transport drove through the city and finally stopped next to a church on the edge of town.

Muller looked around and found several similar transport trucks. It must be a tacit understanding among these drivers to stay overnight in the temple.

"Let's go, Your Excellency. Don't underestimate this church. The food here is delicious, and they also provide drinks~"

Mueller did not comment. As long as the driver did not really abandon him, Mueller could accept it.

Muller and the driver opened the back of the transport truck and let Muller's horse get off to get some fresh air.

A clergyman, a middle-aged man in a white robe, noticed the two and came over to greet them.

"Dear travelers from afar, hot meals have been prepared in the church. You can leave the horse to me in care."

The driver took out thirty copper coins and handed them to the priest.

The clergy bowed and expressed their thanks.

"Your generosity will help those in need. Please rest inside."

The priest led the horse to the courtyard, where there was a pergola with a stone trough and a water trough.

Muller saw that there was no problem with the hay and beans provided by the clergy to the war horses, so he walked into the church with peace of mind.

In Muller's impression, the temple is a regional faith management agency that can directly collect taxes from townspeople. They should not do such a low-key business.

After entering the church, there is a statue of the goddess enshrined in the solemn prayer hall.

There were candles on the altar for lighting, which was consistent with Muller's impression, but the magic lights lit around the church seemed a bit out of place.

"The goddess shines her light on the world, and she won't mind us using the magic lamp to ask for light."

The driver explained it to Muller, and then made a wish to the goddess with a very exaggerated gesture.

After the driver dropped a few copper coins into the donation box in front of the statue, he pulled the confused Mueller to the hall behind the church.

This place has been transformed into a large cafeteria, where many businessmen traveling from north to south and drivers who do transport work come to enjoy good meals.

In the cafeteria, the people working back and forth were not wearing clergy uniforms. They were town residents hired by the church, referred to as employees.

As the driver mentioned before, fine wine is also served here, and it took Muller a while to accept these wonderful changes.

"Well, ever since the king became the Pope, the cathedral has begun to change. It used to be a place where knights enjoyed their work, but now it is a warm home for travelers."

The driver enjoyed the meal very much and drank glass after glass of wine.

Muller maintained his aristocratic elegance and ate no slower than the driver.

The driver was a little confused. The Grand Duke was sitting at the same table with a commoner like him. Was there any need for him to remain elegant?

The clergy of the temple still maintained self-discipline and caution. They only took the food they needed and did not touch the alcohol.

Mueller looked at these low-key clergymen and felt that they were both familiar and unfamiliar.

After eating and drinking, a clergyman came to Muller, who recognized the emblem on his armor and was happy and welcomed the arrival of Grand Duke Frere.

Mueller briefly discussed the changes in the kingdom with the clergyman. The clergyman did not say anything specific and remained polite and smiling throughout.

As expected, Mueller was given a private room where he could rest in peace, but he did not do so.

After getting off the damn transport truck, Mueller finally had time to look through the fraternity manual that the driver sold him.

"Everyone is born free. Speech and belief are everyone's basic rights. Unity and friendship are virtues that everyone should possess..."

That night, the magic lamp in Muller's room remained on.

Mueller didn't sleep all night, but he didn't feel tired.

There are many contents in the Brotherhood Manual that go against the aristocratic system, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as heretical.

But there are also many contents that are very consistent with the spirit of chivalry, which makes Muller fascinated.

The contradictory things appeared in a booklet, and it seemed natural and harmonious.

Mueller had to think seriously about which parts of the Brotherhood Manual and the original aristocratic system were right and which were wrong.

"Your Excellency, it's time for us to set off~"

The warhorse had already jumped onto the cart by itself, staring at Muller with its big eyes, urging him to get on quickly.

As a war horse that is a means of transportation, it actually likes riding on public transportation. Muller didn't know what to say for a moment.

Jumping into the cab, Mueller leaned back in his chair and thought silently.

Suddenly, something cold was handed to Muller. Muller took it and saw that what the driver handed him was a bottle of sour fruit wine.

"Hey~ This is good stuff, it can cure your motion sickness."

The sour fruit wine that the driver gave to Muller had a low alcohol content, but it was extremely sour, so sour that it made your teeth numb.

After taking a bite, all the nerves in Muller's body were concentrated in his mouth, leaving him no time to feel carsick or the energy to think about anything else.

Muller's bitter expression made the driver laugh. The driver turned the button on the console, and a burst of music with obvious noise suddenly echoed in the cab.

Before Mueller could ask any questions, the driver started singing happily.

"Listen! The people are singing. They are filled with indignation and their voices are loud and clear. It is a nation's call to break the chains and be liberated."

Mueller was startled by the sudden sound of music and thought the driver was a dangerous magician.

"Hey, where's that noise coming from?"

The driver ignored him and continued to yell.

"Who wants to join our journey? Stand firmly beside me! Beyond the smoke of gunpowder and the barricades, a new world lies ahead!"

Mueller grabbed the driver's arm and shook the car violently.

"What the hell is this!"

"This is not a ghost thing, this is music. Don't you, a great noble, know music?"

The driver snatched the sour fruit drink from Muller's hand and took a big gulp.

"Sing, and you too! You dare to disregard life and death, and live up to your life. Let our blood water the flowers of freedom!"

At the driver's urging, Mueller opened his mouth slightly and sang the syllables in the lyrics.

"Hark! The people are singing..."

“Even if the night is long and dark, the sun will rise!”

The transport truck stopped at the front of the central avenue of the royal capital. The passenger door opened and Muller, wearing armor, jumped out of the cab.

Without Muller's command, the warhorse jumped up on its own, jumped over the high carriage, and landed on Muller's side.

"Hey~ Archduke Muller, we have arrived at your destination. See you next time~"

The driver was very cool. After saying hello to Muller, he turned around and drove to the next destination.

Only Muller, his horse, and a half-finished bottle of sour wine were left.

Muller drank the sour fruit wine in one gulp and threw the empty glass bottle into the ditch beside the road.

Muller mounted his horse, with a sword on his left waist and a lance in his hand.

"drive!"