The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Chapter 372 Banquet Hall Order

The vampire race is like rats in the gutter. When they live in the open, they are annoying.

When they live in the shadows, it will make people sleepless and uneasy.

Ever since the king issued an order to drive vampires out of the whole country, these vampires have been hiding in the dark, forming a dark force that is ready to make a move.

The secret order led by Lei has been secretly investigating the traces of vampires. Except for some vampires who have already revealed their identities and are living in the open, most vampires have evaporated like air.

No one could figure out their whereabouts, not even a trace of them.

"Why didn't I think of that? He could start with food! Li is worthy of being a chef. He is simply a genius!"

Lilith almost burst out laughing when she heard Lei yell that Li was a cook.

Fortunately, the staff came in and interrupted the funny atmosphere in the room.

"Leader, I've got the food information you requested."

"very good!"

Lei took his energy away from the elves and worked carefully with Lilith to organize the food report.

There were no detailed records of grain transportation in this era, and most of the reports sent by his subordinates were records of grain merchants entering and leaving the city.

After summarizing these records, a clear clue slowly emerged before Lei and Lilith's eyes.

"Here! The Morro family transports large quantities of food and livestock into the city every week! Their family only has one business, the Morro Banquet Hall, which consumes a large amount of food and meat. However, this banquet hall does not hold banquets every week!"

The amount of food purchased by the Moro family does not match their daily consumption.

Through simple calculations, the food purchased by the Moro family can feed an additional 200 people.

"Even if the nobles like to hoard food and other supplies, what the Morro family did is too much, and I haven't heard of the Morro family selling food!"

When it comes to food, hoarding large quantities of it will cause the risk of spoiling, so buying and selling at the same time is the norm.

The Moro family only has money coming in but no money going out, which is obviously a problem!

Lilith's eyes sparkled. She didn't expect that by following the ideas given by Brother Li, she could catch the mouse's tail in one go.

"Hmm... maybe we can get the upper hand this time!"

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In the Moro Banquet Hall, there is also a gathering of minor nobles today.

Ever since the Archbishop's death, there has been a fight for the vacant position in the cathedral.

All those who are eligible to run for archbishop are trying to increase their bargaining chips.

The minor nobles who were previously ignored also began to participate.

"Let me tell you, a cardinal came to me and said that if I support him in his campaign for archbishop, he will raise my family's title to a higher level!"

"Is this true? The Holy Temple is not the king, how can it control our promotion or demotion of titles?"

The little noble who was communicating secretly looked around, and when he saw that no one was paying attention to this side, he started biting his ear again.

"Are you stupid? There will definitely be many nobles competing for the position of Archbishop, but only one person will be able to take the throne in the end! The other losers and their supporters will definitely be in trouble!"

Competition is like this, when one person rises, others fall.

Those who fail in the competition will lose everything, and the participating nobles will be stripped of their titles and become commoners.

"By then, the kingdom will surely have a lot of free titles and lands. This will be an opportunity for small families like us!"

"You're right, this is indeed an opportunity, but the risk is too great. If the person we support loses the election..."

The nobles who have already taken refuge with a certain bishop want to persuade more people to help.

But there are no fools who can become nobles.

Everyone is weighing who to support next. Some people who don't have a fixed supporter are holding on to the cards in their hands tightly, waiting to sell them at a high price.

In the aristocratic gathering, various intrigues took place one after another, with only decadent music, as usual.

"These stupid guys actually dream of becoming great nobles. It's so sad that the kingdom has such a bunch of rubbish~"

In a hidden corner of the banquet hall, someone was secretly observing the performance of the nobles.

Looking at the petty nobles in the center of the stage from a higher perspective, they are all humble clowns.

"Master Patriarch, another batch of cargo has arrived."

"understood."

The man called the patriarch slowly disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only a wine glass filled with bright red liquid, quietly resting on the railing.

In the backyard of the Moro Banquet Hall, several carriages were parked in the courtyard.

The wagons were piled high with grain, and one was especially filled with poultry.

The drivers happily gathered in front of a steward. They stretched out their hands and took the shining silver coins from each other.

"Thank you, sir!"

After biting the silver coin to confirm that it was not fake, the coachman ran away happily without even taking the carriage.

The owner here paid the coachman a lot of money, enough to buy a new coach and new horses.

If someone is still ungrateful at this time and asks if they can take their car away, that would be extremely stupid.

"Send all that food into the underground palace."

"Yes!"

After all the drivers and idlers who were present had left, the chief called a man who was completely hidden in a black robe and asked him to collect the grain.

The man in black robe first looked around, then spread his bat wings and flew high into the sky.

After circling in the air for a few times, the cloaked man landed and told the patriarch that everything was safe.

The next moment, black fog surged in the yard, and many bats gathered together, forming one black figure after another.

These people carried bags of grain and began to move them through an open tunnel in the yard.

The patriarch and the cloaked man came to a special carriage together.

This carriage is different from the grain cart. It has solid walls, so people cannot see what's going on inside.

The door of the car was also nailed shut with metal, and complex magic runes were engraved on it.

The patriarch came to the side of the carriage and raised his hand to place it on the rune.

A surge of blood swallowed up the dangerous magic and removed the defenses of this carriage.

The subordinate immediately picked up a crowbar and pulled out the metal nails that were sealing the door, and the deformed carriage door opened automatically under the action of gravity.

With a stubborn sound, the situation in the carriage was revealed to the patriarch.

Several voiceless children lay quietly in the carriage.

The patriarch frowned, very dissatisfied with the state of the goods inside.

"How is this going!"

The subordinate also saw the state of the goods and immediately lowered his head to explain.

"Chief, we must act in secret. It will take a long time to get these goods from outside. They are still alive, just a little weak."

The clan leader simply looked down upon these weak cargoes. He kicked the car door angrily, and the door hit the car wall and bounced back.

The clan leader became even angrier, and a black gas surged in his hand, directly swallowing up the carriage.

Seeing that the goods that he had obtained with great difficulty were destroyed by the patriarch, the man in the cloak did not dare to say a word.

He just felt a little regretful that he didn't get to eat a bite before the goods were destroyed.