The Necromancer's Church Management Manual

"May hunger, disease, and calamity never harm you." Garl smiled as he scooped up a full bowl of porridge and handed it to the man.

The other person immediately accepted the porridge with gratitude, their eyes filled with joy.

He did not forget to speak respectfully, just as everyone else had:

"Praise be to the Light, Bishop Gar!"

Garr nodded in satisfaction, and then it was the next person's turn.

The porridge distribution lasted for nearly three hours until Archbishop Magnus came and stopped.

A female believer nearby came over, took the work from Garl's hands, and imitated Garl by lightly pressing a few acupoints, looking quite professional.

May hunger, disease, and calamity never harm you.

Gar then walked confidently to Magnus's side.

"It seems the Church of Light is developing quite well."

At this moment, the other person, like a kind old man, with relaxed eyebrows, smiled as he looked at this peaceful scene.

However, Garr didn't dare to be disrespectful in the slightest, and asked with a forced smile, "I wonder what brings the Archbishop to this remote outer city?"

"Isn't this to check if our Bishop Gar has diligently completed the tasks I assigned?"

Magnus lifted his heavy eyelids, glanced at Gar, and licked his lips, giving Gar the illusion of an eagle eyeing its prey, which sent a chill down his spine.

"Hehehe... I think I did a good job, right?" Gar said, shifting his body slightly backward.

"Hey! Let's talk some more." Magnus grabbed Gal's hand. "Now that we're allies, we shouldn't be so distant."

Knead.

What...?

As if electrocuted, Gar felt a jolt throughout his body, quickly pulling his hand away and retreating even further.

"Don't worry, I just want to cooperate with the Church of Light." Magnus remained calm as he revealed the purpose of his trip: "After all, you and I are both aware of the will, and you should be well aware of the impending fate of the Temple of War."

"Public opinion has become too great to control. In order to prevent the Temple of War in Dark Twilight City from being affected, cooperating with the Church of Light mentioned in your letter is a good option."

"I'm helping you now only so that you'll lend me a hand in a crisis someday."

Magnus turned to look at Gal and extended his hand again:

"May I?"

"Let's skip the handshake." Gal decided to reassure Magnus: "I can agree to the cooperation, at least I will help your Temple of War avoid being too affected when public opinion gets to this place."

"That's good. See you next time, Bishop Garr."

Gar waved and, after watching Magnus disappear from sight, returned to his room.

As the number of refugees increased and many were injured, Garr set up a small hut as a medical clinic, and Selena volunteered to help treat them.

But all in all, the small church was running smoothly, and Gar finally had time to be alone.

He opened the church's management manual, glanced at the number of believers which had soared to 310, and nodded in satisfaction.

It has already been possible to have three believers become followers.

He pressed the glittering "Appointment" button.

Icarus descended once more.

Unlike the last time when He was in a deep sleep, He positioned Himself and fell from the ceiling.

"Apostle! You have finally summoned me." Icarus crossed his arms and came to Gar, his head almost touching Gar's face.

"It's only been five or six days since my last audience with the emperor." Gar took a step back, leaning his entire body against the door.

Icarus remained very close, and Gard held his breath, afraid that his breath would hit the god's face.

With his last breath, he managed to speak:

"Lord Icarus, have you... grown bigger?"

"Oh! Very meticulous, Apostle." Icarus finally stepped back a little, put his hands on his hips, and puffed out his flat chest: "As the number of believers continues to increase, my physical strength will increase rapidly, and my body will naturally recover."

"Think about it—if I can reach ten thousand believers, I will surely restore my former glory!"

"Wow, Lord Icarus is amazing!" Gard clapped.

"I must say, Apostle! You're quite impressive! In just five days, you've gained so many followers!" Icarus stroked his chin.

"Or perhaps I should say, 'She truly is the one destined for me?'"

The destined one? A phrase both strange and familiar. Just as Gar was about to ask, Icarus changed the subject:

"Now I can bestow blessings upon three people. Have you decided who you will choose?"

Gard pondered for a moment: "Can someone who already possesses the blessing of the God of Life obtain your followers?"

Icarus's face stiffened: "It's possible, but if she agrees, it's tantamount to betraying the God of Life. She'll completely lose all her previous blessings and level, and might even be targeted by the God of Life..."

"I understand, Lord Icarus. May I give you an answer after I've thought it through?"

"Of course," Icarus replied, and a golden button appeared in front of him.

Gar reached out and caught it, feeling its weight.

"This is?"

"If you wish to bless someone, press this button, and I will keep an eye on this and provide the blessing to the chosen person."

"I see." The connections weren't deceiving me after all.

"So, Apostle, now that you have some free time, is there anything you wish to know?" Icarus opened his arms: "I am an all-knowing god, you may ask me anything."

"Then why did Boss Melison know my identity as a necromancer but not reveal it publicly during the sermon? He even built a stage for me for free and distributed bread to the homeless people who attended?"

"Uh..." Icarus scratched his head. "I'm still asleep. I don't know anything about what happened before the sermon."

"Then why did you claim to be omniscient and omnipotent...?"

"But I don't know what happens after the sermon." Icarus seemed to want to prove himself, quickly mentioning a few points that Gar would care about:

"For example, Smithson's accomplice was named Claude. Claude did not die during last night's assassination mission."

Garr frowned after hearing this: "Smithson and Vinya both said he's dead."

"Hmm." Icarus, with an "I knew it" expression, explained, "Claude is a necromancer. He has the power of a substitute doll, which allows him to switch places with the doll when he is about to die. You can ask Smithson himself about this."

Garr immediately summoned Smithson.

"Great job..."

"Answer me, is Claude alive or not?" Gal interrupted. "Give me a definite answer."

"...He's not dead." Smithson was silent for a moment before finally answering.

"Okay, I understand." Gar said somewhat helplessly. He had originally thought that Smithson, as a necromancer, had no emotions and knew Claude's character better, so he would be a suitable assassin.

But he seemed to be mistaken; perhaps the undead themselves possessed a certain degree of their own will...

Well, the other party didn't poison the food today, so let's put it aside for now.

Gar sent Smithson back to the Underworld and looked at Icarus again.

At this moment, His proud and upright posture seemed to say: Aren't I awesome?

He continued, "There is one more thing, which I think you will be interested in."

"What is it?" Garr asked tactfully.

Kadisia stepped back far, divine light shining from behind him, and his voice became ethereal at that moment:

"My apostle, Gar Hawke! The Cardissa family is facing a devastating crisis. Go and save them from this calamity!"