The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 683

Chapter 683: Chapter 551, The Old King Died (One more update today)._2 Chapter 683: Chapter 551, The Old King Died (One more update today)._2 The group fell silent, each studying the propaganda leaflet in turn.

One person stood up, “I’ve got something to take care of, I’ll head back first. Let’s gather again tomorrow.”

After speaking, he turned and left.

Another person also stood up and said, “I need to inform the trade association about this matter. Let’s meet again another time.”

During the conversation, the rest of the people also came to their senses.

One by one, they got up and left.

…

Association.

Shi Yali frowned at her sister.

“Did he really come from a small place? Are you sure he didn’t fool you?”

Xi Ligui put the leaflet aside, “The association’s records are dated and signed by the local steward, how could they be fake!”

“Where did he get all these strange and unusual items from?”

Xi Ligui suddenly remembered, “He mentioned they were things from his hometown, and due to some changes, he ended up here.”

Shi Yali sat to the side, resting her chin in deep thought, “Then he must also be of royal noble blood. That tone and qi he has is certainly not that of a commoner. You should keep a good watch on him.”

Xi Ligui glared at her and picked up the leaflet to look at it again.

…

Island Master’s Manor.

The notice was sent out early in the morning.

Wu Heng watched his fame level rise steadily.

[Fame: 18th level (9117/48000)]
Since last night when the streetlights started lighting up, Wu Heng’s fame began to increase steadily, and by today, it had reached over nine thousand one hundred.

It had risen by almost two thousand points and was still slowly climbing.

All of Gold and Silver Island’s residents now knew he had become the Island Master.

And under these circumstances, his fame continued to rise.

It seemed that fame was not just about being recognized by everyone, but the level of approval must also be included in the fame score.

This was a good thing for Wu Heng.

He could continue gaining fame through improvements in management sites in both worlds.

“The direction for Gold and Silver Island is towards modernization. We should issue more notices to accumulate fame,” Wu Heng pondered.

If the notices were effective, then the newspaper idea would definitely work too. When it goes on sale, the price can’t be too high; it should be affordable for everyone.

The content shouldn’t be too dull, mainly promoting some information about Gold and Silver Island and himself. It would be best to also serialize some comics and novels, compelling them to buy the paper.

“One Piece won’t do, too similar to Yuli, turning them into pirates after reading it would be troublesome. I’ll ask Mini and the others later what types of comics they enjoy.”

In time, the newspaper would be distributed to various places through the merchant caravans, and he didn’t believe it wouldn’t boost his fame at all.

“No way my fame won’t reach the standard, preventing me from becoming a hero.”

After Wu Heng had thought it through, he got up and left the room.

…

“Mini!” called Wu Heng as he descended the stairs.

In the courtyard, Mini and two other maids were feeding the caged Flying Dragons.

The previously grievously injured Flying Dragon had healed and seemed to have gained an extra layer or two of fat.

The Island Lord’s Mansion really did have good provisions…
It seemed they could fatten up anything.

Mini handed the feeding basin to Annette, wiped her hands, and hurried inside, “Master, would you like something to eat?”

“No, we can’t be eating all the time.” Wu Heng sat down and said, “I’m planning to start a newspaper. Do you think it would be better to serialize comics or novels?”

“What’s a newspaper?” Mini’s eyes widened with curiosity.

“It’s something issued to the public, featuring some events or the situations in various kingdoms. In a corner, we could serialize comics or novels.”

After a moment of thought, Mini spoke softly, “Master, a comic page with dialogue and story takes up quite a bit of space. I think novels might be more fitting.”

Ah, Mini had a point.

The serialization of the story also needed to be coherent and have a certain narrative quality.

While comics have strong expressiveness, with drawings and dialogue combined, the corner of a newspaper wouldn’t be sufficient to contain them.

It wouldn’t make sense to just cut out a page from a comic book and send it off; it would be difficult to form a story that way.

“You make sense,” Wu Heng agreed.

Mini smiled and said, “This is just my opinion. Whether it’s suitable or not, you’ll be the judge.”

“If it’s novels, what type of stories do you think would suit the current market?” Wu Heng asked again.

In the modern world’s novels, Mini had never read any.

With a focus on comic patterns, Mini had also self-taught some Han characters and could understand them.

But novels were a bit difficult, densely packed with words, and hard to comprehend.

Mini furrowed her brows and thought, “Women like to read about princes and princesses, or love stories among nobles, and then there are the popular adventure stories released by the association.”

This wasn’t much different from modern novels.

The female market prefers romance, while the male is all about excitement and adventure.

Wu Heng nodded, “I got it, I’ll choose some when the time comes.”

“Mhm.”

The two chatted about the newspaper business for a while.

Mini went out to continue feeding the Flying Dragons, and Wu Heng took the Skeletons with him to inspect the situation at the electric power plant.

The entire power plant was like a fortress that was being protected.

On the walls were Skeletons standing guard, equipped with rifles and machine guns.

Inside the compound were well-trained Skeletons, proficient in operating the entire power plant.

Actually, the power plant might not need such guarding.

But this world was different. Electricity was a novel thing. Without protection, there would always be some overly curious smart alecks causing trouble.

Like last night, quite a few were caught, climbing up the poles to see why they were glowing.

After confirming there were no issues and it could operate fully,
he returned to his residence.

…

Wu Heng returned to the manor, and it was already noon.

He checked his fame once again.

[Fame: Level 18 (12217/48000)]
The effect of the flyers was quite good; by morning, it had already broken through the ten-thousand mark.

Now it seemed that the speed of growth wasn’t that slow.

If he continued to promote himself more with newspapers in different places, the effect would definitely be even better.

Wu Heng frowned in thought when,
Mini came downstairs from above, “Master, there’s a message for you in the radio room from Sister Wen Mansha.”

“Good.” Wu Heng got up and went straight upstairs.

The last contact had been right after he came back from Lundham City.

He ascended to the third floor and entered the room with the radio.

He picked up the record book for Wen Mansha’s radio position and glanced at it.

The handwriting wasn’t dry yet, it must have just been written.

“Under the coordination of the Beastman Shamans, the several mining agreements I hold have been negotiated with the various tribes, and mining can commence very soon.”

“Promising the Beastmen more jobs has also become quite popular, and I heard that several tribal chiefs of the Beastmen went to see the Shamans, some even brought me fine furs and gems. Who says Beastmen are straightforward? I think they too understand the practice of giving money and gifts.”

“These days, a large number of residents from the Yeko Kingdom have poured into Lundham City. At first, I thought they were enemies being positioned into the city, but after some investigation, they were just ordinary residents and some merchant elites who brought their assets to Lundham City and bought properties, looking like they plan to settle down.”

Wu Heng glanced at it; the matter of the Shamans’ mining was something he had discussed with the Beastman Shamans in Lundham City.

It had only been settled now, and it seemed not as simple as initially mentioned.

A large number of residents from the Yeko Kingdom appeared in Lundham City.

And the port in Netalee City of the Yeko Kingdom had been closed for quite some time.

He picked up the handset.

Wu Heng said, “Wen Mansha, can you hear me?”

A slightly excited voice came from the other side, “Master, I can hear you.”

Hearing this voice, Wu Heng also felt a sense of longing and asked, “How are you feeling? How’s the baby?”

Wen Mansha’s voice was full of laughter, “We’re both quite well, don’t worry, it’s just that recently, I’ve had an abundance of milk, and you are not here.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, as if I’m going to drink it.”

“Once the baby is born, there won’t be a share for the master then.”

“As if I would compete with a child.”

“Hehe!” Wen Mansha chuckled softly.

Wu Heng continued to inquire, “What’s the deal with a large number of residents from the Yeko Kingdom going to Lundham City?”

Wen Mansha’s voice became serious, “Some elite are fine, bringing money over, buying real estate and shops, but the rest of the people that came formed several new gangs, fighting with the local gangs for territory, and quite a few people died.”

“Did the investigation reveal why they are congregating in Lundham City?”

Wen Mansha paused before saying, “It seems, the old king has died.”