The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 691

Chapter 691: Chapter 559, damn, it’s him! Chapter 691: Chapter 559, damn, it’s him! Steward’s Office.

Wu Heng took a sip of flower tea and recounted the events he had encountered at sea.

When he heard about the Blood Clan releasing those exiles, each of them at level 18, the baby fat on Xi Ligui’s cheeks also instantly tightened into a serious expression.

“What happened in the end?”

Wu Heng took another sip of tea, “They died! At sea, I bombarded them with cannon fire and killed them all.”

“What about the Blood Clan fleet you mentioned?” Xi Ligui continued to inquire.

“It was the fifth fleet of the Blood Clan Knights, led by ‘Emeka,’ a level 15 professional,” Wu Heng said softly.

Xi Ligui’s expression was still ugly.

If Wu Heng hadn’t come across them and had let those exiles go,
it would have been okay if they had returned to the Blood Clan, at least they would have dealt with their internal affairs on their own.

If they hadn’t planned to return but caused chaos around the Emerald Sea, a lot of people would have died, whether at Gold and Silver Island or other villages and towns.

“What are your thoughts moving forward?” Xi Ligui continued to ask.

Wu Heng glanced at her, “Inside the Blood Clan, there seem to be families that fight against each other openly and secretly. This time I disrupted their plans and killed their fleet. I might face retaliation from the Blood Clan. The island needs to be cautious.”

“Hmm, I’ll inform the various teams to be alert about this matter,” Xi Ligui nodded.

The last time the Necromancer retaliated, ‘Shi Yali’ almost died in the city.

Such matters still need to be handled carefully.

The Blood Clan was not a small faction like the Heaven Destiny Cult, but a truly powerful clan.

Then, Xi Ligui asked, “Do you plan to report this to the association? Reporting it can also serve as a deterrence against the Blood Clan.”

Originally, Wu Heng hadn’t planned on informing the headquarters about this.

It wasn’t on the association’s wanted list, and it also involved internal affairs of the Blood Clan.

But what Xi Ligui said made sense; reporting it could leverage the headquarters to pressure the Blood Clan if any problems arose. If not reported and something happened later, having to explain from scratch would be very troublesome.

“You write a report for the association, just mention the incidents of the Blood Clan’s human sacrifices at sea in the Emerald Sea. I’ll write a letter to Lilith, from the perspective of inspecting the exiles, about this matter,” Wu Heng thought for a moment and said.

Xi Ligui pondered and then nodded in agreement, “Okay.”

Shi Yali came over from the side and prepared paper and pen for them.

They began to write.

…

‘Lady Lilith Ann Beshmite:
In my recent mission to inspect the status of the exiles at three locations, I encountered other fleets of the Blood Clan.

They had preemptively salvaged the three stone coffins of the exiles and captured fishermen along the way to use as living sacrifices to open the coffins.

The ships from Gold and Silver Island clashed with the Blood Clan fleet.

After losing several large warships and skeleton attendants, we sank the targeted vessels and killed the personnel.

The bloodshed in the battle zone attracted swarms of sharks that devoured the bodies and rammed the ships.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

According to further investigation, the team leader is called ‘Emeka,’ captain of the fifth fleet of the Bloody Knight Order, and his objective was to release several exiles from the Emerald Sea.

I do not understand the reasons behind their actions, nor can I guess their ultimate goal.

I just feel that someone is acting against you.

Please be cautious, Lady Lilith, of the enemies lurking in the shadows.

—-Island Master of Gold and Silver Island: Wu Heng.’
After finishing, Wu Heng checked over it once more.

Xi Ligui at the desk also finished writing.

“Are you done?”

“Done, take a look,” Wu Heng passed it to her.

Xi Ligui also handed hers to him.

Both perused each other’s reports, confirming there were no issues and that the narrative perspectives varied but did not significantly deviate.

Once everything was confirmed to be in order,
they sealed the reports in envelopes, and Shi Yali picked them up to be sent to the front desk.

They would be mailed along with other letters.

After sitting in the association for a while, Wu Heng also got up and left.

He returned to the Island Master’s Manor.

…

He pushed open the door and entered.

Several maids immediately surrounded him.

They circled around him, asking if he was injured.

Although the queries from the maids were more or less the same every time he returned from a trip,
having people care about him still felt quite nice to Wu Heng,
much better than being alone when he first rented a room in Black Stone Town.

“Has anything happened at home these past few days?” Wu Heng asked.

“Nothing much, just that ‘Lady Shanaira’ wanted to talk to you. Since you weren’t here, I chatted with her for a while. She said she’s coming back,” Mini spoke softly.

“Really? I’ll go and check!”

Together, they walked into the hall where a maid helped him remove his armor.

After a brief wash, Wu Heng went upstairs and entered the radio room.

He first looked at the logbook,
then picked up the microphone and asked, “Is Lady Shanaira there?”

Soon, a somewhat lazy voice came through, “Annoying! You’re calling me ‘Lady’ again.”

Wu Heng smiled, “Mini told me you’re planning to come back.”

“Hmm, I’m considering it. Do you, the Island Master, welcome me?”

“Of course, I welcome you. How are you getting here, I mean, by what ship?” Wu Heng asked.

After a moment’s thought on the other end, “I should be arriving with the fleet of Starflower. I don’t have much power now, just retaining some dignity with the title of a chairperson, unable to mobilize any ships.”

“It’s fine as long as you can return. I’ll have Philippa pick you up.”

“That’s too far. I’ll see the situation when I get to the port. If there aren’t any ships coming, then arrange for me,” Shanaira said.

“Alright, as you wish.”

The two continued to chat about recent events.

The chat ended there.

He went to Zombie World and brought over the adjusted printing press.

A separate workshop within the courtyard was chosen as a temporary printing workshop.

…

Night fell.

After dinner, Glenda handed over the revised novel and the compiled newspaper for him to review.

Wu Heng glanced at them, somewhat surprised by Glenda’s ability.

The organized material was really quite good.

It was almost no different from modern newspapers.

The novel in the corner was still the planned detective collection.

The name had been changed to Wu Heng, and the appearance was altered to black hair and black eyes.

Wu Heng felt somewhat embarrassed reading it.

Glenda and Xiao Xiao both thought it looked great; the association’s promotional stories also used real names and appearances.

But Wu Heng’s stories were made up.

The others were very likely real.

After checking everything from the start and confirming there were no issues,
Wu Heng took the materials and walked out, handing them over to the skeletons in the printing workshop, instructing them to duplicate and then start printing.

…

The next day.

“Look here, take a glance, Gold and Silver Island Express, even when seated at home, you can know about the world’s great and extraordinary events.”

On the main road of Gold and Silver Island.

Figure after figure, the newspaper boys held the papers in their hands, loudly hawking their wares.

“Express? What’s it for?” asked a passerby curiously.

“This is called a newspaper. It collects the world’s big events and compiles them onto the paper,” the newspaper boy explained.

“Nice idea, give me one.”

“65 copper.”

“You charge money? Forget it then; I don’t want it if it costs money,” the would-be buyer muttered as he turned to leave.

Then, people kept coming to inquire.

Yet, there were only a few actual buyers.

…

Golden Sail Tavern.

A bard quickly read through the newspaper content.

He sipped some throat-soothing cold tea, shook his neck, and stepped up to the central stage.

He clapped his hands to draw everyone’s attention,
and said, “Today, I bought a newspaper on the road. It’s sold by the Island Lord’s Mansion and records literary works, with quite rich content. Let me tell you about it.”

Some of the patrons frowned and shouted, “What kind of stuff? Pirate affairs, or something about streetlights?”

Another person added, “I bet it’s the streetlights; they’ve been promoting that for days now.”

The bard replied, “Let me tell you, this content is worth 65 copper. If you listen, you’ll be getting a bargain.”

“They’re charging money?”

“This stuff… hmph!”

“Go on, then. I do want to hear this thing you’re charging money for.”

Gathering his thoughts, the bard glanced at the newspaper and read, “Yeko Kingdom port blockade, no ships allowed to enter or leave… Recently, an Evil Cult fleet entered the Emerald Sea for live sacrifices, which were killed by the Gold and Silver Island fleet.”

“The new housing area has started selling properties; you can go to city hall to make a purchase. Gold and Silver Island is recruiting sailors for the fleet, members for the Patrol Guard.”

…

A murmur of discussion arose from the crowd below.

“The Yeko Kingdom has been sealed off for quite some time now.”

“There’s another incident of live sacrifices? No more pirates, now it’s an evil cult.”

“Recruiting sailors, I think that’s decent.”

“This newspaper isn’t worth it; I feel like it didn’t tell me much.”

“Only those with money to burn would buy it.”

The bard, taking advantage of the chatter, drank more tea and clapped his hands for silence once more.

When the noise subsided, he continued, “What’s the hurry? There’s another story below that you’ll definitely be interested in.”

The audience frowned and fell silent.

The bard confidently began to narrate in a soft voice.

“…”

“When I stood at the door of the Cretlean Tavern, someone suddenly tapped my shoulder. I turned around and recognized him; it was Little Stanfer. He used to work under me as a first responder at the Lundham City Hospital.”

…

“Poor fellow!” he said sympathetically after listening to my tale of misfortune, “So what are you doing now?”

“Looking for a place to stay,” I replied, “to see if I can find some rooms that are both comfortable and reasonably priced.”

Stanfer remarked, “What a coincidence, someone said the same to me today.”

“Who?”

“A fellow at work. This morning he was complaining by himself about how he had found a rather nice house, but couldn’t find anyone to share the rent with. The rent was too high for him to afford alone.”

“Perfect!” I exclaimed, “If he really is looking for someone to cohabit with, then I’m exactly the person he needs. I quite like having company myself.”

Little Stanfer looked at me with strange eyes while sipping his drink.

“His name is Wu Heng, and his appearance is also quite unique around here.”

“Unique? Isn’t he human?”

“I’m not referring to his race, but to his appearance. Black hair, black eyes; I’ve only ever seen one person with that look in the city.”

…

Whoosh~!

As the tale unfolded, the tavern’s customers began to boil like an explosion.

Wu Heng?

Black hair, black eyes?

Damn, the Island Master!