The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 692

Chapter 692: Chapter 560, They Have No Money Chapter 692: Chapter 560, They Have No Money “Wu Heng? Isn’t that the name of the Island Master?”

“His appearance also matches, it must be him that they’re talking about.”

“Is this a story about himself?”

The sudden discussion among the guests interrupted the Bard’s narrative.

The Bard on the stage just smiled at the discussions below, quite satisfied with the surprise they showed.

He had the same reaction when he first saw this part of the story.

“Shut up!” someone stood up and shouted, then looked towards the stage, “Keep going, I want to hear this story the newspaper is telling.”

The guests gradually quieted down, waiting for the continuation of the story.

The Bard took another sip of water and resumed the narrative.

In the following part of the story, Watson and Wu Heng rented a house on Baker Street, and through Watson’s perspective, Wu Heng’s personality traits were revealed.

He was reserved, lived a life of routine, often staying all day in the dissection room or lab, and took an interest in knowledge from other fields.

…

“The story must be talking about his early days before he changed his profession!”

“When he was young, he loved dissecting corpses so much. I guess his original career plan was to be a Coroner.”

“Yeah, some conservative families always want their members to pursue civilian jobs.”

“The Necromancer role suits him now, it’s rare for a human so young to become an Island Master.”

As the narrative continued, there was a quiet discussion below
…

The Bard moved on, depicting in their dialogues, that the Wu Heng in the book mentioned he was a detective.

And in the face of Watson’s skepticism, he easily guessed that the messenger had once served as a member of the Kingdom Light Infantry.

The brows of the audience below furrowed.

The word ‘detective’ was somewhat unfamiliar, but after hearing the following conversation, they also understood the specific nature of the detective profession.

Similar to the identity of an Investigator.

An Investigator?

Just now, it seemed that his initial intent was to become a Coroner.

Now, it feels like his original career direction was as an Investigator.

…

The story still continued.

Watson found it hard to believe that the other party could deduce someone’s identity with just a few glances.

Then, another thought flashed through Watson’s mind–perhaps the whole affair was pre-arranged by him, just to dazzle him.

Watson questioned Wu Heng’s conjecture.

Wu Heng laughed and explained that the messenger had calluses on his hands and a tattoo of a sword and flag on his wrist. His demeanor also suggested the temperament of an infantryman, and the way he spoke, as well as his posture, convinced me that he had served in the army, and the markings on his hand confirmed his identity as Light Infantry.

The guests listened with slightly raised eyebrows.

“So that’s how it is.”

“Indeed…!”

Even though they knew this was a plot designed within the story, it might not be exactly true at that time.

Yet this reasoning had a basis and evidence.

Moreover, in this world, solving cases was rudimentary at best, so being able to deduce all this from physical characteristics, posture, and tones of voice,
Was already quite impressive.

Watson couldn’t help but admire, and Wu Heng threw the letter in front of him.

Watson picked up the letter and began to speak: There was a murder on Lauriston Garden Street, inviting Wu Heng to investigate.

…

At that point,
The Bard stopped his narration and picked up his cup to drink water again.

There was silence below as everyone waited quietly.

As time trickled by and the Bard still hadn’t spoken, someone called out, “Keep talking, what’s with all this sipping?”

“Exactly, are you a turtle? Drinking water like that.”

The Bard sipped again and said, “That’s all, the story ends here with this message, ‘To be continued in the next issue.’ That means we’ll need to wait for the next newspaper for the rest of the content.”

“Damn it, they’re serializing it.”

“After all that drivel in the beginning, we finally get to the case, and there’s nothing.”

“What a garbage newspaper, why stop there.”

The crowd cursed, venting their frustration.

Having the story cut off like this always leaves an uncomfortable feeling of being in limbo.

If this wasn’t the Island, they’d be tempted to curse the Island Master out loud.

Either don’t publish it, or don’t split it into bits and pieces like this.

After a round of complaining and cursing,
The people once again quieted down, started drinking and eating, and continued to discuss the story they had just heard.

“Wu Heng, with such keen observation skills, truly is suited for the path of a Mage.”

“The last time the pirate horde attacked Gold and Silver Island, it was him who made the predictions. Otherwise, even with Imilo on the island, they couldn’t have stopped so many pirates.”

“What do you think his purpose was in writing about this incident in the newspaper?”

“Maybe he just wants everyone to understand him a little better. Many on the island doubt his profession.”

“He used to like dissecting bodies, even hitting them with sticks. No matter how you look at it, it seems even more perverse.”

“That’s how Necromancers are…”

…

Second floor of the tavern.

A room opposite to the hall, with windows open. There were faint glances towards the floor below.

Mackintosh took a sip from his glass.

He was somewhat surprised that the other party would publish their own story in the newspaper.

And in such detail.

Of course, the content of the story still raised some doubts.

If one could truly deduce a person’s profession and intent with just a glance, there would have been no need for Wu Heng to buy information at the Old Barrel Tavern before.

Now he had sought him out again to continue gathering information about the island.

Thump thump~!

The door was knocked, and a brawny man entered.

“Boss, I got the newspaper, 56 coppers,” said a man as he handed over the newspaper.

Mackintosh took it and scrutinized it from the beginning.

His subordinate said, “He’s quite self-absorbed, publishing his own story like that.”

Mackintosh laughed, replying, “At such a young age, going from an ordinary member to the position of Island Master within a year; who wouldn’t be a little self-absorbed?”

“True that! Lucky we listened to you, boss, and didn’t get into any conflict with him.”

Mackintosh didn’t reply, his eyes still on the newspaper.

Having heard the story, there wasn’t anything particularly special about it.

But the Wu Heng she knew was not such an ostentatious person; he always disguised himself when going out. So why suddenly publish such a story?

It was going to be serialized…

What was his purpose?

Mackintosh didn’t believe that someone who could ascend to the position of Island Master would publicize their experiences out of vanity.

Hero Shaping?

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

She was now at level 15 and preparing to tackle the question of Hero Shaping.

And Wu Heng doing this…

The only reason she could think of was Hero Shaping.

“Boss, I’ve spoken to the fleet, we can leave with the ship this afternoon,” another person entered the room and reported.

Mackintosh put the newspaper on the table.

She said, “Tell the fleet that we won’t be leaving. We’re staying a few more days.”

Her subordinate was startled but promptly agreed, “Alright.”

After speaking, he turned and left.

Mackintosh’s gaze returned to the room below, and she put the newspaper into her Space Ring.

…

Associations, Steward’s Office.

Shi Yali pushed the door open and handed Xi Ligui the newspaper in her hand, “Take a look at this, it was being sold on the street; they call it a newspaper.”

Xi Ligui took it, and her eyes immediately went to the words ‘Gold and Silver Gazette’ on the top.

It must be the newspaper Wu Heng talked to her about before.

“He really went ahead and created it.”

As she prepared the tea, Shi Yali spoke, “Read the story below; is it the same as his previous experiences? Was he always that powerful?”

Xi Ligui looked at the content immediately below, her eyebrows furrowing.

“I don’t know, but he indeed came from the Yeko Kingdom. He got his Professional Scroll just last year. Why did he publish this story?”

Shi Yali turned to look at her, “I feel like you might be out of his league now.”

…

Island Lord’s Mansion.

Wu Heng watched as his reputation increased by several hundred points.

Glenda was the first to fly back, “Not many people are buying newspapers. I think we can send some to the association and the city hall, let the people there buy some and lead by example.”

In the midst of speaking, Xiao Xiao also flew back in.

She clamored, “Uncle, they say only a fool would spend money on a newspaper!”

“Xiao Xiao, be a little gentler, your uncle has a weak heart.”

“They’re just broke…”