The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 720

Chapter 720: Chapter 583, Someone Died Chapter 720: Chapter 583, Someone Died Shanaela raised an eyebrow, “When you say every place, what exactly are you referring to?”

“For example, the main cities of nations or races, and some important towns,” Wu Heng explained his idea.

“That’s too difficult. The transmission of information is already a problem, and there are more main cities of nations and important towns than you imagine,” Shanaela gently stroked his hair. “So, the goal you’ve set for yourself is a bit too ambitious. You could instead focus on the areas surrounding the Emerald Sea.”

Embracing the other person, Wu Heng fell into deep thought.

What he had in mind wasn’t just about printing in Gold and Silver Island and then distributing to various places.

It was about establishing newspapers in every city. This would allow for swift collection of local news, rather than getting it through the mouths of some traveling merchants.

The second point was to spread his stories across an even larger area and collect fame.

The transmission of information that Shanaela mentioned could be accomplished with the help of radios, by simply arranging for some people to stay by the radios.

The main problem was the insufficient number of printing presses.

With only three at hand, they couldn’t be distributed elsewhere.

“It’s indeed not the right time now, but I can start planning ahead,” Wu Heng lifted his head, pulling down one side of the other’s shoulder strap.

“What are you doing? We are outside!” Shanaela caught the slipping shoulder strap.

“It’s fine. Mini and the others are in the living room reading comics. They won’t disturb us before dinner,” Wu Heng said.

Shanaela relaxed her grip, allowing him to pull down the shoulder strap.

With the strap hanging to one side, her pale undergarment was exposed.

Wu Heng reached around Shanaela’s back and unfastened the hook of her undergarment.

When seated, it was already somewhat loose. With the shoulder of the dress taken down and the undergarment straps unhooked, both slid downwards in unison.

The delicately beautiful collarbones and the fair bust, full, fair, firm, and round.

Although he had seen them before, he still couldn’t get enough of the sight.

It was like a perfect piece of craftsmanship.

Leaning in for a kiss, Shanaela put up a finger and lightly pressed it against his forehead, “Alright, you’re all sweaty. Wait until after the next bath.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Wu Heng pressed on gently and took it into his mouth.

As Shanaela began to blush, she embraced him, gently caressing his hair.

After a while, Wu Heng looked up and asked, “With your years of experience in business, do you think there would be a market for an elixir that enhances constitution when taken, with effects similar to going up a level or two?”

“You’re like a child.” Shanaela took out a handkerchief, wiped the saliva off it, and then said, “If such an elixir really existed, you could only become a well-known elixir supplier. Of course, you’d make a fair amount of money, but it wouldn’t be enough to become a caravan.”

“Then what would it take to become a caravan?”

“Enough capital, your own commercial coverage, establishing connections with caravans from other nations; at least these things should be involved,” said Shanaela.

“Alright, I’ll think about it,” he replied.

Shanaela readjusted her clothing and asked, “Do you really have such an elixir?”

“I do,” Wu Heng nodded.

Shanaela looked at him seriously, “Don’t mention it to others, just like with your level, or it will bring you trouble. Let me think about how to handle this.”

“Don’t worry, I know,” Wu Heng said.

“Such a good boy!”

“Stop treating me like a child, will you?”

“Fine, someone has a strong ego,” she teased.

“Stay the night?” Wu Heng offered.

Shanaela shook her head, “Maybe in a couple of days. Once the residence issue is taken care of, I’ll find a chance to come over.”

“That works.”

The two sat in the stone pavilion for a while.

Shanaela left the Island Lord’s Mansion, and Wu Heng also returned to his own residence.

…

As dusk approached,
they dined together.

Mini came down from upstairs and said, “Master, Wen Mansha has sent a message.”

Indeed, it had been a while since Wen Mansha had contacted him.

Wu Heng headed towards the staircase and said, “I’ll go check it out. Weren’t you planning to visit Shanaela? Make sure you come back early.”

“Understood, Master.” After speaking, she called the other maids, and they left the Island Lord’s Mansion together,
heading towards Shanaela’s newly purchased residence.

Wu Heng went upstairs and entered the radio room.

He glanced at Wen Mansha’s logbook, which indeed recorded a message saying she needed to see him.

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Picking up the handset, he said directly, “Wen Mansha, can you hear me?”

From the other end of the handset came a flurry of noises, followed by a woman’s voice, “Master, the mistress is having dinner in the dining room, I’ll ask her to come over.”

Hearing the voice and the address, it must be Wen Mansha’s housekeeper.

Named Hartel.

Soon, Wen Mansha’s voice came through, “Master.”

“Wen Mansha, I saw your message, did you need me for something?” Wu Heng asked.

Shanaela’s tone was somewhat grave as she said, “Steward Slyther brought over a body, female, in her twenties, named Luo Bei Lini, said that she had provided information to you before.”

Had provided information?

Wu Heng frowned, recalling the name.

Since it was sent by Slyther, it must be a resident of Black Stone Town.

He had lived there for a while, but indeed he had no recollection of such a person.

Moreover, at that time, he was just a squad member, far from managing to cultivate informants.

“No impression? Any distinguishing features?” Wu Heng continued to inquire.

Wen Mansha paused, then said, “The appearance has become somewhat indistinct, and it’s hard to recognize any particular facial characteristics, but Steward Slyther said that she used to work at a tavern, and back then, her name was Bella.”

Bella…

Wu Heng’s eyes instantly widened.

Bella was dead.

In Wu Heng’s mind, the image of her in the tavern, always with a smiling face, surfaced instantly.

His tone also became solemn, “I remember now, she did provide me with information before. How did she die?”

“The message from Steward Slyther is that after you left, she wanted to join the association and become one of the Secret Speakers. She was assigned to investigate a foreign sect in the village. She might have been discovered, or there was some other reason, but she was killed and left at the village gate, and it was several days before she was found,” Wen Mansha said directly.

To become a Secret Speaker.

She had brought about her own death.

Wu Heng did not know what to say.

She didn’t remain a maid at the tavern, but instead wanted to join the association, and Wu Heng felt she was moving towards something meaningful.

But he didn’t want her to lose her life just for the sake of becoming a Secret Speaker.

No cause is worth losing one’s life over.

Wen Mansha continued, “The body’s tongue is gone, probably to prevent necromantic questioning. The body is also greatly damaged. If you don’t have any arrangements, I will arrange for a grave on this side.”

“Doesn’t she have any family?”

“It seems not. The only people she knew were those in the tavern and the residents around her lodging. It’s said she came from a village outside.”

Wu Heng leaned on the edge of the desk, deep in thought.

The time Bella spent in contact with him wasn’t long, only a meeting or two.

Timid, yet she also had that bit player’s kind of cautious sense of justice.

Wu Heng still remembered the light that shone in Bella’s eyes when she learned that the information she provided had saved an abducted child.

A light different from the sight of reward money.

Slyther had transported the body to ask him, evidently Bella had spoken of her dealings with him before her death.

To be honest, their interactions were not many.

But he didn’t want her to end up like this.

“How long has she been dead?” Wu Heng asked.

Wen Mansha replied, “About a week or so. The weather here has been cold, so the body was preserved, but it’s about to warm up, and it may not last much longer.”

His mind quickly sifted through the matters at hand concerning Gold and Silver Island.

Then he said, “Preserve the body for now. I will set out to come over tomorrow. Don’t let the body become damaged.”

“Understood!” Wen Mansha’s tone softened considerably, “Then I’ll wait for you to come and deal with it.”

“Alright, let’s leave it at that for now. I’m going to arrange some matters.”

“Okay.”

After hanging up the call, Wu Heng walked out of the radio room.

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The next day, Zombie World.

In the meeting room, Wu Heng said to the several people on either side of the conference table, “Tell Wang Haibing to dismantle another set of power plant equipment. It has to be completed within five days. Gao Rong, you are to produce several newspaper printing presses, or see if there are other printing plants available.”

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