The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 732

Chapter 732: Chapter 593, Things Heat Up at Headquarters Chapter 732: Chapter 593, Things Heat Up at Headquarters Hearing about the newspaper delivered from Gold and Silver Island.

Both the mentor Mo Fa Te and his apprentice frowned along.

Newspapers were something they had never seen in the headquarters before, but they had been to Gold and Silver Island and had seen them in taverns where Bards read these kinds of newspapers.

The public challenge against Wu Heng was also because the newspaper had generated considerable heat on the island.

They had planned to use this heat to step on the opponent and elevate their own reputation.

How did the newspaper manage to be sent over to the headquarters?

It couldn’t be related to them, could it?

But on closer thought, they had seen the contents of the newspaper, which were all about the happenings and information around Gold and Silver Island, as well as the personal stories of Wu Heng.

It should have nothing to do with them.

As long as it wasn’t about them.

Whatever was written on it didn’t matter.

…

Elf Carles held the newspaper.

With just a quick scan, he also fairly understood the whole incident.

Mo Fa Te mentioned the islanders’ rumors, Island Master Wu Heng’s reforms, and his exaggerated level advancement.

But he left out the part about himself arriving on the island and publicly provoking the Island Master and proclaiming a fair and open challenge.

He had forcefully driven the other party to step into the Combat Arena.

The unexpected thing was Mo Fa Te’s apprentice had not won, but was instead overwhelmingly defeated by the equally young Wu Heng.

Especially since there was a colored illustration.

A young man wearing the Hundred Soldiers Robe, triumphantly raising his wooden staff, with an admiring referee beside him and the desolate figure of Lu An in the background.

There was still a strong visual impact.

Now back at the headquarters, the first thing Mo Fa Te did was suspect something wrong with Wu Heng, which looked like nothing more than sour grapes for losing the match.

If there really was a problem, wouldn’t ‘Imilo’ have noticed it when he was at Gold and Silver Island?

Could he have just seen it after one day on the island, during the match?

That really sounds far-fetched.

In fact, challenging the Island Master made sense.

To build prestige for his apprentice.

Carles glanced at Mo Fa Te across from him and felt a trace of disdain in his heart.

To stir up trouble actively, lose the fight, and then expect the alliance to step in and trouble the other party.

Wasn’t this just indirectly tarnishing the alliance’s reputation?

Seeing Carles looking over, Mo Fa Te smiled, “The newspaper is indeed a great idea. I feel the headquarters could also publish something similar and distribute it to various places.”

“That is a good idea. The matters regarding Gold and Silver Island that you mentioned, Mo Fa Te, I will record them. Later, I’ll discuss it with a few Elders, and then make arrangements,” Carles said, setting down the newspaper and his expression returning to normal.

Mo Fa Te nodded, emphasizing, “Be careful with Wu Heng. He is particularly crafty.”

Carles smiled and nodded, “It will be arranged.”

Mo Fa Te and his apprentice didn’t say anything more.

As long as the matter was recorded, that was enough.

They bowed slightly and left the room.

…

Back in the hallway.

Lu An had a serious expression, “Teacher, after Carles read the newspaper, his attitude seemed to change from before.”

“It may be because of something written on it. Those things don’t matter, what we have to do is to maintain the alliance’s support for you,” said Mo Fa Te, expressionless.

“Thank you, teacher,” Lu An expressed his gratitude.

The two of them walked out of the corridor and returned to the Hall of Glory.

Stacks of newspapers were piled up at the reception.

No one was hawking them, nor was there any promotion, but occasionally people curiously walked by, casually taking a copy to look at the content.

It seemed like a sort of carefree, free reading material.

Many people looked down at the newspapers, and as the mentor and apprentice duo entered the hall, they too cast peculiar glances.

“Go get a copy and see what’s written on it,” Mo Fa Te said.

Under the gaze of others, Lu An walked up to the front desk and took a copy of the newspaper.

As he walked back and read, his face began to look increasingly troubled.

“Teacher, this here…,” he said.

Mo Fa Te took it from him directly, his gaze falling on the conspicuous illustration in the middle, as well as the enlarged headline.

His eyes widened, and his face flushed red and then turned to a purplish hue.

Now it was clear why Carles’s attitude had suddenly changed.

The content of the newspaper was obviously saying his apprentice and he had lost the match. And now back at headquarters, they were planning to schemingly retaliate against Gold and Silver Island.

“What a cunning lad, to have even published such an incident,” Mo Fa Te muttered under his breath.

They had underestimated the newspaper.

It wasn’t just there to broadcast some information about Gold and Silver Island; it had actually published such an incident.

The documents were even delivered to headquarters.

Crafty kid.

Now, no matter how I explain it, everyone will think that what’s in the newspaper is true.

More and more people gathered around, and the murmur of their discussions gradually grew louder.

It felt as if everyone’s eyes were on the two of them.

Whispering something to each other.

“Let’s go, let’s leave this place first,”
Moya said, leading Lu An away with a grim expression on his face.

…

At an open-air training ground.

Moya hastened his steps, climbed the stone steps, and said to the figure ahead, “Gold and Silver Island has sent a letter to you.”

In the center of the training ground, Imilo sheathed his sword and walked over.

He glanced at the letter in Moya’s hand, and the rolled-up paper scroll, “What’s the other one?”

“It’s called a newspaper, also from Gold and Silver Island. I brought a copy over from the Hall of Glory,” Moya explained.

Imilo nodded, sat down on a nearby stone bench, and began to read the letter first.

As his gaze fell upon the contents of the page, his calm look suddenly flashed with sharpness.

Moya looked up at him and asked, “What’s wrong? Is there trouble on Gold and Silver Island?”

Imilo’s expression softened and he handed the letter to Moya, “Written by Wu Heng. Mo Fa Te took his apprentice to the island and openly challenged Wu Heng, asking the island’s Prophet for an investigation, one reason being that Wu Heng was once a Vice-executive under me.”

Moya took the letter and looked at its contents.

Imilo then turned his attention to the other piece of paper, the newspaper.

The content on the newspaper was a simplified version of the entire event.

The challenge on the island, the public confrontation, and the direct submission of the challenge to the association, forcing Wu Heng to accept.

But the outcome was not bad.

He defeated the challenger directly.

Moya, after reading the letter, also set it aside.

Imilo pondered for a moment and then said, “Moya, write a challenge letter and send it to the Hall of Glory, challenging Mo Fa Te.”

Moya looked surprised for a moment, then nodded.

…

The next day.

The ever-unchanging headquarters of the association suddenly became lively.

Everyone was discussing the two hottest topics.

The first was the newspaper from Gold and Silver Island, declaring that a young genius supported by the association had been defeated by an obscure youth in an open challenge.

An individual known as the Island Master of Gold and Silver Island.

What is this place, the headquarters of the association?

It could be said that high-level professionals from all races and nations were gathered here.

This event became known far and wide.

The second event was that ‘Imilo’ had submitted a challenge to the association, challenging the 18th-level Mage, Mo Fa Te.

For the young generation’s competition, many paid more attention to the battle between these two veteran professionals.

“I heard that this Island Master Wu Heng used to work as a Vice-executive under Imilo; it seems like he’s standing up for him.”

“He’s already won; what’s there to stand up for? I think it’s their own grudge. The younger generation made the first move, then they enter the fray.”

“I’m becoming increasingly curious about this Wu Heng.”

“Me too, especially since the story published in the newspaper was his own narrative.”

“It looks like he’s also laying the groundwork for his own 18th level.”

“Clever kid.”

…

The association, Hongwen Alliance.

The Hongwen Alliance is a special organization within the association.

It is mainly composed of Mages, Alchemists, Scholars, and others with a high thirst for knowledge.

Translating ancient documents, discussing and exploring new knowledge.

Like the Secret Speakers, it is a separate society within the overall association.

And within the Hongwen Alliance, there are various study groups of different sizes.

Each with their own field and faction of development.

“Mr. Virgil, you rarely leave home,” said a person dressed as a Swordsman at the entrance.

Shading his eyes from the sunlight, Virgil said with a smile, “The leader asked me to go out and take a look at a very promising young fellow.”

“Has the Hongwen Alliance taken an interest in someone?”

“How it turns out is still uncertain,” Virgil answered with a smile. As the carriage stopped in front of him, he waived goodbye, “I’ve got tasks to attend to, we’ll talk another time if the opportunity arises.”

“All right, safe travels.”