The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 749

Chapter 749: Chapter 605, The Coachman (5000 words, one chapter today.)_3 Chapter 749: Chapter 605, The Coachman (5000 words, one chapter today.)_3 150-kilometer range, 5-meter concrete penetration.

From outside the city of Otherworld, one could bombard the royal palace.

But such a thing could not be realized at the moment.

It could only exist in blueprints.

“So many busy days for nothing.”

After looking at a blueprint, the day had also darkened.

Wu Heng put the blueprint back where it belonged.

He greeted Ghost and went downstairs to return to his bedroom.

…

Wu Heng pushed open the door and entered the bedroom.

There he saw Shanaela in a white robe, sitting at the vanity, her hair upright.

Her face was beautifully mature, her neck white and slender.

And her collarbones delicate.

Shanaela glanced at the room’s door through the mirror, “Working so hard now, cooped up in the study for so long.”

Wu Heng hung his coat aside, “It wasn’t easy for you to secure me the Island Lord, of course I have to work a bit harder.”

“It’s because you’re competent enough for the position, the alliance isn’t foolish enough to appoint you just because of a caravan’s recommendation letter,” Shanaela said with a smile.

Wu Heng walked over, placed his hand on her shoulder, and gently kneaded it, sliding down the loose neckline.

He grasped the soft fullness.

“You’ve gotten tanned.”

Shanaela squirmed a bit from the kneading, turned her head and asked, “Does it look bad?”

“Not at all, it’s even more charming,” Wu Heng said, lowering his head to capture her red lips.

Shanaela responded fervently, venting her pent-up longing.

Gradually, her robe slipped off, and Wu Heng lifted her entire body onto the bed.

Wu Heng began to undress.

Shanaela, even more eager, stepped forward to help unbuckle his belt.

Her clean legs hung over his shoulder.

Shanaela let out a moan of pain mixed with pleasure.

…

Wu Heng held the delicate body in his arms.

Gently stroking her back, he said, “Starflower hasn’t troubled you again, has she?”

“Don’t be so hostile, it’s all about the handover of the merchant group, we’re still Wood Elves, and my family writes to me asking about my life,” Shanaela said, leaning in his embrace and looking up.

“Good, as long as they haven’t bullied you,” Wu Heng said, kissing her lips again, and continued, “I have two things I need your help with.”

Shanaela playfully slapped his restless hand, “We’re like this already, just say it, no need for niceties.”

Wu Heng put his hand back around her waist, “It’s still about setting up the newspaper agency. Do you know anyone in other kingdoms or cities to set up newspaper agencies, to sell newspapers?

The second thing, I want to hold a merchandise exhibition on the island to allow various caravans to showcase their goods. Can you help me gather the people from the major caravans and spread the word about this?”

Shanaela furrowed her brows.

After mulling it over, she said, “The newspaper thing is tricky. It’s difficult to have a country allow you to sell various pieces of information. I suggest you contact the alliance, see if it can be distributed through them.”

“As for the merchandise exhibition you’re talking about, I understand your point, but what benefits does hosting this bring us?”

Wu Heng explained, “It can attract more dignitaries to come to the island, high-quality goods are gathered on the island, the island’s shops benefit, and we can also choose some suitable caravans to cooperate with. We just provide the venue, so there’s no burden.”

After thinking it over, Shanaela still nodded, “Since you’ve decided, I’ll help you make it happen.”

Wu Heng smiled, “You’re really wonderful, darling.”

“Ugh, so cheesy,” she complained.

Wu Heng got down and picked her up, Shanaela gasped, clinging to him like a gecko.

Her chin rested on his shoulder, her legs tightly coiled around his waist.

With each step, she let out soft moans.

It was not until they reached the window that he set her down.

Shanaela said weirdly, “What are you doing? What if someone hears us?”

“Then let them come up here and join us.”

“You are totally wicked.”

…

The next morning, dawn.

Newspaper boys rushed to every intersection.

Holding up the newspaper, they shouted, “Seventh issue, hot off the press, Administrator Yimiro challenges Master Lu An at headquarters, the latter declines out of cowardice, Island Lord Wu Heng invited to join the Hongwen Alliance, the Great Detective story’s murderer revealed…”

The voices selling the newspapers echoed across the entire island once more.

Hearing it was a new issue, the crowd immediately gathered around the newspaper boy.

“Who is Lu An? Why is Administrator Yimiro challenging his master?”

“That prince from the Celt Kingdom, the one who was defeated by the Island Lord last time.”

“So, his master got beaten up by Administrator Yimiro again, huh.”

“Damn, this issue revealed the murderer.”

“Damn it, stop squeezing if you’re not buying.”

…

Golden Sail Tavern.

Saban paced back and forth, playing different roles.

He declared loudly, “Wu Heng shook his head lightly, smiled, and concluded, ‘The case is over, there will be no more assassinations.’”
“It’s over? Everyone else was anxious, asking what exactly had happened.”

“Wu Heng winked slyly, only saying, ‘You’ll find out in a moment.’”
Below the stage, the dense crowd of patrons held their breath, waiting for the final reveal.

They had waited so long, and today they were finally going to get the results.

Moreover, everyone had already settled on a suspect in their minds.

Just waiting to verify their guesses.

Saban tapped on the wooden podium in front of him, mimicking a knocking sound.

“At that moment, a knock sounded, and a voice came from outside, ‘Sir, the coach is ready.’”
“That’s the voice of Wiggins, the captain of the Baker Street Patrol Guard.”

The expressions of the people tightened.

In their wide-eyed stares, it seemed as if they were asking, is it him?

Saban’s story continued.

“Alright, have him come in and help me move some things.”

“Wiggins entered with the coachman, who was tall and looked very strong.”

“He reluctantly walked towards Wu Heng, reaching out to move the large suitcase Wu Heng had dragged out of the bedroom.”

“Suddenly, Wu Heng sprang up and quickly clamped the handcuffs on the man’s wrists.”

“With a victorious smile, Wu Heng announced to everyone that he was the murderer who killed two people, Jefferson Houbu.”

The audience fell into silence.

“Damn, it was the coachman.”