The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 750

Chapter 750: Chapter 606, Standing in the Sun (One update today, went out during the day, will write more tomorrow.) Chapter 750: Chapter 606, Standing in the Sun (One update today, went out during the day, will write more tomorrow.) With a cry of alarm,
other patrons also began to react.

“The Coachman?”

“Why him? What reason would he have to kill someone?”

“Didn’t you read about it in the papers?”

The crowd beneath the stage was in disarray.

Clearly, the final murderer was one that most people hadn’t guessed.

Or rather, it was beyond their expectations.

Saban watched the reactions of the people, his expression unchanged.

He continued telling the story.

“We were all stunned by the dramatic turn of events, somewhat at a loss.”

The customers fell instantly silent.

There was more to the story.

And not only them, but the others in the tale hadn’t expected the culprit to be a coachman either.

“At that moment, the coachman took the opportunity to break free from Wu Heng’s grasp, charging towards the window. He punched through the glass, ready to jump out and flee.”

“Fortunately, we reacted quickly, rushed forward, and caught him.”

“The coachman was fiercely struggling, and it wasn’t until he fully understood the situation that he gave up the idea of escaping and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.”

“I never thought I would be trapped here. Perhaps you’d like to hear why I killed those two scoundrels. Before we could speak, the coachman had already started to recount his own story.”

The customers’ expressions turned serious in an instant,
the patrons became serious again.

Determined to listen to the reasons that could explain such an ending.

…

Conch Tavern.

“Twenty years ago, Hou Bo was a handsome young man, smart and capable, searching for silver mines in the valley with several partners.”

“In the warm weather of June, he met the beautiful Lucy and was captivated by her charm, pursuing her ardently.”

“Lucy also admired his talents and accepted his advances.”

“Lucy and her foster father John had been living under the control of a sect ever since they received aid from its followers.”

“The sect’s doctrine dictated that the daughters of believers must marry within their faith.”

“Lucy, being the prettiest girl in the area, had long been desired by someone, with the most influential being the sons of two leaders from the Church, Inauk Zuiber and Joseph Stanjieson.”

The patrons furrowed their brows.

Both the murderer and the victims had appeared.

It seemed there would be no further twists in the story.

The rest of the story was even simpler.

Lucy’s father was killed by the sect’s followers, Lucy was taken back and forced to marry Zuiber, and she withered away and died of depression in less than a month.

This time, Hou Bo found work as a coachman in this city and took the opportunity to kill them with his own hands.

“Hou Bo’s story was over, and so was his life soon to be.”

“The harsh life he led had caused him to suffer an incurable disease; the blood at Zuiber’s death scene was the result of Hou Bo being overly excited when confronting his enemy, and of course, those words in blood were written on the spot with the blood he had coughed up.”

“Having completed his entire plan for revenge, Hou Bo had no more concerns and died with a smile on his face the day after he was caught.”

The story ended, and the Bard bowed and descended from the wooden platform.

But the customers below were slow to recover from the story’s events.

The ending turned out this way.

The murderer they had been following in the storyline was the coachman.

But the outcome after solving the case was not as satisfying as imagined, as the initial victim turned out to be the real perpetrator, and those they had been investigating were only seeking vengeance for their loved one.

“This tale packs quite a punch after-effect.”

“Damn it, I feel like I became an accomplice.”

“The Island Master should never have taken on this case.”

“He wouldn’t have lived long even if he hadn’t been caught, he was sick.”

The patrons began discussing among themselves.

At the counter,
Philippa got up, walked to a wooden board on the side, and knocked on it forcefully, “Pay attention now, the murderer is the coachman, those who guessed right come to me to settle the bill.”

The tavern continued to be in chaos.

“Damn, who could have guessed the coachman? I’d say he’s tough.”

…

Soon, the news that the murderer was the coachman spread like a tide from the island.

Everyone was discussing it, becoming the hottest topic on the island.

“How could it be the coachman!”

“He barely appeared a few times, how could it be him?”

“I have the previous newspapers, I went back and compared, and indeed there were hints.”

“Didn’t you hear the coachman’s memories? He had a lover who was killed by the victims.”

“Then who is the victim?”

“Hard to say.”

…

Central District.

Outside city hall, a long line had formed.

The newsboys announced that bound volumes of detective books were available for purchase at city hall.

If anyone wanted to buy them for collection, they could go to city hall.

Soon, quite a few people gathered there.

If it hadn’t been for the Association squad and Skeleton keeping order, it probably would have become chaotic long ago.

Just then, a figure squeezed out from the crowd,
running towards a cloaked figure in the distance. Getting closer, they held up a newspaper and said, “Princess, I got it, it’s one of the first signed by the former Island Masters.”

The figure in the cloak tucked a strand of golden hair under the hood, scolding a bit, “What are you doing, I’ve told you not to call me that in public.”

“Sorry, miss, I forgot just now. There were so many people back there, someone even groped me,” the little servant said pitifully.

The Princess put away the book, speaking softly, “Next time you go out, wear a cloak, we can’t draw others’ attention.”

They walked away together.

The maid continued to whisper, “Prin… miss, will the person you’re looking for be on this island?”

“I don’t know,” the Princess sighed and then added, “I saw him around Gold and Silver Island, I suspect he might be on this island.”