The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 770

Chapter 770: Chapter 622, Somewhat Familiar Chapter 770: Chapter 622, Somewhat Familiar Lighthouse Street.

All the taverns were crowded with people.

On the streets, numerous bards stood on wooden crates, stone bricks, or makeshift stages, reading out loud the stories from the newspapers.

The entire street was teeming with people.

The island seemed to be enveloped in a literary atmosphere.

Those aristocrats visiting Gold and Silver for the first time.

They were unspeakably astonished by the scene before them.

The whole island was like it was celebrating a festival, with everyone’s emotions stirred up.

And it was all because of a newspaper that hadn’t been issued.

“I’ve found out, the newspaper is published by the Island Lord’s Mansion, once every 7 days, and apart from posting some news from around the regions, it primarily serializes Great Detective stories, which are said to be written based on the Island Lord’s own experiences. It’s very popular on the island,” an attendant whispered after gathering information.

The group of aristocrats gathered together furrowed their brows.

“You mean to say, this scene occurs every 7 days?”

The attendant shook his head, “I heard that for the first few issues, they were released every 3 or 5 days.”

The onlookers’ eyes widened even more as they gazed at the crowd.

“I know about the newspaper; our caravan sold it externally, it had average success. I didn’t expect it to be so prevalent on the island.”

“Isn’t this supposed to be a pirate island? Why do they like reading such materials?”

“This Island Master is indeed formidable, the island has changed so much.”

“I heard you can even buy the stories from the first issue at the city hall. Let’s go take a look. I want to see what experiences he’s had before.”

“Let’s go, together.”

…

Island Lord’s Mansion.

Wu Heng sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a blueprint in his hands.

Opposite him was an opened crack and a stone door.

Inside the stone door, one after another, components were conjured out of thin air, then continued to assemble into new components, forming even larger components.

Even watching them being created out of nowhere was quite complicated.

Without following the blueprint, page by page, one might not even know where one was in the process.

“I hope this will be successful,” Wu Heng muttered.

For the Electromagnetic Cannon, he had cancelled all the constructed turrets and Hidden Arsenal Cave, losing their previous combat effectiveness.

Now it looked more like a large warehouse.

If this was not successful or couldn’t achieve the expected results, he would have truly wasted a lot of effort and time for nothing.

While the parts were being assembled, three ghosts flew back in succession.

“Uncle is playing with building blocks, huh? Make me a castle!” Xiao Xiao said from the side.

“I’m assembling a weapon, modern high technology!” Wu Heng patted the blueprint in his hand, then asked, “How’s the response to this issue?”

“About the same as before, the taverns are filled with people,” Xiao Xiao replied.

Bella added, “They’re all guessing the next part of the story!”

Wu Heng looked at Glenda, “Glenda, as the author, haven’t you done some research?”

Glenda, as if coming out of a trance, replied, “I did. The reaction was similar to before, the story has a limited number of words at the beginning, it will get better once the crime appears.”

Wu Heng gave her a peculiar look, then nodded, “As long as the effect is good, that’s what matters. You all go on with your work, many people have been coming to the island recently, there might be some of a higher level. Be careful when you go out to have fun.”

“Okay,” Xiao Xiao agreed, “Sister Beini, let’s go watch a movie.”

Bella nodded and followed Xiao Xiao towards the Steward’s Office.

Wu Heng then turned to Glenda, “Glenda, what’s wrong?”

Glenda hesitated before speaking, “When I was out, I saw a silhouette that looked very familiar, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone. Maybe I’ve been thinking too much about the past these days.”

Yesterday, Wu Heng inquired in detail about her husband.

Whether outwardly or to herself, she believed all that was behind her now, and her current life was quite pleasant.

She could read books, write stories; the very same writing that her husband had spurned was extraordinarily popular on the island.

Of course, the type of welcome might not have been wholly positive.

However, since last night when it was brought up again, she could no longer remain calm, always picturing herself being dragged into the basement and watching as he knocked over the oil lamp.

The pungent scent of oil enveloped the entire basement, and then came the great fire that filled the room.

Her husband just stood at the top of the stairs, watching her struggle for help, watching her slowly being swallowed by the flames.

“Can you be certain it was him?” Wu Heng asked, frowning.

Glenda thought for a moment, “Probably not, he didn’t have your abilities, nor could he have lived that long. It might have only been a resemblance in figure and from behind.”

Wu Heng said, “Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. After the exhibition ends, we’ll go find him.”

“Actually… it doesn’t matter whether we find him or not,” Glenda said.

“There should always be a conclusion, to give yourself an explanation. Leave the rest to me,” Wu Heng promised.

Glenda smiled, “Okay.”

“Come, let me give you a hug!” Wu Heng opened her arms wide.

“Sick, even flirting with ghosts.”

Glenda floated down and embraced the void.

…

At the entrance of the Association.

An old man dressed in sharp noble attire slowly descended from the carriage.

It had been a difficult journey.

The roads were frequently congested, waiting for the carriage to push through the crowd before it could proceed slowly.

It was probably not much faster than walking.

He glanced around and walked into the hall with his attendant.

After asking the staff, he headed straight for the Vice-executive’s office.

He knocked on the door lightly and upon hearing a response,
He smiled and entered directly.

Behind the desk, the Vice-executive ‘Skeeter’ was looking at the newspaper in his hands. He raised his eyebrows at the incoming figure, “Mr. Magnoro, I almost didn’t recognize you.”

The elderly ‘Magnoro’ gave a gentle smile and performed a nobleman’s bow, “Vice-executive Skeeter.”

Skeeter put down the newspaper and immediately stood up to come out, “Please have a seat, let’s not stand on ceremony.”

Magnoro straightened his back and sat down, and the Vice-executive ‘Skeeter’ also took a seat opposite him.

“Mr. Magnoro, are you here to attend the exhibition?” Skeeter inquired.

Magnoro nodded, “Island Lord Wu Heng is a young talent and esteemed by the Association. The Chamber of Commerce asked me to represent them at the exhibition and to foster closer relations.”

“Are you coming from the Island Lord?” Skeeter asked.

“Not yet, I came here first.”

Skeeter was taken aback, “Mr. Magnoro, that’s quite courteous of you!”

Logically, one should visit the Island Lord first, taking care of official matters before visiting friends.

Magnoro said with a smile, “I do indeed plan to visit the Island Lord, but I’m not familiar with Island Lord Wu Heng. I was hoping to use your help, Vice-executive, to learn about his preferences, or what kind of gift might best represent my regards.”

Skeeter realized he was here to gather intelligence.

“To be honest… I haven’t had much contact with Island Lord Wu Heng myself. How about I introduce you to the Steward? She might know him better.”

“That would be too much trouble,” Magnoro shook his head. “I was just asking out of curiosity.”

He leaned forward slightly, “I heard that Island Lord Wu Heng once served as a team leader in Lundham City, is that true?”