The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 771

Chapter 771: Chapter 623, Genius Improvement (One more update today). Chapter 771: Chapter 623, Genius Improvement (One more update today). (Wrote several times, a bit tired, will post first and correct typos and awkward phrases tomorrow, my apologies.)
Skeeter filled the other party’s cup with tea and said offhandedly, “I heard that he served as a captain in Lundham City and was awarded second-class merit, which led to his exceptional promotion to vice-executive.”

Magnoro stroked his beard, seemingly pondering something.

Skeeter asked curiously, “Why do you ask about this?”

Coming back to his senses, Magnoro said, “I also lived in Lundham City for a while and was thinking of something to talk about when I meet the Island Master.”

Skeeter laughed, “Mr. Magnoro, you’re joking. With the financial power of your caravan, a normal visit would suffice. There’s no need to consider so much.”

“It’s still better to be somewhat prepared,” Magnoro said as he flipped his hand, pulling a gift box out of his Space Ring.

Upon opening it, he revealed a short sword inside, its scabbard studded with gemstones, and pushed it forward, “I happened to acquire a short sword made by the Short people. It doesn’t suit my profession, and I’ve kept it unused in my Space Ring. It would make an appropriate congratulatory gift for you becoming a vice-executive.”

This….

Skeeter’s gaze was immediately drawn to the short sword inside the box.

From the material on the exterior, it was also definitely not cheap.

But such weapons are mostly ornamental, used to decorate studies or to be collected. Weapons meant for combat would not use such flashy but impractical materials.

“Mr. Magnoro, if there’s something you want to ask, just say it. We are old friends after all,” said Skeeter, diverting his gaze and continuing.

Magnoro smiled and said directly, “Is the Island Master as incredible as they say? Can he really guess many things with just a bit of observation?”

“It should be true. Whenever the steward encounters a difficult case, they go to the Island Lord’s Mansion. After returning, they could directly capture the culprit–every catch is accurate,” Skeeter said.

Magnoro’s eyes widened in disbelief.

It was indeed as impressive as the stories claimed.

“The Island Master is a Necromancer, so he must have a Spirit Servant, right?”

Skeeter thought for a moment, “It seems there is one, the one from the stories–Miss Beni.”

…

In the afternoon, at the Island Lord’s Mansion.

Wu Heng continued assembling parts of the Electromagnetic Cannon.

He created each part and then continued to put them together into larger components.

Wu Heng was still looking forward to this weapon. If he could indeed simulate it with “Mansion Skill,” then in the current Otherworld, he could truly kill an enemy from thousands of miles away.

Regardless of 18th-level professionals, heroes or not.

All beings are equal!

Tap tap tap~!

The sound of footsteps arose, and Mini, Annette, and Robey came over carrying big and small bundles.

Mini popped her head out from the side of a gift box, “Master, more people from different caravans have arrived, bringing these gifts.”

In the past two days, people from different caravans had been continually visiting the island to see him.

For other nobles during this time, mutual visits, balls, and banquets were rather common occurrences.

But in Wu Heng’s view, spending most of the time on this was a bit overwhelming.

He simply had Mini tell the visitors that he was not in. Those willing to visit another day could be discussed later.

Those wishing to leave their gifts could leave their names and the names of their caravans.

That way, their visit’s purpose would still be achieved.

“Take them inside. Use whatever is useful, and store away what is not for now. We can give them away another day,” Wu Heng said.

“Yes, Master.”

…

At dusk, after dinner.

Wu Heng, Shanaela, and Andre Willow sat around a table.

Shanaela said, “Everything for the exhibition is ready; it can take place as usual tomorrow.”

Wu Heng nodded and then looked towards Andre Willow, “Wei’er, there are no problems with the Patrol Guard, right?”

“I have given the orders. A certain number of Patrol Guards will be deployed to maintain order,” Andre Willow replied. She continued, “Xi Ligui, the steward, has also arranged personnel for the exhibition. There shouldn’t be big issues with safety.”

“Then let’s proceed as planned.”

After saying this, Wu Heng looked at Shanaela, “Are you going back tonight?”

Shanaela thought for a moment and said, “The island is quite crowded now, so I won’t stay over.”

“Fine, we’ll dig a secret tunnel after this is over,” Wu Heng replied.

Shanaela gave him a look, “What you said sounds so awful.”

…

Night fell, bringing a chill.

Lighthouse Street, the street lamps lit up one after another.

The shops were still open for business, and vendors began calling out with their goods as they emerged from both sides, starting to hawk their merchandise.

Crowds surged onto the streets, seeking respite from the heat and engaging in conversations.

The whole city seemed to come alive again.

Bards with their wooden boxes stood under the street lamps, reciting the latest newspapers.

Residents began to gather in groups, listening intently to the stories or chatting from a distance.

The merchants and nobles who had just arrived on the island today were also pushing open the windows of the tavern private rooms, surprised by the scene before them.

“Truly a magical little island.”

…

The next day, at the exhibition.

A large crowd had already gathered outside the exhibition hall.

According to the plan, the exhibition would only be open to registered businesses and nobility on the first day, to prevent any potential dangers or conflicts.

After all, being a world where everyone has a profession was very different from the modern world.

Once the first day had passed, it would be open to the public, allowing anyone to come and see with fewer restrictions.

“Mr. Magnoro, you have arrived somewhat late,” said a familiar figure who had arrived on the same boat, coming to meet him accompanied by guards as he stepped down from his carriage.

“Mr. Matiu, it hasn’t started yet, so I’m not that late,” Magnoro said with a smile, behaving maturely and elegantly.