The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 913

Chapter 913: Chapter 731, Pretending to Sleep (One update today, 5000 words.) Chapter 913: Chapter 731, Pretending to Sleep (One update today, 5000 words.) Golden Sail Tavern.

At dusk, the tavern was bustling with patrons seated in the main hall, chatting and waiting for the Bard to perform.

They talked about the latest happenings on the island or shared a Great Detective story.

In a private room on the second floor.

The weather was somewhat sultry, but to block out the outside noise, the doors and windows on the inside were still closed.

“Ladies, that’s the situation. Any of you interested?”

Siska stood in the middle, looking seriously and solemnly at the people seated around.

Aside from a few Bards, the majority were island Maids and prostitutes, all gathered here.

If this were before the successful stage adaptation of “Blushing Maid Benny,” Siska might not have had such high prestige to gather so many women together.

But now, with the success of the play and attention from the Island Master, she naturally became a representative figure among the island’s Maids.

It made gathering these people much smoother.

“Mrs. Siska, I have a few questions,” a gaudily dressed woman at the front spoke up.

The woman was not young, but one could tell she was quite good-looking.

“You may speak!”

The woman cleared her throat and said, “We all know the deal here, we can tell what men want just by looking. When the Lord Island Master brought this matter up, didn’t he have any other requests?”

All the women turned their heads, looking at Siska.

Siska smiled and said, “Ladies, to deprecate ourselves a bit, our bodies are definitely not what the Lord Island Master is after. If he really had ulterior motives, he wouldn’t discuss with us. He’d just take action or issue a decree if needed.”

“We still need to eat, right? If we follow the Lord Island Master, and switch to rehearsing for movies and stage plays, wouldn’t that mean no income?” another much younger woman softly said.

Siska looked at her again, “Do you want the Island Master to spoon-feed you, arranging everything for you?”

“If he could feed me, I’d happily accept,” the woman said coyly.

Laughter erupted from around them.

Siska continued, “According to the Lord Island Master, making a movie is much harder than a play, and the script needs to be rewritten. Anyone with talents in this area should give it a try.”

“The second point is about the number of people; movies require a lot of people to participate, either as side characters or just passersby in the background. So, as long as everyone wants to participate, there will be a spot, and you don’t have to worry about no gains after being busy.”

“The last point, as long as we can complete the film, it will play itself, and we’ll get paid just by staying at home. Moreover, the Island Master will handle selling and broadcasting for us.”

“Actually, it’s almost like the Island Master is feeding us directly, we just need to open our mouths. I fear you might be used to pushing things in and may not get used to being fed.”

Siska joked crassly, and instead of being shy, the women broke into laughter.

The woman who initially asked questions queried again, “We all earn our keep lying down, can the script really be written?”

Siska replied, “If we can’t write it, we’ll hire someone, hire Bards, scholars, whatever it takes. This must succeed, for the trust of the Island Master and for ourselves, too.”

Her sudden display of strong leadership and resolve surprised the others.

No wonder she could lead a group of people from relying on men to now being the captain of a drama troupe.

She indeed had more mettle than most of them.

Seeing that no one else spoke, Siska raised her voice, “Alright, those willing to change and strive for themselves, come here to sign up. Speak out any special talents, flattering men doesn’t count.”

The women rose noisily.

They moved towards where Siska was to sign up.

…

Steward Mansion.

An Array gathered in the courtyard, and Wu Heng’s figure followed suit.

“You’re here! Shi Yali has prepared dinner,” Xi Ligui said with a smile from not far away.

She had been waiting for him here,
Wu Heng also smiled, “Always inviting me to eat, it’s a bit embarrassing.”

Xi Ligui rolled her eyes at him, “Let’s go, the more embarrassed you are, the more you should eat.”

The two walked into the house together.

In the dining room, Shi Yali in a light blue home costume was serving dinner dish by dish.

She smiled and said, “You’ve come at just the right time, I’ve just finished the last dish.”

“Your cooking is really good,” Wu Heng complimented.

“What can I do? I also have a sister who wants to become a hero and doesn’t know how to do anything other than train,” Shi Yali said, then continued, “Sit down, we can start eating right away.”

Wu Heng sat down on one side, while the two women found seats, one on each side.

“Try these, you haven’t had them before,” Shi Yali said as she recommended several new dishes to Wu Heng.

Xi Ligui glanced at her sister with reluctance.

Meanwhile, Wu Heng carefully tasted the various dishes brought over, continuously praising them.

Shi Yali’s cooking was indeed great, at least not inferior to the Skeleton Chef at the Island Lord’s Mansion, and each dish carried a fragrant aroma.

“Try some of this Flower Nectar Wine,” Shi Yali said as she refilled Wu Heng’s cup.

“It has a strong aftertaste, don’t drink too much,” Xi Ligui softly warned.

Shi Yali noticed her and also filled up her cup, saying, “What’s there to fear at home, have a drink with Wu Heng.”

Xi Ligui looked at the Flower Nectar Wine filled up in her cup and also sipped it little by little.

“I see buildings in the Central District are being renovated, what’s going on?” Shi Yali asked casually, resting her chin in her hand.