The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse - Chapter 919

Chapter 919: Chapter 733, like a Magical Scroll Chapter 919: Chapter 733, like a Magical Scroll “`
He sat in the study and waited for a while.

Three Ghosts flew back in succession from outside.

Xiao Xiao said, “I didn’t find anyone with a blue hood on my end, but I did see two Beastmen dueling, knocking each other’s teeth out.”

Bella said, “I didn’t find anyone dressed like that in the area I checked either.”

Both Ghosts had no clues.

Wu Heng continued to look at Glenda.

The Three Ghosts were responsible for different areas, and Glenda, being of a higher level and having stronger attributes, was thus in charge of a larger area.

He noticed the gaze fixed upon him.

Glenda said, “On my end, I found one person dressed like that, a Swordsman by profession, staying in the most secluded room on the second floor of the Giant Tail Tavern in the Outer City District.”

As expected, it was Glenda who had some clues.

“Is there a Tamed Beast delivering messages to this person?” Wu Heng asked next.

Finding these people was not useful; the main goal was to locate the commander hidden in the shadows.

Glenda shook her head, “I watched over there for a while, but didn’t see any trace of a Tamed Beast, nor did I find him receiving any information.”

“I’ll check out the situation,” Wu Heng said.

Glenda merged into his body, and a shared vision appeared in his mind.

A blue hood and a red cloth hanging at the waist, not a belt, but it should be the target they were looking for.

He browsed a few stalls along the way, then headed straight back to the tavern.

Inside the tavern’s room, five people sat silently, casually chatting about their initial impressions upon arriving here, and then just waited.

Until Glenda left, no signs of these people receiving any messages or intelligence were discovered.

The shared vision ended, and Glenda voluntarily flew out from his body.

“Shall we capture them?” Glenda continued to ask.

“Capturing him won’t be of much use,” Wu Heng glanced at the window that had already darkened, “You all work hard, leave one to watch the City Lord’s Mansion, and the others take turns surveilling those people. If a Tamed Beast delivers a letter, follow the Tamed Beast to find the person releasing the messages behind the scenes.”

Glenda said, “Xiao Xiao, you stay and protect your uncle. Bella, follow me to the Outer City District.”

“Okay,” Bella nodded.

Xiao Xiao thumped her chest, “Leave it to me, don’t worry.”

Having said this, the two Ghosts flew out.

Wu Heng stood up as well, “Xiao Xiao, I’m leaving her in your hands, I’m going to rest.”

“Can I go see my sister when it’s quiet?” Xiao Xiao floated beside him.

“Sure, but don’t wake her; she’ll be a handful if she starts crying,” Wu Heng said.

“Alright, I’ll just watch from a distance,” Xiao Xiao nodded.

Wu Heng waved goodbye to her and headed straight for the bedroom.

…

In the bedroom.

Wen Mansha lay on the bed in a red lace long dress, the fabric draped over her, accentuating an exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio.

When she saw Wu Heng come in, she put the document she was holding aside.

“Master, did you find anything?” she asked.

Wu Heng got onto the bed and gently embraced her, “I found the person with that outfit, and the Ghosts are watching him. If anyone delivers a message to him, we will follow up and investigate.”

“It always gives a sense of security to have the master here,” Wen Mansha murmured, her hands reaching into his clothes and groping aimlessly.

Wu Heng continued, “They’re not many in number; the chances they pose a risk to you and the city are slim. It shouldn’t be difficult to find them out.”

Wen Mansha nodded, lifting his shirt, “You should just leave these matters for the master to arrange. Your job now is to comfort your little maid.”

Tossing aside the removed clothes, she gave a seductive smile, “Don’t you want to teach a lesson to the criminally multifaceted wife of the crime syndicate boss?”

“Stacking buffs, huh!”

“Ah, what did you say?”

Wu Heng pinched her chin, giving her cheek a light tap, “Nothing, turn around.”

With a sultry look, Wen Mansha slowly turned over.

…

At dawn.

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After breakfast, Wen Mansha went to the hall to assign tasks to the city officials.

Wu Heng also left the City Lord’s Mansion and called for a carriage to head to the commercial street in the Inner City District.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of a prop shop. Wu Heng, wearing a Human Skin Mask, pushed open the carriage door and slowly stepped out.

Behind him followed two skeleton attendants.

He looked up at the signboard above.

It read “Huilin Prop Store” in five characters.

After confirming the location,
Wu Heng walked straight in, where a few customers were browsing the goods around the store.

A staff member immediately approached and said, “What kind of items are you looking for, customer? Household, or for combat and defense? I can introduce you to some.”

Wu Heng said, “I’m referred by Miss Hartel, the housekeeper from the City Lord’s Mansion. I have already given your Rune Master a heads-up.”

Upon hearing that the visitor was referred by the City Lord’s Mansion, the staff’s attitude became even more respectful.

“Mr. Malcolm has already instructed us; this way please.”

Wu Heng nodded and followed the staff member through the hall and into a room behind the shop.

After a light knock on the room door, the staff member said, “Mr. Malcolm, the guest referred by the City Lord’s Mansion has arrived.”

“Let him in!”

“The guest, please come in.”

The door opened, and Wu Heng walked in.

The inner area was roughly thirty square meters, surrounded by shelves filled with various items. A middle-aged man, who looked to be in his forties, was sitting at an old wooden table, tinkering with a ring.

It looked like he was repairing a broken item.

“What item is broken? Repairs are risky, and there’s a good chance it won’t be fixed properly, which also affects the possibility of future repairs,” the man said directly.

Wu Heng sat down beside him and said, “It’s not about repairing an item. I have an object here that I would like you to look at.”

Look at an object?

The man turned and sized him up, then said, “What is it? Let me see.”

Wu Heng took out the talisman and placed it on the table between them.

“Yellow Paper?”

The man had a puzzled look in his eyes as he glanced at Wu Heng.

Referred by the City Lord’s Mansion, and judging by his dress and demeanor, he didn’t seem to be there to fool around.

“What do you want me to look at?”

“This paper is something I stumbled upon, and it has a protective effect against ghosts. Can you figure out why?” Wu Heng said directly.

The purpose of this visit was quite straightforward.

To have the Rune Master in the city look at the talisman.

It was still unclear whether the effect on ghosts was due to the pattern on it or the material used.

The middle-aged man’s brows furrowed more deeply as he carefully picked up the lightweight yellow paper and unfolded it.

The markings on the talisman appeared before his eyes.

“An item? Or a Special Item?”

“Not sure!”

To be detailed, it didn’t seem to fit either category.

The man turned around, took several tools from the workstation behind, and placed them in front of the table.

He poured a type of potion, or some liquid, into a copper basin.

Then he picked up the talisman and brought it close to the basin.

The ink inside, as if driven by energy, began to disperse slowly toward the distance.

“It really does have an effect,” the man said, somewhat surprised, then added, “But the effect is too small, it’s practically useless.”

With that, he put away the copper basin and the potion.

He then put on a magnifying monocle and began to examine the patterns in detail.

Then he said, “It should be a Special Item, a very low-effect Special Item, with almost no significant effect on ghosts.”

A Special Item!

Wu Heng was somewhat dissatisfied with this result and asked, “Is there a way to test whether the material, or the pattern, is what’s effective?”

“Do you suspect this is an inscribed Magical Scroll?” the middle-aged man said.