The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse-Chapter 565 - 464 Who Is the Black-Haired Black-Eyed
Chapter 565: Chapter 464, Who Is the Black-Haired, Black-Eyed Person?
Chapter 565: Chapter 464, Who Is the Black-Haired, Black-Eyed Person?
The shrunken eyeballs in the skull turned to look at her, and the voice was hoarse, “How could you have failed?”
Viola immediately responded, “Bishop, I focused all my efforts on holding ‘Imilo’ back, almost getting killed in the process, yet never letting him escape. It was those pirates who were useless and failed to take the island.”
“Hmph!” The skull coldly snorted, “Are you planning to push the blame onto the dead?”
“That is the fact. I am not trying to make excuses for myself,” Viola said once more.
The skull continued, “Who is that person with black hair and black eyes?”
Viola frowned slightly, “Are you referring to the vice-executive of the association? He was just assigned to Gold and Silver Island.”
“Necromancer?” the skull inquired.
“Yes, a Necromancer, but Imilo seems to hold him in high regard. I’ve heard that he’s granted permission to convert pirate bodies captured on the island,” said Viola before slightly asking, “Do you mean the pirates failed because of him?”
“He killed ‘Occam’.”
“No, that can’t be right. I heard that the association developed a new type of magical prop which prevented the pirates from landing on the island,” Viola emphasized.
“I saw it with my own eyes,” the skull said once more. “You need not come back for now. Another Sect Guardian is already on their way to you. Before that boy’s new appointment arrives, kill him.”
“But… my injuries…”
Viola wanted to speak more, but the eyes of the skull had already closed.
It turned back into a mere corpse.
Viola carefully placed the skull back, summoned the staff to store it again, and exchanged the receipt.
Once the skull was taken away,
Viola angrily cursed, “You inhuman and ghostly thing, you want to play me to death. Just wait until I get a chance, I will drag you all down to hell with me.”
…
The next day, Wu Heng was riding a bicycle, carrying Andre Willow to the association.
They had just arrived at the entrance when
they faced the old Mage who resembled ‘Gandalf’, also returning from outside.
According to Imilo, these members assisting Gold and Silver Island would stay for a while,
ensuring there were no dangers before leaving the place by boat one by one.
How long they stayed was of no concern to Wu Heng.
The association provided lodging, and he seldom encountered them anyway.
“Vice-executive Wu Heng,” the old Mage greeted with a smile.
“Headmaster,” Wu Heng also smiled.
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What the other’s name was, Wu Heng did not truly remember.
When he asked ‘Xi Ligui’, she didn’t remember either, so he simply referred to the person as Headmaster, which was also a respectful title.
Following the old Mage was an Attendant, and Wu Heng was accompanied by a skeleton attendant and Andre Willow.
Together, they walked inside.
Suddenly, the old Mage spoke up, “I heard that the vice-executive became a professional in less than a year and has repeatedly been promoted, now holding the position of vice-executive. A rare talent among the Human Race indeed.”
Wu Heng glanced at him,
wondering if the man, who was quite old, might also be in need of a young body.
Maintaining a smile, he replied, “Those are just records; they may not all be true.”
The old Mage nodded as if he approved of this answer.
“This battle at Gold and Silver Island, they used a new magical prop. Did you develop it?”
Wu Heng shook his head again, “Engraving runes is something I have no clue about. Those props came from back home. I brought some when I left, for self-preservation, so I used them when necessary.”
The old Mage did not press further on these matters.
He spoke again, “Would the vice-executive be interested in joining the Magic Research Association? It’s a personal organization that a group of us old folks established. We’re not subject to external forces, just occasionally discussing magical knowledge or sharing experiences.”
The Magic Research Association?
An organization built by Mages themselves.
In fact, there were many such organizations around the world.
Local craftsman groups, worker groups, bards, and writers all had their own circles.
But this research association mentioned by the old headmaster must certainly be of a higher caliber,
Joining them could mean access to magic for free.
However, Wu Heng was clear on how much true ability he had, and if he were to express any opinions, he wouldn’t be able to say anything substantial.
Facing a group of Mages whose primary attribute was intelligence could expose him.
“My knowledge is shallow, and I am still exploring the field of spells. Once I have some insights and achievements in the future, I will take the liberty of asking the headmaster to recommend me for the research association,” Wu Heng politely stated.
“Ha ha!” The old Mage laughed, quite pleased with the response, “Indeed, you are a bit young. When you reach level 15, write me a letter at any time, and I’ll have you join the research association.”
“Thank you very much, Headmaster.”
The two exchanged a few more words.
They parted ways in the hall.
Wu Heng headed to his office study, while the old mage returned to the dormitory with his group.
…
Back to the study.
Wu Heng sat at his desk and drank tea for a while.
Recently, the association had a lot of work to do, tallying the injured and calculating losses.
After the staff compiled the data, Andre Willow still needed to review it and then stamp it for confirmation.
Knock, knock, knock~!
The door was knocked, and Xi Ligui walked in.
Nodding at ‘Andre Willow’, she turned to Wu Heng and said, “The steward has assigned us tasks, you lead the team to patrol around Lighthouse Street.”
“And you?”
Xi Ligui gave him a sidelong glance, “Of course, I have a task too. I will lead the patrol around the Central District and the residential areas.”
“There shouldn’t be any danger on the island anymore, right?” Wu Heng asked, not really feeling like moving.
Xi Ligui said, “I think, the steward arranging patrols is also to give the island residents and merchant caravans some peace of mind. The port is still full of trash that hasn’t been cleaned up yet, and there aren’t many records of enemy arrivals.”
“That’s true,” Wu Heng agreed, then asked, “Occam, an 18th-level professional, was pardoned. There’s no warrant for his arrest, so can that count toward our merit?”
The association’s merit has always been based on warrants.
If it’s not on the warrant list, even if someone has done something bad, it is the local guard team that captures them.
Occam had just been pardoned by the association, and all the kingdoms recognized his identity too.
Wu Heng was uncertain if this could count as merit.
After pondering for a moment Xi Ligui said, “He had just been pardoned, and you captured him with evidence and killed him. I’ve never seen such a case, but I feel definitely it will count. Planning to wipe out the entire association and kidnapping so many caravans, it must be taken seriously.”
“That’s what I’m saying, if it doesn’t count, that wouldn’t be right,” he added.
“The pirates you killed should be enough for you to exchange for merit,” Xi Ligui smiled, stood up, and walked out. “Let’s chat after we finish patrolling, let’s take care of business first.”
Wu Heng nodded and followed her out.
He called up two squads and patrolled together along Lighthouse Street.
The security of Lighthouse Street has improved a lot compared to before.
After all, just a few days ago, the association went on a killing spree, with skeletons all over the city. No one would stir up trouble at such a time.
There were no incidents along the way.
Only at the port, a few people argued over salvaged spoils.
Seeing Wu Heng leading people from afar.
The crowd immediately dispersed, each going about their own business.
Wu Heng led his squads around the city for a full circle.
Close to noon, he allowed everyone to go back for lunch.
Wu Heng then headed to Conch Tavern.
…
Wu Heng entered the tavern.
He went straight up to the second floor.
The two tables of customers having a meal didn’t pay much attention to the newcomer, busying themselves with eating, drinking, and discussing the previous battles.
Wu Heng waited for a while in the room.
Millicent entered and said, “My Lord!”
“No problems after returning, right?”
“No problems, everything is quite normal,” Millicent replied.
Wu Heng poured himself a cup of tea, then said, “I’m patrolling nearby and came here to sort out lunch.”
“I’ll have it prepared for you right away,” Millicent said, and immediately left the room.
After two minutes.
The door creaked open a crack.
Philippa peered in and said, “I knew it was you.”
Having said that, she walked right in.
Different from the crazy girl before, today she wore a beige cinched corset dress and had her hair in two braids.
“Does this dress look good on me? My mom did it for me,” Philippa stood in the middle and did a twirl.
“Yes, it looks very nice,” he replied.
“Hehe!” Philippa laughed, boldly sat on his lap, and said, “Now that the pirates are almost all killed, what should I do in the future? Remember, I don’t want to run this tavern with her, it’s so boring.”
