The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 278 - 231, I Will Teach You (One more update first, there must be two updates tomorrow.)_2



Chapter 278: Chapter 231, I Will Teach You (One more update first, there must be two updates tomorrow.)_2

The potential consequence of having caused the death of a local tycoon could easily disrupt the vice-executive’s affairs.

Just as Slyther had said when he left, being not assigned any tasks might as well be a good thing; he simply needed to wait for the appointment before making further plans.

Although he said it wouldn’t matter whether or not he takes up the vice-executive post now, he still wanted to seize this opportunity now that he has it.

“Monitor him, the moment he leaves the city or the moment we are sure of his appearance, notify me,” Wu Heng said.

“Okay!” Wen Mansha agreed, wearing a thin nightgown, laying on the couch, her legs swinging back and forth. “Master, I’ve been thinking, it’s really good to have you around.”

Wu Heng was taken aback, and as he sat down next to the sofa, he lightly patted it and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Otherwise, when Hammer Party took over the city, many people in the city would die, and we wouldn’t escape either.” Wen Mansha turned her head to look at him.

Back then, the Iron Guard Knights had pushed the Pinned Gang to resist the Hammer Party.

This left her with some lingering fear.

She would bring it up every now and then, full of resentful hindsight.

“Mmm, it’s good to have you all as well,” Wu Heng smiled.

“You’re really kind.” Wen Mansha glanced back, gently lifted the hem of her gown with one hand to cover the root of her thigh, and whispered, “Master, shall I have your baby?”

After hearing her teasing words, he grinned, understanding her intentions, “Right here? It’s almost dinner time.”

“What are you afraid of? We’ve been together before, come on!” Wen Mansha’s repeated teasing made him a bit hard to control himself.

Wen Mansha lay on the couch, her skirt rolled up to her waist, Wu Heng’s hands propped up on either side of her head.

In the past few days, Wu Heng had been busy with the trade of the refuge.

Both had been missing each other.

Wen Mansha tried hard to restrain herself from making any sounds, but gradually she started to lose control of her emotions and began to hum softly.

In the kitchen, Mini peeked out.

Mini frowned slightly, “Not now, surely. They’re starting now, do they still want to eat dinner?”

The next day, inside the grain shop.

The shopkeeper rubbed his hands together, closely following Wu Heng while explaining, “Sir, we’ve increased our supplies, and now we can sell you 3,000 bags of wheat flour.”

A few days had passed since the last grain purchase.

New shipment of grain had arrived, so the shopkeeper immediately informed Mini who then brought Wu Heng over.

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“How’s the quality?” Wu Heng entered the warehouse and inspected.

“You can be assured, the quality will only be better than last time. My reputation is on the line, there’s no way I would try to cheat you with some cheap goods,” the shopkeeper explained.

Wu Heng turned back to look at Mini, “Pick a couple bags and check them.”

Mini nodded and randomly selected two bags, opening them up and inspecting the flour.

Flour in this world is somewhat yellowish.

The tests involved checking for any sand or other debris, and then if there’s any mold.

Although it’s for the other refugees to eat.

But it’s still his money to be paid, and there’s more than just one grain shop. The quality still needs to be checked.

After inspecting, Mini nodded, “No problem.”

“Alright, I’ll take the whole batch.”

“Great! I’ll have someone deliver them to your grocery shop,” said the shopkeeper joyfully.

“Sure.” Wu Heng paid him.

The whole grain shop owner then arranged for people to begin moving the grain to the grocery store.

Wu Heng and Mini left the shop, heading towards the grocery store.

The two of them talked as they walked.

“Captain Wu Heng!”

Suddenly a carriage stopped not far away, the curtain was pulled aside revealing a gaunt middle-aged man with deeply sunken eyes.

Wu Heng turned to look, his brows knit slightly.

The [Knowledge of Souls] skill allowed him to sense the guards around the carriage, as well as the situation inside the carriage.

The guards around the carriage were several undead attendants.

Inside the carriage, in addition to two people, he also detected a familiar soul fluctuation, Wen Mansha’s.

A Necromancer?

And they’ve kidnapped Wen Mansha.

“What’s your name?” Wu Heng asked.

“Giovanni, a level 16 Necromancer,” the man responded blandly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Did my maid offend you in any way?” Wu Heng continued probing.

The man looked clearly surprised. He glanced back at the inside of the carriage and smiled, “You’re interesting.”

The carriage door opened and a tall figure in a robe stepped down, bringing Wen Mansha down with him.

He said abruptly, “I heard you have a ‘special item’ from the Secret Cultivation Hall. Give it to me now, and I will spare her.”

“Oh? You’re from the Secret Cultivation Hall?”

The man didn’t answer. Instead, he subtly snapped his fingers, and Wen Mansha’s eyes suddenly widened, her neck starting to forcefully twist backwards.

Her face began to turn red, her neck muscles prominent.

Wu Heng quickly thought it through in his mind, deciding against opening fire directly.

As a fourth-level Necromancer, he couldn’t kill the man, and Wen Mansha would undoubtedly die.

“I can give it to you,” Wu Heng said.

Wen Mansha’s neck stopped twisting but it still remained at a 90-degree angle, her face red.

“Bring it out!”

“I only have a wooden stick in my hands right now.”

The sound of a finger snap rang out again, and Wen Mansha’s neck began to twist uncomfortably once more.

“If you kill her today, I will hand over the two items to the association. If you’re willing to trade, I can exchange this wooden stick for the maid presently being used,” Wu Heng said as he produced the Special Item, the wooden stick, and placed it on the ground.

He had given the Blood Cup to Slyther, so it was impossible for him to retrieve it.

But they should know this too.

Special Items are often more valuable than human lives.

Ding ding ding~!

There were slight knocking sounds from the carriage’s cabin.

“Mr. Giovanni, let’s trade back first, and we can talk about the next item later.”

It seemed that they still didn’t dare to let the Special Item fall into the hands of the association.

“Give it to me!” Giovanni outstretched his hand.

“Let her go first. Are you, a 16th-level Mage, afraid that I’ll run away?”

“Interesting!” Giovanni turned his head towards Wen Mansha and said, “Come back!”

A shadowy blue spectral form flew out from Wen Mansha’s body and returned to Giovanni’s.

Wen Mansha immediately regained control of her body and quickly ran to Wu Heng’s side.

Wu Heng, also adhering to the agreement, threw the wooden stick, which was caught swiftly by the man who then passed it into the carriage.

Once the stick was taken inside,

Giovanni turned back to look at Wu Heng, saying, “You’re interesting. At such a young age, you have achieved so much in the art of necromancy.”

“Shucks, I’m merely learning through trial and error,” Wu Heng replied, readying himself for combat.

“How about you follow me? I can teach you traditional magic. In just a few years, you could become a third-level mage,” Giovanni said, hands behind his back.

Seemingly, he did not believe that someone as young as Wu Heng could reach level 10.

Or perhaps, some mistake had been made in his judgment.

“Thanks, but our personalities don’t agree, it seems we’re not destined to be master and apprentice,” Wu Heng declined immediately.

Giovanni chuckled and nodded, saying, “It seems ignorance has led you to make the wrong choice, but that’s ok. The association can’t protect you, and I’m quite interested in your corpse.”

With that, he promptly got into his carriage and headed towards the city outskirts.

Soon, the patrolling squad and passing professional squad rushed over.

“Captain Wu Heng, is everything alright?” a member of the other squad asked.

“Nothing happened, just some chit-chat,” Wu Heng responded.

“That’s good, we have other tasks to complete, so we’ll head off first.”

“Alright.”

Wu Heng then turned his attention towards the patrolling squad.

These men belonged to the Pinned Gang. “Follow that carriage, see where they go.”

“Understood, captain.”

Once everyone had left,

Wu Heng noticed Wen Mansha’s pale face.

Helping her back to the grocery store, he asked, “What happened?”

“All the informants stationed near Benasev were killed. He traced the bodies back to me and brought me here,” Wen Mansha explained.

Being a Necromancer, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to find Wen Mansha though questioning the dead.

Now that Wen Mansha was managing the city area for Wu Heng, everyone knew about her, so naturally, they would know who was behind it.

However, they hadn’t anticipated that the Secret Cultivation Hall would send a 16th level Necromancer.

Moreover, it was clear that the man intended to kill him, although it was daytime, not the best time to execute his plan.

“I’m sorry, master,” Wen Mansha bowed her head.

“It’s not your fault; I also want to kill him!” Wu Heng reassured her softly.

Knowing this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Everyone had shown their true colors.

It was a matter of who would kill who first.

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