The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse Chapter 1348: 976, Eavesdropping

Chapter 1348: Chapter 976, Eavesdropping

The puppet controlled by Religious Leader Saidu leaned slightly forward, its joints emitting a slight creak, as it brought the final radio device before him.

He carefully examined the set of items that could transmit information.

On the tal casing, the emblem of Gold and Silver Island was etched; the front was decorated with various buttons and dials. It resembled a chanical creation made by a chanist more than a simple tool.

It appeared quite ordinary, with no magical fluctuations inside.

Does this kid have no sche?

The more normal it seed, the more it felt like a trap was hidden within. However, upon reflection, each of the heroic races present had been given a radio device.

Even with Wu Heng’s audacity, he wouldn’t dare to offend so many heroes at once.

If he dared to do so, it would provide a justification to boot him out of the alliance and to collectively eliminate him.

The Hongwen Alliance Leader, ‘Claudio’, glanced over and said, “If there’s an issue with Gold and Silver Island’s items, will the Holy Court allow people from Gold and Silver Island to co over?”

The Religious Leader scoffed, “Whether it be tools or chanical devices, the Holy Court has the corresponding talents. We can solve any issues ourselves.”

“As long as you’ve thought it through,” the Hongwen Alliance Leader said flatly.

The more he said so, the more he felt convinced that nothing was wrong with the radio device.

Wu Heng’s close ties with the Hongwen Alliance made it unlikely for him to sche against them.

He probably just wanted to use so petty tricks to annoy them, like before.

Hmph~!

The Holy Court must seize a portion of these radios and use them against Gold and Silver Island.

At this point, Hadara spoke up, “It’s not for free, each set corresponds to items worth two Level 2 rits or special items. Prepare these and send them from the headquarters to Gold and Silver Island.”

“I have no problem with that,” ca the voice of the Dwarf Leader through the radio.

“Saidu, no problem for you?” Hadara asked.

The Religious Leader slightly raised his eyes, “Okay!”

Then, Hadara pulled out a letter from the Space Ring, “The usage instructions are written on it, copy it down. I’ve looked it over, and it’s not difficult to use.”

Then turned to the radio and said, “Bruno, learn from Lilith; she knows how to use it.”

“Alright!” the Dwarf Leader agreed.

The Hongwen Alliance Leader and the Religious Leader copied down the content of the letter.

…

Deceit Puppet House.

The flickering yellow light cast the shadows of countless puppets on the wall, forming clawed shapes.

The Deceit Puppet Master Mortir sat in a chair, his bony fingers carving intricate patterns.

Knock knock~!

A gentle knock echoed at the door.

Mortir’s movents paused; he glanced at the nearly botched pattern, a hint of anger in his eyes.

“Who?” Mortir asked coldly.

“Master Mortir, Gold and Silver Island has sent you a letter,” ca a young voice from outside the door.

The anger in Mortir’s eyes extinguished instantly. The door opened a sliver, a letter quickly swooped in, and the door shut.

The courier at the door stopped mid-action.

He looked at his empty hand, hesitated, but eventually turned around and left.

Inside the workshop.

Mortir sat in his chair, fingers brushing the letter, pondering whether his refusal of the invitation would anger the young hero.

It wasn’t his fault.

After all, you killed three Church Heroes in a row and boldly published it in the newspapers.

Anyone could see that the conflict between Gold and Silver Island and the Holy Court had reached an irreconcilable stage, one that even the alliance could only suppress with difficulty.

Eventually, another battle would ensue.

Who could dare to go there!

He took a deep breath, tore open the envelope, and tilted its contents into his palm.

Aside from the letter, the first thing that fell into his hand was several glossy, colorful portraits.

The picture depicted an exceptionally beautiful woman.

The second picture was from a different angle, showing the nine fox tails unfurled behind her.

Fox people?

Nine-tailed Fox Clan.

Mortir adjusted his glasses, quickly ascended to the second-floor study, climbed a wooden ladder, searched for a while, then pulled out an old book, brushing the dust from its cover.

He began flipping through the pages, stopping as his eyes narrowed.

Heavenly Fox Clan! A humanoid species lineage.

Due to the blessings of the Big Fox Woman and their ancestors’ devotion, the Heavenly Fox Clan had a deep connection with Divine Spirits, often receiving ‘their’ protection.

They were sowhat resistant to Divine Arts.

The number of tails indicated the person’s level.

It’s said that the Big Fox Woman possesses nine fox tails, known as Dan Nan, considered the darling of the universe in the fox people language.

Mortir widened his eyes, looking back and forth between the book’s records and the photo in his hand.

“Big Fox Woman….”

After coming down from the ladder, he returned to his workbench, still filled with disbelief.

Wu Heng had actually found a Level 20 Big Fox Woman.

No, that’s not right!

He was asked to create a deceit puppet, not that he actually found one.

He imdiately shifted his gaze to the letter, the handwriting on the paper was elegant, suggesting soone else, likely a woman, wrote it.

The first part expressed regret that Mortir couldn’t travel to Gold and Silver Island but assured him he was always welco to settle there.

Mortir felt slightly at ease in his heart.

It seed there was no displeasure with his refusal.

The latter part discussed a new puppet’s customization.

It even ntioned that if creating the tails proved challenging, they could be skipped.

Mortir’s eyes widened; Wu Heng had a Ghost of a Big Fox Woman.

…

City Lord’s Mansion, nursery room.

Wu Heng was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, gently waving a star-shaped toy in his hand, “Qinqin, say daddy!”

Little Wu Qin tilted her head, smacked her lips, and promptly looked away.

She stretched out her chubby hands, accurately grabbing Wen Mansha’s clothing, babbling for her mother’s embrace.