The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse Chapter 704 - 704 569 why do you keep mentioning him every

Chapter 704: Chapter 569, why do you keep ntioning him every day (one update today, couldn’t make it up.)_2 Chapter 704: Chapter 569, why do you keep ntioning him every day (one update today, couldn’t make it up.)_2 Shanaela’s tone carried a greater hint of laughter, “I hadn’t noticed, you’re quite tender-hearted.”

Wu Heng changed his tone and said, “I’ll have Philippa co to pick you up.”

“No need, it’ll take too long. If I wait for her, I’ll have to stay for several more days,” Shanaela gently declined.

Wu Heng pulled out the Erald Sand Table for a glance.

On the various routes across the Erald Sea, there wasn’t a suspicious ship in sight.

The likelihood of encountering pirates was slim.

However, lately, the Dragon Trafficking Team, Blood Clan Fleet, and Evil Cult incidents had all occurred in the Erald Sea.

They were all unstable factors.

Who knew which force’s backup would co looking for people and take the opportunity to play pirates.

After so thought, he said, “Alright then, I’ll have Philippa intercept you halfway. She can escort you, or you can switch ships to co back.”

This ti Shanaela didn’t refuse, “Seeing your sincerity, I agree.”

“Good, pay attention to the ships when the ti cos,” he reminded.

“Mhm.” Shanaela’s tone shifted, and she asked leisurely, “Did you miss ?”

“I did.”

“How did you miss ? I want to hear.”

Er….

Wu Heng hesitated for a mont, then lowered his voice and said, “I keep dreaming about you, the kind of dreams that are hard to speak aloud.”

“You’re terrible, always talking about those kinds of things,” Shanaela chided playfully, then whispered softly, “It’ll be better when I get back.”

“Did you miss ?””

Shanaela’s voice was very light. “I did! If I didn’t miss you, would I be in such a hurry to co back?”

“Where did you miss ? Tell about it.”

There was a pause on the other end.

Her tone changed, “Why do I feel like I’m picking up bad habits from you?”

“Why is it fine when you ask but when I ask you, it’s ‘learning bad habits’?”

“I’m much older; you’re still a kid.”

The two chatted for a while.

Shanaela went out to buy so necessary supplies for the ship, so the conversation ended.

Wu Heng went downstairs and chatted with a few maids.

At dusk, Andre Willow ca back from outside.

They dined together in the dining room.

After that, they returned to their rooms to rest.

…

Last night, the wind howled and the rain lashed.

That’s the way it is on the small islands at sea, sudden storms strike unexpectedly and fiercely.

By daybreak, the whole Gold and Silver Island was shrouded in dampness, with branches carrying droplets like pearls and eaves dripping with raindrops slowly.

Gradually, the number of pedestrians on the roads increased, and the place began to buzz with activity.

On the streets, the newsboy was riding his odd two-wheeled vehicle, dragging a huge parcel behind him.

He stopped at several busy intersections.

Opening the bag on the back seat, he held the newspaper high in hand.

“Third issue of the Gold and Silver Gazette, Netalee City struck by internal strife, port blockaded, fireworks shooting into the sky, latest decisions from the headquarters of the association, co take a look…”

Whirl of noise!

As the vendor’s cry rang out, a crowd of people surged towards him.

…

In the residential area,

“Rushing about, what’s going on?”

“The third issue’s been released, I’m off to the tavern, maybe I’ll snag a good spot.”

“Then let’s hurry over. I heard soone got a nice seat last ti and sold it for a silver coin.”

“No more chatting then, let’s go!”

…

At the Golden Sail Tavern,

Things weren’t how they used to be; no longer were custors only coming in the evenings, but all day long.

Inside the tavern, there were many listening to stories, and even more outside freeloading on the tales.

The owner had just stepped out of the door when he saw quite a few people rushing his way.

At first, he was startled.

Then, he guessed the new newspapers had been released.

He called to the barkeep to add tables and chairs and also shouted, “Has Saban not arrived yet? Send soone out to greet him, tell him the new paper’s out.”

“Right away!” A barkeep dashed out of the entrance, heading in the direction Saban usually ca from.

After a few steps, he saw Bard Saban, one hand clutching a newspaper, the other holding a roasted pastry, walking briskly towards them.

“Mr. Saban, the boss sent to tell you the third issue of the paper is out.”

Saban raised the newspaper in his hand, “Got it, let’s go.”

The two pushed through the crowd and strode into the tavern.

Several buffs were applied to him.

Saban’s chest puffed up with pride, as the sensation of being the center of attention was indeed marvelous.

“Good morning, everyone. I will first discuss the intelligence from the newspaper with you all, before we read the detective story,” he said.

…

Black Crow’s Nest Tavern.

The Bard, narrating a segnt of the reader detective stories.

“And what does that prove?” Gregson asked with disdain.

“It proves that the person who was writing intended to write a woman’s na, Rachel, but for so reason, they didn’t finish. I guarantee, once the case cos to light, there will definitely be a woman nad ‘Rachel’ related to it,” the Bard responded.

…

Conch Tavern.

The Bard stood on the stage, playing two roles by himself.

“Then how did you deduce one person’s height? Was that also your inference? Or just a guess,” soone questioned.

The Bard then shifted to the other side, embodying Detective Wu Heng with a confident expression. He answered, “It’s quite simple. One can deduce a person’s height from the size of their stride. No complex calculations are needed… Generally, when people write on a wall, they instinctively write above their line of sight, and the writing on the wall inside the house was exactly three precise feet from the ground, which is too coincidental, like a child’s play.”

“How did you determine his age?”

“If soone can effortlessly step over two and a half precise feet, they’re definitely not an old man,…”

“What about the fingernail and Indian torpedo cigars?”

“The writing on the wall was done by soone dipping their index finger in blood. Using a magnifying glass, one could see that so wall powder scraped off while writing, indicating that this person’s nails were not trimd… I’m not boasting, but I can identify any brand of hallucinogenic leaves just by looking at them,” the Bard said.

The Bard kept speaking above.

Below, the crowd quietly listened.

Soone puzzled, “That explanation about the old man isn’t quite right. As professionals gain abilities, there’s not such a big difference in age and physical condition. An 18-level Fist Master never tires, not even at a hundred years old.”

“Are you crazy? During the story, Wu Heng hadn’t even changed professions. He must be investigating an ordinary person. What would he do with an 18-level professional? A professional could commit murder and get away with it.”

“Shh, keep listening,” another interjected.

anwhile, at the counter.

Philippa rested her chin on her hand, comparing the Bard’s speech with the newspaper content.

“Wu Heng is really impressive; I indeed have an eye for talent,” she mused.

…

Golden Sail Tavern.

Saban paused abruptly on the stage.

He bowed to the audience and then announced, “The continuation of the story will be serialized in the next issue.”

He added, “Here’s where the newspaper leaves off for now, and it has nothing to do with the tavern.”

There was silence below for two seconds, followed by a sudden uproar.

“Dammit, right at the crucial mont,” soone exclaid.

“I was just getting into it, and you end it like this?”

“When will the fourth issue be released? I can hardly wait….”

…

At the Association, in the Steward’s Office.

Shi Yali frowned and asked, “Would he really deduce a person’s age based on the size of their stride? That seems a bit far-fetched. At the very least, shouldn’t he differentiate between professional characteristics?”

Xi Ligui closed the newspaper and replied, “He ntioned that where he lives, there aren’t many professionals. The focus is all on developing that weapon called the Machine Cannon.”

She continued, “You must also be aware of the Pirate King’s attack on Gold and Silver Island. He figured out the feigned death of the Old Barrel Tavern leader, as well as the whole ‘Occam’ Pirate King affair.”

Shi Yali’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

Xi Ligui smiled and said, “At that ti, Imilo was the Steward. Wu Heng sorted out and deduced the whole event. I think capturing an ordinary criminal is not difficult for him.”

“If that’s what you say, it’s probably related to his environnt,” said Shi Yali before sighing, “You’re quite defensive of him.”

“I just speak my own judgnts,” Xi Ligui responded firmly, countering, “Why do you bring him up every day lately?”

…

Wu Heng lay on a lounger in the courtyard.

Annette kneaded his shoulders, Robey pounded his legs, while Mini brought fruit to his mouth.

Wu Heng opened his panel, where his reputation points continued to increase.

[Level: 18 (134567/305000)]

[Reputation: 18 (29171/48000)]

The third issue of the newspaper had boosted his reputation to 29,000.

In another two days, he estimated he could roughly reach the number of 30,000.

But a problem began to erge.

The increase from the third issue didn’t seem as significant as from the second; he worried it might slow even further.

And this was just level 18, with level 19 reputation points yet to co.

This ant that relying solely on Gold and Silver Island to reach hero status was clearly not feasible.

He would have to expand the distribution range.

It was proven that the great detective’s story was quite popular.

Even though so details conflicted with the world, a story is a story. If glossed over, no one would take too much issue with it.

If it was popular on Gold and Silver Island, it should have a similar impact elsewhere.

To distribute further…

The newspaper was a bit of a challenge!

Waiting for ships to deliver the papers ant that the news and intelligence they contained would already be outdated.

However, it was possible to wait until the story was completely serialized, bind it into a book, and distribute it to various places.