The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse Chapter 829 - 829 669 Your New Maid

Chapter 829: Chapter 669, Your New Maid? Chapter 829: Chapter 669, Your New Maid? The elderly man followed the coffin and walked directly in.

He held a wooden cane in his hand, his figure hunched, and his steps were difficult.

Wu Heng watched the man, guessing his identity and the purpose of his entrance.

Although the Consortium dealt with all sorts of business, it wouldn’t casually bring outsiders into matters involving corpses and skeletons.

And for Wu Heng, coming from afar to buy corpses was to avoid such troubles.

Such matters could not be handled openly, especially bringing in a stranger.

Wu Heng needed a reasonable explanation.

Retili noticed Wu Heng’s gaze, first gave a smile, and then softly explained, “Mr. Costas Alvarez, a Level 17 chanist from the Celt Kingdom who will break through to Level 18 in a few years, coincidentally you needed talent in this area…”

Wu Heng raised his eyebrows and took another look at him.

His orders always listed ‘corpses’, but never ‘talent’.

Moreover, talent was unpredictable, nowhere near as safe as skeletons.

The old man’s sowhat murky eyes looked over, trying hard to perform the nobility’s courtesy, “Costas Alvarez, at your service, Mage Sir. Please excuse my bold intrusion, but as you see, I don’t have much ti left. I can feel my body reaching its limits, possibly within these few days.”

“Hello,” Wu Heng nodded, then asked, “How is this related to my order?”

The old man said directly, “Mage Sir, I am willing to offer all my wealth if you can help survive.”

Wu Heng’s eyes narrowed slightly, just as he had guessed.

He was planning to ask Wu Heng to prolong his life.

A Level 17 chanist was even rarer than a combat professional of the sa level; he must also hold so power, or Retili wouldn’t personally arrange this eting.

Wu Heng said blandly, “Under the restrictive laws of the association and various countries, forcibly prolonging life in a special manner is illegal, regardless of whether I have the capability.”

To keep oneself alive, one must pay a corresponding price.

For example, the Blood Clan’s Blood Cup requires killing to obtain blood and continued consumption for a period before one becos a Pale-blood.

In essence, if you wish to survive, you effectively need more people to die.

Once found out, organizations would be deed an Evil Cult; individuals would have warrants posted.

The elder continued, “Mage Sir, according to the association’s laws, undead creatures transford by the Necromancer, under legitimate reasons and supervision, also possess a legitimate status.”

This was based on the Necromancy affiliate law.

aning, a Necromancer with a legal identity, his attendant ghosts and skeletons, would also possess legal identities.

They would not be regarded as Necromancy beings.

The person had researched deeply, even considering this aspect.

Wu Heng then asked, “What would I get in return? I don’t lack money.”

Wu Heng did have several thods to prolong life.

Such as transforming into a Ghost, the Corpse Ghost’s sacrificial ritual.

And the “Sacrificial Staff” which could possess another person’s body.

But he couldn’t just introduce soone and help him.

Otherwise, with so many beings in the world, could he help everyone to survive?

The elder then said, “The greatest value is myself; I am a Level 17 chanist, I will pledge loyalty to you, and undertake relevant work.”

Retili also chid in, “Mr. Costas was the vice president in the Celt Kingdom’s chanist Research Institute, possessing high skills and organizational ability. It’s because you needed such talents that I introduced him to you.”

Vice president?

Wu Heng indeed needed high-ranking professionals, particularly chanists and Alchemists.

But he had his concerns.

Bringing a living person in, could it bring trouble?

Regardless of this matter, Gold and Silver Island would continue its planned developnt; handling this matter might lead to so changes.

“You hold such a position, isn’t there any way internally to prolong your life?”

The other replied, “I am too old, and no longer have the ti to seek other thods.”

“Any enemies?”

“None, you need not worry about that.”

Wu Heng then asked, “In which way do you plan to continue living?”

The old man gripped his wooden cane and said, “I have prepared the materials for a Corpse Ghost, but if you have better suggestions, please share them.”

Wu Heng looked at him thoughtfully.

He nodded in agreent, “I can agree to help you, but your future will not be as free. You’ll work for .”

“As long as you let continue work as a chanist, that is good. I don’t have many interests in life.”

“Alright, I agree,” Wu Heng stated calmly.

A smile spread across the old man’s face, “Then I will wait outside for you.”

“Good,” Wu Heng nodded.

The old man bowed once again and then exited the room.

…

The room was once again left with the two of them.

Retili sidled up to him pleasingly and said, “You’ve always emphasized wanting a high-level chanist, and when we received news that he wanted to survive, we brought him to you to see.”

Wu Heng understood her intentions.

Level 17 was hard to co across, and if Wu Heng didn’t agree, the other party might seek other Necromancers or cooperate with so cults.

They might not even obtain the body.

Thus, considering the mutual benefits, they had arranged this eting today.

“Worry about details and avoid bringing us unnecessary trouble,” Wu Heng still reminded.

Retili cooed softly, “I understand, next ti there’s such an issue, I’ll kill and bring them to you.”

“Introduce the body in the coffin!” Wu Heng’s gaze fell on the coffin beside them.

Retili said, “There are four bodies in total, two Alchemists, respectively level 15 and level 10, and two Blacksmiths, each around level 10.”

The Alchemists were fairly valuable, and the main current demand for the Blacksmiths was to produce Solid Iron Bullets for the Flying Dragon Bomb.

And for the repair of the Skeleton Army’s weapons.

The number of the Skeleton Army was too great, so the personnel needed for repairs were not a small number.

So they were considered sowhat useful.

“Let’s settle the paynt!” Wu Heng said.

Retili calculated the paynt due while Wu Heng took out the corresponding Gold Coins.

He also took out the first volu of ‘Great Detective,’ placed it on the table, and pushed it towards her, “Didn’t you say last ti you wanted this novel? A friend of mine went to Gold and Silver Island and brought back a copy for you.”

Retili picked it up and looked at it.

When she opened the first page and saw the signature inside, her eyes instantly brightened, and she smiled like a crescent moon.

The book even had the Island Master’s signature.

So things were considered precious precisely because they were hard to obtain.

“An autographed copy by the Island Master himself, your friend really has so ability,” Retili looked at him and praised.

Then, she leaned forward again and gently looped her arm through his, “I heard there are also pens and watches for sale on the island. Next ti, could your friend bring one of each to ? I really admire that Island Master.”

“You shouldn’t be too greedy.”

“Not at all, I’m paying, not getting them for free.”

“If I get the chance, I can’t guarantee if he can manage to get them.”

Retili laughed and said, “If you wanted to give them to , how could you not manage to get them?”

Without saying much else, Wu Heng stood up and collected the several coffins into his Space Ring.

Then he said, “I’ll be leaving first, continue collecting the bones for !”

“Of course, a guest,” Retili nodded.

She exited the room.

The old man from before ca out of another room, bowed, and followed behind, both leaving the Consortium’s building.

Wu Heng hailed a carriage and left the city, heading to a deserted wasteland.

He casually activated the “Mansion Skill” and said, “This is the space I’ve opened up; you can live here normally. Go inside first, and I’ll bring you out when I get back to where I’m staying.”

“Yes, Master Mage,” the old chanist nodded and walked straight in.

Wu Heng then gestured, and within the Mansion Skill appeared tables, chairs, and refreshnts; “Don’t ss with the other components.”

“Yes.”

The Mansion Skill closed, the stone door and cracks disappeared.

Wu Heng summoned the Phantom Train and returned to Gold and Silver Island.

…

At the Island Lord’s Mansion.

When Wu Heng returned, it was already nearing dusk.

Three maids ca out to greet him, “Master.”

“Mhm, everything alright at ho?” Wu Heng asked with a smile.

“All is well. Sister Shanaela ca by earlier, but when she found you weren’t here, she went back,” Mini said as she walked beside him, helping him out of his coat.

“Call her over for dinner later, see if she wants to join us?”

“Will do,” the maids nodded.

Wu Heng then said, “Let introduce a new mber.”

All three frowned.

Robey couldn’t help but ask, “Master, do you have a new maid again?”