The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 410: Chapter 343: Get Him Down (Second update today, headache!)

Wu Heng nodded, “Mm, pay more attention.”

“Sure!”

After dinner,

Wu Heng returned to the study.

He released two ghosts, letting them do their own tasks.

He himself sat at the desk, mulling over today’s events.

The Inspector Special Envoy held a unique functional position within the association.

He was responsible for supervising and inspecting the association’s branches everywhere, seeking out spies embedded within the organization.

Wu Heng was certain he had never seen this middle-aged man before. Why then was the man’s questioning so targeted?

“Is it personal grudge? Or is it targeted at my profession?”

Two conjectures surfaced in his mind.

One, the man bore some grudge against him, possibly a friend of someone he had killed.

The second, a stereotypical bias against the profession of Necromancer.

The question he asked had involved necromantic experiments, clearly focusing more on the necromancy aspect. @@novelbin@@

But the man’s purpose was also clear.

He intended to make Wu Heng give self-incriminating answers, to get him suspended from his position as Deputy Steward.

“Find an opportunity to check his motives as well.”

After all, Wu Heng had many enemies.

It would be prudent to understand his true intentions.

Knock knock~!

As he thought, there was a gentle knock at the door.

Mini’s voice came through, “Master, your bathwater is ready.”

“Mm!” Wu Heng got up to open the door and headed for the bathroom to wash up.

…

The next day, at the association,

Wu Heng sat in the study yawning while flipping through the latest batch of bounty notices.

The bounty for Philippa had reached 650 silver coins, which, aside from not having a third-level merit, was almost the same amount as a tier-four fugitive.

The higher the bounty, the more notorious she became among the pirates.

It also increased her personal danger.

Even if the association didn’t capture her, some mercenaries and bounty hunters would make her their target.

Low level, high bounty.

Who wouldn’t be tempted?

After sitting for a while, there was a knock at the door.

Andre Willow opened the door to find the Steward’s assistant ‘Moya’ peeking in.

“Deputy Steward Wu Heng, the Inspector Special Envoy will be visiting the archives to review files today. If you have time, please accompany him,” Moya said.

He wanted me to accompany him to check the archives?

“He needs to check the archives?”

“If needed, he has the right to view them.”

“What should I do if I go with him?” Wu Heng continued.

“You just need to accompany him there,” Moya said, closing the door and continuing, “After all, he’s the association’s Inspector Special Envoy. For appearances’ sake, we must facilitate this. Since Xi Ligui tends to be too direct, the Steward asked you to accompany him.”

“Fine! I promise not to hit him.”

Moya gave him a look and said, “Don’t be late at the archive room. Without the association assigning someone to escort them, they can’t get in. Oh, and his name is ‘Kalemah.'”

“Sure!”

After Moya left, Wu Heng gathered his things and also stepped out.

…

The archive room.

The middle-aged Inspector Special Envoy from yesterday and two investigators were already waiting outside the archive room.

Seeing Wu Heng approaching, the middle-aged man was momentarily startled, then his expression returned to normal, “Deputy Steward Wu Heng.”

“Inspector Special Envoy Kalemah,” Wu Heng smiled.

“Well, let’s not waste time.”

Wu Heng nodded, glanced back at the staff members, and took out his keys to unlock the archive room.

In the dim room stood rows of wooden archive shelves.

The middle-aged man walked in and began to scrutinize files based on dates and association personnel.

Wu Heng stood not too far away, watching him conduct the inspection.

After contemplating, he placed an invisible sensor at a distant rear position to remain undetected by the Mage,

leaving it far enough to get an overhead view of the records the middle-aged man was examining and the notes being taken by the two investigators.

Then he returned to the door.

Using the sensor’s perspective, he observed the contents of the files being reviewed by the other party.

It was evident that the man was examining the archives of other association members,

including those of himself and Xi Ligui.

This went on until noon.

The middle-aged man finally came out of the archive room, still solemn, “I’ve finished checking. Deputy Steward, you can attend to your own matters now.”

Wu Heng instructed the staff to lock the door, “Very well, you’re free to go.”

Having said that, they went their separate ways.

After parting ways,

Wu Heng went straight to the Steward’s Office to report the situation here and ‘Imilo.’

Then he returned to his own study.

…

After sitting at the Association for a while,

Wu Heng left the Association and returned to his residence.

He told Mini where he was going and headed directly to Zombie World.

On the open ground outside the dormitory building,

“Stay still!” Wu Heng commanded outright.

The Skeleton Flying Dragon, which had been thrashing constantly, calmed down slightly and stood on the ground.

Wang Chenggang and several others were assembling some 3D-printed components inside the chest cavity of the Skeleton Flying Dragon.

Zhang Chi, holding the blueprints, stood below and directed the work.

Piece by piece, they fit everything inside and secured it in place.

It was like a large plastic toy, the chest cavity completely filled up.

Seeing that the setup resembled the blueprints and that the magazine fitted seamlessly with the chest cavity, Zhang Chi wiped the sweat from his forehead as well.

Turning to Wu Heng, he said, “Your Majesty, wrapping it in another layer of leather on the outside will make it even more durable.”

Wu Heng looked on, quite satisfied.

Although the color was somewhat flashy, the work was indeed done quite well.

The material was lighter and filled the space better than a wooden box ever could.

“Good,” Wu Heng nodded.

Zhang Chi smiled at that.

Wu Heng then instructed Qi Hancai, “Have the Tannery Craftsman make a coat to wrap it in by tonight. We’ll test it out tomorrow and see how well it works.”

“Got it!” Qi Hancai nodded.

With this matter concluded,

Wu Heng continued his stroll around the market.

He glanced at the shelters exchanging materials.

After finishing his walk,

He returned to the dormitory and let ‘Xiao Xiao’ and ‘Glenda’ out again.

Xiao Xiao went to see Zhao Yanqiu.

Wu Heng took out a dictionary and began teaching ‘Glenda’ some of the language and writing of this world.

…

The afternoon sunlight was still glaring.

A carriage creaked its way to Lighthouse Street.

At the corner of the street, a tavern with open doors had two scantily clad women leaning against the entrance, sizing up the passing customers.

As the carriage drew closer,

The eyes of the women lit up, both fixating on the carriage.

If a man were to alight, they would pounce on him at once, displaying all of their assets.

The carriage stopped at the tavern.

‘Kalemah,’ dressed in a long purple robe, alighted from the carriage, accompanied by his Guard.

“A customer, do you need some service? Just one look at you and it’s clear you have energy to spare.”

Another one, baring her chest, offered, “Would you like a glass of fresh milk, or perhaps I could drink yours?”

The two women had just approached when they were stopped by the Guard.

They stumbled back as a result.

Kalemah, expressionless, entered the tavern and went straight upstairs.

“Stay outside,” Kalemah told the Guard.

The Guard nodded and stood watch at the entrance.

Kalemah pushed open the door and entered.

The private room was small, with a circular wooden table and four chairs.

Sitting in the seat facing the door was the captain who had arrived on the cargo ship.

“Inspector Special Envoy Kalemah,” the captain stood up, smiling and giving a small bow.

Kalemah made a gesture for silence.

The captain took out a sound-proofing device and placed it in the center of the room.

A faint light barrier enveloped the room, blocking the spread of sound.

“Mr. Kalemah, you must have brought good news, haven’t you?” The captain sat down again, his smile unwavering.

Kalemah sat opposite him and shook his head, “There’s no good news. This guy is clean, and I haven’t found anything wrong with him despite questioning.”

The captain’s smile froze for a moment as he frowned and said, “He’s a Necromancer and has been promoted consecutively, how can there be no issue? Are you having second thoughts, or are you dissatisfied with our terms?”

Kalemah let out a scoff and replied, “I will handle what I promised you, but when I say there’s no issue with him, I mean it.”

“Did you ask him if he’s conducted Necromancy experiments? A Necromancer would certainly do so.”

“I did, and he hasn’t.”

“What about stealing corpses or live experimentation?”

“I asked, following Yeko Kingdom’s laws, he hasn’t done it.”

This…

The captain fell into a brief silence, “How is that possible?”

“That’s the way it is, I can’t do anything about it,” Kalemah said.

The captain furrowed his brows and continued, “Perhaps we can find a way to remove him from his position.”