The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 492: Chapter 405, Ghost Upgrade Method

“Are they going?”

Andre Willow said softly, “I heard they don’t plan to attend.”

It’s normal for them not to go.

Imilo was assigned to Gold and Silver Island precisely because the association didn’t trust the pardoned Island Master.

There was a role of surveillance and deterrence.

It wasn’t possible for them to get too close to each other.

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And for ‘Shiraz,’ with her personality, it’s even less likely she would attend such a ball.

Mini filled his cup with fruit tea and asked curiously, “Master, are you going?”

Wu Heng picked up his cup and took a sip, “If they’re not going, we won’t go either.”

He didn’t want to get too close to them either, not to mention the 1,000 gold bounty on his own head.

Mini nodded, glanced at Andre Willow across from her, and said, “Exactly, what’s so interesting about their ball? Later, let Wei’er dance for you, the kind without clothes.”

“Really? Wei’er knows how to dance!”

Andre Willow wanted to refute Mini’s words, but seeing Wu Heng quite interested, she blushed slightly and nodded her head, “I can dance a bit, master. If you’d like to watch, I will dance for you.”

“Hmm, Wei’er knows so much.”

…

The next day, early morning.

Shanaela came over for breakfast early in the morning.

While eating breakfast, she talked about the ball at the Island Master’s Manor the day before.

Wu Heng hadn’t attended, but as the chairwoman of the merchant group that stayed on the island, Shanaela did attend the ball.

“Most of those who attended were representatives of the merchant groups that stayed on the island.”

While eating, Wu Heng asked curiously, “Does he have any particular purpose?”

“Occam used the ball to send a signal to the other merchant groups; he plans to clear the trade routes of pirates to ensure that the merchant groups can trade through Gold and Silver Island,” Shanaela looked at him and answered.

Clearing the trade routes of pirates.

It seems he’s taking out the other pirates now that he’s come ashore.

Mini asked, “So this Island Master, he’s a good person now?”

Shanaela shook her head, “Uncertain, but for now, his actions are beneficial to the merchant groups. All of them promised support at the ball, and when I came here, I saw many carriages heading to the manor, probably delivering money.”

“Wow, making money is so convenient; just say a few words and people will send you money.”

Shanaela smiled and said nothing further, her gaze returning to Wu Heng, who leaned back in his chair deep in thought, “The goods you ordered arrived last night, we’ll go to the port later to sign for them. If you need to order anything else, write it down in advance, and I’ll have someone get it for you.”

“Great!”

The goods have finally arrived.

Because of issues with the trade route, the transport took a bit longer this time.

Fortunately, it still arrived.

After breakfast, Wu Heng and Shanaela rode a carriage to the port.

They collected all the goods and ordered a large amount of food, weapons, and armor.

As for the weapons and armor, they switched to fine iron.

It was more expensive, but the quality was also better and more durable.

And the quantity ordered this time was twice that of the last.

“You are now our biggest client on Gold and Silver Island,” Shanaela remarked, somewhat emotionally, as she looked at the quantity on the order.

She thought she had found herself a little lover.

Now it seems she had found a sugar daddy.

Wu Heng paid the deposit, and a thought flashed through his mind, he asked, “Can I order a train from you?”

“Railroad train?”

“Yes, can it be custom-made?”

Shanaela frowned at him, “What do you need a train for?”

“I have a friend, he has a city, doesn’t he? It would be more convenient with a train.”

“That friend of yours, wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?”

“Can it be done?”

Shanaela handed the order to a butler standing by and continued speaking to Wu Heng, “I can put you in touch with the appropriate Mechanist institutions, but it will take a long time, one to two years to make, unless there’s no one ahead of you with a similar order. Otherwise, it will only be slower.”

Mechanists.

Professions similar to those in modern technology and mechanics.

“Then never mind, that’s too long,” Wu Heng decided to abandon the idea.

Rather than that, it’s more convenient and cost-saving to find a train in the modern world and modify it myself.

Shanaela sneered at him and said softly, “Take it slow.”

“Understood.”

“Then I’ll go check on the caravan first, and we can talk when I return in the evening.”

“Alright.” Shanaela, accompanied by the butler, left.

Wu Heng also returned to his own ship.

He opened the boundary door and sent all the purchased goods to another world.

Thanks to the Space Satchel, which couldn’t hold everything in its 100 cubic capacity,

it also sped up the transportation process.

There was no need for a large group of skeletons to move.

After just going back and forth three or four times, he had already completed the transportation of all materials.

This saved quite a bit of time.

After coming down from the ship, he called for a carriage and headed to the association on the way.

…

In Xi Ligui’s office.

“You’re looking for me?” Xi Ligui cast a curious glance.

“Just checking on you.” Wu Heng closed the door and sat down beside her.

Xi Ligui put the document she was holding aside, stood up, and poured him a cup of fruit tea. “See for yourself.”

Wu Heng took a sip and asked, “Do you know anything about ghosts?”

“Aren’t you the Necromancer?”

Wu Heng explained, “I started practicing midway and had to figure things out on my own, so there’s a lot I don’t understand.”

The Book of Necromancy did have some records.

After successfully contracting with a ghost, the necromantic energy on a Necromancer would nourish the ghost,

allowing it to be less prone to dispersal and to linger in the world for a longer time.

However, if one relies solely on their own necromantic energy for nourishment, the growth of the ghost is incredibly slow, and its abilities don’t change.

This was the case for both Xiao Xiao and Glenda.

Glenda had even learned the language and some of the script of another world, but her level still hadn’t changed.

It was the same with Xiao Xiao, who still struggled against Rangers’ Tamed Beasts.

The Book of Necromancy recorded only the methods for contracting and commanding but mentioned nothing about upgrading.

Since members of the Elf Race have long lives, they should know more.

So, I thought of asking Xi Ligui.

Xi Ligui stirred her tea with a silver spoon lost in thought before speaking, “I remember that places with a high concentration of necromantic energy are likely to produce ghosts, but most don’t possess much intelligence. If you want to contract a ghost, you might check out these places.”

She didn’t know that Wu Heng had a ghost.

Nobody here knew, indeed, he hadn’t told anyone.

“Once you get a ghost, how can you upgrade it?” Wu Heng followed up with another question.

“I’ve heard of some methods, though I’m not sure how accurate they are. I’ll tell them to you for your reference.”

“Okay!”

After taking a sip of tea, Xi Ligui said, “I know of two ways, one is for souls to devour one another, essentially absorbing the energy from the other to boost themselves, and the second is material sacrifice, offering materials to the ghost under contract can elevate its level or unlock other abilities.”

After glancing at Wu Heng across from her, she added, “Necromancers who don’t perform rituals or experiment with magic are, indeed, a rarity.”

Which was indeed the case.

“Well, I’m among that minority.”

Xi Ligui smiled, “You really should contract a ghost at some point; it would be a great help to you.”

“Yeah, they’re probably not easy to encounter.”

“Take it slow; you’ll meet one sooner or later,” Xi Ligui said.

Wu Heng nodded, showing he would keep this in mind.

Putting down her teacup, Xi Ligui spoke again, “In the few days we’ve been away, a significant incident occurred on Gold and Silver Island.”

Wu Heng leaned back on the sofa and asked, “What happened?”

Shiraz leaned forward and whispered, “You must know about the Old Barrel Tavern, right?”

“I do.”

Shiraz looked at him, leaning in closer, and said in a low voice, “I heard that one day, a riot broke out at the port, and Mackintosh from Old Barrel stepped in to mediate.

During the chaos of mourning the dead, a black snake crawled out from a corpse’s belly, and after just a few bites, Mackintosh fell unconscious, and it’s hard to say whether he’s alive now or not.”