The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 494: Chapter 407, Someone Died

He returned to the study.

Andre Willow was grooming the feathers of her owl.

Looking back, she smiled and said, “Master.”

“Wei’er, go see if Cavina is in the lounge?”

“Okay, Master.”

Andre Willow got up and left, and when she came back, Cavina was with her, wearing new protective gear.

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The equipment on her was clearly a notch above what she had before.

It seemed that the rewards had also been distributed to her.

For missions like the one to the Pirate Village, the rewards for the accompanying squad are different from those for a vice-executive, in the absence of any special performance.

On record, they would be noted as second-class merits, and the rewards would be slightly lower.

Issued at a third-class level.

After all, accompanying missions are not normal apprehension tasks.

Even so, for an ordinary squad, the choice of six third-class items is still a significant income.

“Looking for me?” Cavina’s state was much better than when she first arrived.

She also spoke with a smile.

Wu Heng asked, “Do you have any tasks at hand?”

“No, I just got back to the association,” she replied.

Wu Heng said straightaway, “Tomorrow morning, have your squad assemble at the door; we’re going to investigate a case.”

“Okay, do we need to prepare anything?”

Wu Heng thought for a moment, “No need, it’s just something on the island; if there’s a need, we can come back in time.”

“Hmm, okay!” Xi Ligui nodded.

After leaving the study, Wu Heng also packed up a bit.

He instructed Andre Willow to head home early and called a horse-drawn carriage to return to his residence.

…

He pushed open the courtyard gate.

And saw Mini training her superpower in the courtyard.

Fireballs were thrown one after another, exploding on a stone pier in the distance.

Scattered flames spread all around.

Unlike at the beginning, when she couldn’t release them or throw them at all, she was gradually becoming proficient in their use.

Not to mention more difficult control, the simple aggregation of fireballs and then hurling them out, was still no problem.

Seeing Wu Heng come in, Mini jumped and waved, “Master.”

“Hmm, keep practicing, but don’t get too tired.”

“Okay.”

Wu Heng first went to the Bomb Man’s bomb laboratory, where some gunpowder and alchemy powder were laid out on the table.

The Bomb Man Skeleton was in the process of making rolling thunders.

Wu Heng walked over to a side cabinet with several finished rolling thunders on it.

[Poison Smoke Thunder] [Wind Fire Thunder].

Poison Smoke Thunder was more common, seen in towns, and probably not too difficult to make.

Wind Fire Thunder was a somewhat higher-grade rolling thunder, with exaggerated effects.

Wu Heng put them all into the Space Ring.

He then walked out of the room and returned to his home.

…

When night fell,

Wu Heng stood on the fourth floor corridor, supporting ‘Sha Naila’ in her light blue nightgown as she descended step by step.

She moved stealthily, like a novice thief.

“Your two little maids haven’t been clinging to you?” Sha Naila smoothed her skirt.

Wu Heng picked her up by her waist and while walking towards the bedroom said, “Tonight it’s your turn to cling to me.”

Sha Naila opened her mouth and gave him a light bite on the chest, “I’ll leave a mark, see how you’ll explain it later.”

It wasn’t painful, just ticklish.

“Then I’ll just confess and involve you, and from then on you can come over openly and aboveboard.”

Sha Naila’s enthusiasm dimmed slightly, “I’m not ready for that yet, maybe some other time.”

The bedroom door opened.

Sha Naila’s clothes fell away, and she lay back on the bed.

Wu Heng nibbled gently along her neck, giving her waves of pleasure.

Then their bodies embraced, enjoying the warmth and closeness each brought the other.

Sha Naila placed her hands against his chest, and as she moaned softly, she intermittently asked, “Why has the port been so chaotic lately?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Saw several groups of workers brawling, delayed quite a few ships from departing.” Shanaela spoke softly.

“There’s been some problem with the forces in charge of the port workers.”

Shanaela nodded, “Send your people to check it out, maintain some order.”

“Got it, I’ll go tomorrow.”

A thin blanket covered the two of them, and they said no more.

Concentrating on the work at hand.

…

Lighthouse Street, Old Barrel Tavern.

The carriage stopped in front of the tavern.

Wu Heng, along with several members of the Eleventh Team, alighted from the carriage and looked toward the closed shop.

It was early morning, and the torches nearby still glowed faintly.

At the tavern’s entrance, there stood five or six burly, strong men.

Scanning the carriage, they said with an unfriendly gaze, “The tavern’s not open for business, find somewhere else.”

“Association’s Eleventh Team.” Cavina flashed her emblem, “The Association sent us to help investigate the situation here, go and report to your leader.”

Hearing it was someone from the Association.

The coldness in their eyes tempered slightly, one of them said, “Wait a moment.”

Then turned and headed inside.

Shortly after, he returned with another bald strong man.

This man was known to Wu Heng, a confidant of Mackintosh’s, who had passed messages to him a few times before.

Baldy scanned the Association’s members, and his gaze settled on Wu Heng.

He stepped forward, “Sir.”

The few guarding the door did not expect such respect towards the man behind, clearly he was not just an ordinary member of the Association.

They followed suit with a slight bow.

“How are things now?”

Baldy sighed, “The situation is not too good.”

In the midst of their conversation.

Footsteps echoed from the other side of the street.

A man rode by on horseback, followed by a squad of silver-armored guards, walking briskly over.

This attire was the same as the Guard Team that accompanied the Island Master upon his return last time.

Baldy’s brows furrowed slightly and he quickly stepped forward to pay his respects, “Commander Fulvio.”

The commander atop the horse spared him a glance, nodded, and then shifted his attention to the group in front.

“Who are these people? If they’re related to the port incident, seize them for questioning.”

Rustle~!

The guards behind him stirred to action.

Baldy, wiping sweat from his brow, hurriedly said, “Commander, Commander, they are from the Association, here to help us with the investigation.”

“Association?” The commander gestured for the Guard Team to hold back, still looking at the group, “I’ve never seen you before, are you new?”

Wu Heng didn’t bother with him and said to Baldy, “Take us to see your leader.”

“Damn, quite the temper,” the commander snorted coldly, “You’re lucky you’ve been pardoned, otherwise your ass would be in bloom.”

Cavina gripped the hilt of her sword, also giving him a glance, “You’re the one who should feel lucky.”

“Damn, little lady, I have no interest in you.”

Seeing the atmosphere between the two parties getting tenser, Baldy, fearing trouble, pushed open the tavern door and said, “Lords, let’s talk inside.”

With that, he led the group in.

Both parties ceased their quarreling, focusing on the matter at hand, and entered the tavern.

…

The inside of the tavern was dead silent.

In the corner, they could see several seated figures.

Upon entering, Wu Heng and his group scanned the room.

Baldy immediately said, “Please, this way, lords, seeing for yourself will make things clear.”

The group followed behind him.

Descending the stone staircase, they went through the cellar and entered an underground space.

Through the final door.

Upon seeing the scene before them, everyone’s pupils constricted slightly.

In the middle before them, a coffin was placed.

Mackintosh was dead?