The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse-Chapter 421 - 350, It’s Not My Fault

Chapter 421 -350, It’s Not My Fault

(A few changes were made at the end of the previous chapter, so brothers who follow up, take another look.)

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“It seems that this Gold and Silver Island is just so-so, bringing down a Vice-executive in no time,” the tattooed man rested one leg on a chair.

Inside the private room, a man dressed in a captain’s attire.

He wore a smile, occasionally twirling a thick ring on his index finger.

Looking at the other party, he said, “It’s just a suspension pending investigation, the rest is up to you.”

“Hmm, since I promised you, I will naturally take care of the matter,” the tattooed man nodded, leaning back and asking, “Where is the information?”

Handwritten materials were passed across from the other side.

He said, “He hasn’t been with the Association for a year, so his level shouldn’t be high, but be careful of the two Attendants by his side, they seem quite high-level.”

The tattooed man looked up at the man opposite and inquired, “Any background?”

“As far as we know, no significant background. He comes from a small town in the Yeko Kingdom, with naturally high talent.”

The tattooed man nodded, threw the materials back, and stood up saying, “Wait for my news.”

“Sure!”

At the doorway, the tattooed man turned back to remind, “Make sure the money is ready.”

“Of course, it’s not our first collaboration.”

The tattooed man opened the door and walked straight out.

…

In the office study.

After his own suspension, the study had been emptied.

But the key was still in Wu Heng’s hand; some things in this world weren’t managed all that strictly.

Wu Heng sat on the sofa, wearing headphones, eavesdropping through the installed bugs.

These devices had a certain distance limitation.

Not like radio waves, which can transmit normally over such long distances.

Through the headphones, he could hear the sounds of chairs being dragged, objects being moved.

It seemed like they were searching for something.

Then, conversations between ‘Kalemah’ and others followed, all ordinary talk, unrelated to what he wanted to eavesdrop on.

“How is it going? Found any clues?” Glenda floated nearby and asked.

“Nothing, they hardly spoke at all,” Wu Heng said.

Putting the bug in his room didn’t seem like the right place.

But such devices were somewhat large and hard to place on the person; his residence was the best location.

“Could it be unrelated to him?” Glenda speculated.

“Maybe, but I always feel there’s something off about him. We need to stay cautious.”

“Right.”

Wu Heng opened a boundary door, summoned a Skeleton Investigator, and placed it in a seat to continue monitoring the other party.

Everything, useful or not, was to be recorded.

After setting it up, he exited the room again.

He locked the door behind him.

…

Back at his residence.

Mini and Andre Willow were directing Skeletons to air out the bedding.

Both were maids in name, but most of the work was done by Skeletons, with Andre Willow serving as an assistant to the Association, and Mini acting as a housekeeper.

Hearing the door open, they both turned and saw Wu Heng return, greeting him with smiles from afar.

Mini ran over quickly, burrowing into his embrace, snuggling up, “Master, why did you go out so early in the morning? I didn’t even see you.”

“That’s because you were still in bed.”

Mini looked up to argue, “Not at all, I got up very early today.”

“When I came downstairs, you were sleeping soundly, and Wei’er was finally able to rest without getting up early, so I didn’t disturb you.”

“You’re so kind, Master!” Mini praised without reservation.

Andre Willow also came over and asked softly, “Master, any progress on the matter?”

Wu Heng shook his head, “Shiraz is leading the investigation, but so far, there’s no solid evidence.”

Andre Willow frowned slightly, “Vice-executive Shiraz will surely find the culprit.”

“Yes,” Wu Heng nodded.

Mini listened curiously beside them, and asked, “Who is Vice-executive Xi Ligui?”

“Another vice-executive of the association, from the Elf Race. She’s very beautiful!” Andre Willow replied.

“Who is more beautiful, her or Sister Shanaela?”

Andre Willow said, “They have different kinds of beauty. Vice-executive Shiraz looks younger, while Lady Shanaila has that mature kind of beauty.”

Mini, somewhat suspicious, glanced at Wu Heng, “Master, who do you think is more beautiful?”

“Both are beautiful. Elves are naturally good-looking.”

Mini continued to probe, “Are they more beautiful, or are Wei’er and I more beautiful?”

Andre Willow also looked up expectantly.

Wu Heng smiled and hugged the two of them tighter, “Both are beautiful, everyone has their own unique beauty.”

“What a way to dodge the question…” Mini complained somewhat dissatisfied.

Wu Heng patted her head, and said, “All are beautiful, but I prefer you two more.”

“Hehe, I knew it.” Mini hugged her waist and whined softly.

Annabel also showed a face full of joy, her cheeks flushed with red.

“Master, does the bedding in your room need airing out?” Andre Willow asked.

“Yeah, take them out for airing too!”

Andre Willow nodded, gave Mini’s bottom a firm smack, and said, “Stop clinging to the master, come upstairs with me to tidy the room.”

“Really now.” Mini rubbed her bottom, muttering as she followed upstairs.

Wu Heng then followed behind and said, “By the way, don’t go out these days. If you need to buy something, have ‘Sha Naila’ assist you with the purchase.”

“Oh, alright!” the two nodded.

Then they went to the fourth floor to tidy the bedroom.

Wu Heng, on the other hand, went to the third floor to the room where the radio was kept.

…

He picked up the Skeleton Investigator’s notebook and gave it a glance.

It already contained quite a bit of content.

‘Today brought up a Dread Croc Turtle over a meter long, they say this stuff is good for men, should I keep it for you to bring back, save you some worry for when you get older and your body isn’t working well.’

‘The Dread Croc Turtle’s gone, sold it to an old noble by the shore, I’ll dredge up another for you next time!’

‘Damn it, we’ve been attacked by Yeko’s fleet, those shits. We were just passing by, and they attacked us without a reason.’

‘Can’t stand this, I’m telling you, they attacked first, I’m just retaliating…’

‘…, docked at shore, restocking some supplies, got time to visit my mom.’

‘…’

‘Damnit, two stupid Pirate Groups started fighting, do pirates have poop for brains? They only know how to fight.’

Wu Heng skimmed through it.

Sure was a lot of content.

Though there’s no useful information, being attacked by the kingdom’s fleet, and pirate infighting, seems like a lot is happening.

Thinking it over, he still picked up the receiver and asked, “Philippa, are you there?”

“Eh! Why are you speaking at this time?” Philippa’s somewhat muted response came through the radio.

Wu Heng asked, “Is it inconvenient to speak now?”

Inside the radio.

After two high-pitched curses of ‘stupid bird’.

Philippa’s voice followed, “No, I was just lecturing the crew, if you’d spoken a moment earlier, they would’ve heard it.”

Wu Heng frowned and said, “Don’t let the crew into your room! It’s dangerous if someone discovers anything.”

“You haven’t had any news for a while, how was I supposed to know you’d suddenly speak up.” Philippa retorted, but then added, “Okay, I won’t let them in anymore, it won’t be good if they actually hear you speak.”

Wu Heng said, “There are so many cabins, arrange for a conference room. Big fleets all have separate meeting spaces and it looks more official.”

“Makes sense, I’ll have someone prepare one tomorrow.”

Wu Heng continued, “How’s everything on your side recently?”

“Not bad, plenty to eat and drink.”

Wu Heng leaned against the edge of the desk and asked, “You mentioned two Pirate Groups fighting, what happened?”

Philippa said, “The plan was to head out to sea with two Pirate Groups to see if we could spot any merchant convoys passing by, but yesterday they started fighting each other, even with casualties, which delayed things.”

“A feud, huh!”

“Nothing to do with me, eh. It’s ‘Babuzzi’s woman who hooked up with another pirate captain. I spoke out against it, feeling it unfair how humiliating it was to be a pirate and still so oppressed, and then they went at it that night.”