Necromancers Are Frantically Stationing Troops In The Apocalypse
/ Necromancers Are Frantically Stationing Troops In the Apocalypse Chapter 552
Chapter 552, the old king is dead (Updated today.)
“I thought it was dawn!”
"New lighting props? You actually put this kind of thing outside."
"These poles have been erected for the past few days. I thought they were going to hang some flags, but it turns out these are the ones."
"How many new things does this new island owner have?"
"Fried beans, Garlemma milk slices, dried fish, beer, champagne..."
People gathered outside were gradually attracted by the lights and gathered together.
A large number of skeletons began to patrol, causing some people who were restless to climb up to slide down obediently.
Everyone was curious about the effect of the lights, and they were also surprised that Treasure Island actually put such a thing outside for other people to use.
Props that can illuminate are nothing new.
But it still remains in scarce quantity and can only be used by some powerful people.
The caravan representatives living in the mansion in the central area were analyzing the types of magic props and the future development of Treasure Island.
Deacon's Residence, second floor window.
Sheila Gui was wearing a loose nightgown and stood in front of the window looking at the bright street outside the window.
At this time, the purpose of those poles erected on the street was also known.
"It's really unexpected. The Elf King City is not as spectacular as it is now." Shi Yali walked over from behind and sighed softly.
Sheela glanced sideways at her sister and said, "If you have seen him bomb hundreds of pirate ships and maybe light up a street, you won't be surprised."
"Did you know that he set up this kind of prop in the central area?" Shi Yali was confused.
"I don't know. He is the owner of the island. You don't need to tell me about the island's construction." Xila Gui replied calmly.
Shi Yali smiled and hugged her sister's shoulders, "If you don't pay close attention to him, what will you do if someone else takes the lead?"
"I think you should go back and find a man to marry!" Sheila Gui shook off the other party's arm.
"To be honest, I think he is more than level 12. He is already a rare genius among humans when he is appointed as the island master by the association at this age. As his level increases, his lifespan also increases, but he will not be so good-looking when he gets older." Shi Yali was minding her own business, muttering to the side.
Sheela's eyes widened and she looked at her in disbelief.
I didn't expect that I would consider it so far.
He really planned to hand her over to Wu Heng.
Shi Yali noticed the other person's gaze and said, "Why are you looking at me? If you don't take the initiative, what will happen if you are stared at by others in the future? Can you still be a bed maid like his little slaves?"
"Are you serious? You've only known him for a few days."
Shi Yali shrugged, "I can't help it. I'm the only sister who can handle life-saving kindness."
"Give yourself to him. What do you want me to do?"
"Are you willing? Then you'll cry to me desperately. I can't stand you."
Sheila Gui was silent for a moment, then turned around to pick up the armor and put it on.
"What are you doing in the middle of the night?" Shi Yali asked.
"I won't be able to talk to you when I go out on patrol." Sheila Gui said.
"I'll go with you. It seems to be quite lively outside." Shi Yali also put on her armor.
The two quarreled in a low voice while walking out of the residence.
The next day, Beacon Street.
The bard stood on a wooden box on the street, holding a notice in one hand and speaking loudly.
"The construction of street lights in the central area has been officially completed. The street lights can provide lighting for the roads, promote smooth traffic, facilitate night patrols, and reduce the chance of crime at night."
Everyone whispered, it turns out that kind of thing is called a street lamp.
The name is simple and easy to remember.
The bard continued loudly.
"This kind of street lamp is not only exclusive to the nobles in the central area. The island owner promises that it will also be gradually installed on Beacon Street and various residential areas. By then, all residents will experience the convenience of this magic prop. ”
"At the same time, patrols will be stepped up on the island to prevent any possible violence. Anyone who attempts to endanger the lives and property of the islanders will be targeted by the guards to arrest and kill."
“The third point is the construction of the island and the patrolling of route safety. Treasure Island will form a **** fleet to **** all caravans going to Treasure Island and create a good business environment for caravans from all over the world. "
"May we all work together to create a happy and beautiful home."
After the words fell, the audience remained quiet.
Will this kind of prop be provided to ordinary residents?
The island owner wrote a report to ordinary residents?
this….
It seems different from before.
“The island owner said, let's build our home together!”
Wow~!
The whole place instantly boiled, and everyone started talking.
Tavern private room.
"What? He wants to erect these street lights on Beacon Street and the port?" A caravan representative paused in his movements and looked at the person who had just entered in confusion.
"Yes! News this morning, a leaflet distributed by the Island Lord's Mansion." Another representative raised the leaflet in his hand.
"real?"
"It is clearly written in the propaganda that some bards are also reading out this matter. Everything has been said. How could it be false?" The other party took a sip of wine and continued, "It also said that the fleet was to be formed in Route **** and create a good shipping environment.”
this….
Last night, the central area was as bright as day and lasted all night.
It disappeared in the early morning.
Everyone was surprised and sighed at the island owner's courage and the magic of the new props.
Today, the entire Beacon Street and port are equipped with such props, and the shipping routes are also escorted.
This is different from last night.
If this kind of thing can really be implemented, the entire island will be able to dock day and night, even at night.
Several people were silent and read the flyers one after another.
One person stood up and said, "If you have something to do, go back first. Let's get together tomorrow."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Another person also stood up and said: "I also want to tell the business group about this. Let's get together next time."
As he spoke, the others also reacted.
They all got up and left.
association.
Shi Yali frowned and looked at her sister.
"He really came from a small place? Did he lie to you?"
Sheila Gui put the flyer aside and said, "It is written in the association materials that there is time to sign with the local deacon. How can it be fake!"
"Then where did he get all these weird props?"
Xilagui suddenly remembered, "He said it was something from his hometown. Due to some changes, he came here."
Shi Yali sat aside, tilting her chin and thinking for a moment, "Then he must be a member of the royal family. His tone and spirit of speaking are not like ordinary people, so be optimistic about him."
Sheila Gui glared at her, picked up the flyer and read it again.
The island owner's estate.
Notices were distributed throughout the morning.
Wu Heng watched his fame gradually grow.
[Fame: Level 18 (9117/48000)]
Since the street lights started to light up last night, Wu Heng's reputation has gradually increased, and today it increased to more than 9,100 during the day. Almost two thousand reputation points have been added, and it is still improving slowly.
Throughout Treasure Island, all the islanders knew that they had become the owners of the island.
In this case, it is still improving.
It seems that fame is not just about letting everyone know you. The level of recognition should also be counted in fame.
This is also a good thing for Wu Heng.
You can continue to gain reputation points by improving management locations in both worlds.
"The direction of Treasure Island is to develop according to modernization, post more notices, and accumulate reputation." Wu Heng thought.
If the notice is effective, then the idea of the newspaper will definitely be effective. If it is sold, the price should not be too high and everyone should be able to afford it.
The content shouldn't be too boring. It should mainly promote some things about Treasure Island and yourself. It's best to also serialize some comics and novels so that they have to buy them.
"One Piece is not good. They are just like Yuri. It will be difficult to become a pirate after reading it. Then ask Minnie and the others what kind of comics they like."
At that time, newspapers will also be sent to various places through caravans. If you don't believe that your reputation will not increase at all.
"If you don't believe it, your reputation is not up to standard and you can't become a hero."
After Wu Heng thought about it, he stood up and walked out of the room.
"Minnie!" Wu Heng came downstairs and shouted softly.
In the courtyard, Minnie and two other maids were feeding the flying dragon in the iron cage.
Feilong, who was originally seriously injured, has recovered and feels two times fatter than before.
The food at the Island Lord's Mansion is really...
You can make me fat no matter what you feed me.
Minnie gave the dragon-feeding basin to Annette, wiped her hands, and ran in quickly, "Master, do you want something to eat?"
"No, you can't always eat it." Wu Heng sat down and said, "I am planning to set up a newspaper. Do you think it is better to serialize some comics or novels?"
"What is a newspaper office?" Minnie's eyes widened.
"It is a kind of newspaper distributed to the outside world, which will publish some events or the situation of various countries. In a corner, there will be serial comics or novels."
Minnie pondered for a moment and said in a low voice: "Master, a page of dialogue and stories in a comic takes up a lot of space. I feel that a novel is more suitable."
Oops, Minnie was right.
The serialization of stories must also be coherent and have a certain storytelling quality.
Although cartoons are very expressive, there is not enough space in the corner of the newspaper for pictures and dialogues.
You can't just cut out a page from a comic book and send it out, it won't be turned into a story.
"What you said makes sense." Wu Heng agreed.
Minnie smiled and said, "This is what I feel. Whether it suits you or not depends on you."
"As for novels, what type of novels do you think is suitable for the current market?" Wu Heng asked again.
Minnie has never read novels about the modern world.
The main themes are comic strips, and even though Minnie has learned some Chinese characters on her own, she can still read them clearly.
But the novel is a bit difficult. It's so densely packed with words that it's hard to understand.
Minnie frowned and thought for a moment, "Women like to read some love stories between princes, princesses, or nobles. The more popular ones are the adventure stories of the teams published by the association."
This is similar to modern novels.
The female market likes romance genres, while men are passionate and adventurous.
Wu Heng nodded, "I understand, I will choose one when the time comes."
"Uh-huh."
The two chatted about newspapers for a while.
Minnie went out and continued to feed the flying dragon with others, and Wu Heng took the skeleton to the power plant to check the situation.
The entire power plant is like a protected fortress.
On the wall are guarded skeletons, complete with rifles and machine guns.
Inside the hospital, there are well-trained skeletons who are proficient in power plants and are running the entire power plant.
In fact, power plants do not necessarily need to be guarded in this way.
But this world is different. Power generation is a novel thing. If you don't keep it, there will always be curious smart people coming to make trouble.
Just like last night, a lot of people were caught climbing telephone poles to see why they were glowing.
After confirming that there are no problems and that it is fully operational.
Return to your residence.
It was already noon when Wu Heng returned to the manor.
He took another look at his reputation.
[Fame: Level 18 (12217/48000)]
The effect of the leaflet is still very good. After one morning, the number has exceeded 10,000.
Now it seems that the growth rate is not that slow.
Follow-up newspapers will be distributed to various places. If you promote yourself more, the effect will definitely be better.
When Wu Heng frowned and thought.
Minnie came down from upstairs and said, "Master, in the radio room, Sister Wen Mansha has replied to your message."
"Okay." Wu Heng stood up and walked directly upstairs.
The last time I contacted him was when I just came back from Luntam City.
Climb all the way to the third floor and enter the room inside the radio station.
He picked up the record book with the location of Wen Mansha's radio station and looked at it.
The handwriting is not dry yet, it must have just been written down.
"Under the coordination of the orc shaman, we have several mineral agreements in hand that have been negotiated with various tribes and can be mined immediately."
"Promising more positions for orcs has become a popular thing. I heard that many orc tribe leaders have gone to find shamans. Some of them even sent me fine furs and gems. Who said orcs are better? To be honest, I know how to give money and gifts."
"In the past few days, a large number of Yeko Kingdom residents have poured into Luntam City. At first, they thought they were enemies who had arranged to enter the city. After some investigation, it was found that they were just ordinary residents and some businessmen and nobles who came to Luntam with their assets. I have purchased a property in Mu City and seem to be planning to settle down.”
Wu Heng took a look and saw that the matter of the Shaman Mine was something he had discussed with the orc shaman in Luntam City.
It's only been decided now, and it doesn't seem as simple as it was initially said.
A large number of residents of the Kingdom of Yeko appeared in Luntam City.
In the Yeke Kingdom, the port of Netale City has already been closed.
Pick up the phone.
Wu Heng said: "Wen Mansha, can you hear me?"
A somewhat delighted voice came from the other side, "Master, I can hear you."
Hearing this voice, Wu Heng also felt a sense of longing in his heart and asked: "How is your health? How is the baby?"
Wen Mansha's voice was filled with a smile, "Everything is fine. Don't worry. It's just that the milk supply has been abundant recently and you are not here."
"What are you talking about? It's like I want to eat it."
"When the baby comes out, there will be no owner."
"I can still fight with the child."
"Hehe!" Wen Mansha laughed softly.
Wu Heng continued to ask: "What's going on with a large number of residents of Yeko Kingdom going to Luntam City?"
Wen Mansha's voice also became serious, "Some powerful people came over with money and bought properties and shops. Others came in and formed several new gangs to compete with local gangs for territory, and many people died."
"Have you found out why they gathered in Luntam City?"
Wen Mansha paused and said, "It seems that the old king is dead."
(End of chapter)
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