Necromancers Are Frantically Stationing Troops In The Apocalypse
/ Necromancers Are Frantically Stationing Troops In the Apocalypse Chapter 561
Chapter 561, they have no money
"Wu Heng? Isn't this the name of the island owner?"
"The looks match up, so he is the one I should talk about."
"Are you writing your own story?"
The bard's narration was interrupted by sudden comments from the drinkers.
The bard on the stage just looked at the discussion of the drinkers below with a smile, and was very satisfied with the surprised reaction.
When he saw this story, he had the same reaction.
"Shut up!" Someone stood up and shouted, then looked at the stage, "Keep talking, I want to hear what story is told in this newspaper."
The drinkers gradually became quiet, waiting for the next story.
The bard took another sip of water and continued his story.
In the later story, Watson and Wu Heng rented a house on Baker Street together, and through Watson's perspective, Wu Heng's character traits in the story were revealed.
He is silent and lives a regular life. He often stays in the anatomy room and laboratory for a whole day, and he likes knowledge in other fields.
"The story should be written in his early days, before he changed jobs!"
"When I was young, I loved dissecting corpses so much. I guess my original idea was to be a coroner."
"Some conservative families want their family members to switch to civilian jobs."
"The current Necromancer is also suitable for him. It is rare for him to become the island master at such a young age."
Following the narration, there was also a low-pitched discussion below.
The bard continued. In the conversation between the two, Wu Heng in the book mentioned that he was a detective.
And during questioning with Watson, he easily guessed that the person who delivered the message was once a member of the kingdom's light infantry.
Everyone in the audience frowned slightly.
The word detective is a bit unfamiliar, but after listening to the following conversation, I also learned about the specific profession of a detective.
A status similar to that of a case investigator.
Just now I felt that the other party planned to become the coroner.
Now I feel like my original career direction was as an investigator.
The story continues.
It was hard for Watson to believe that the other person could deduce the other person's identity just by looking at him a few times.
Then, an idea flashed in Watson's mind. Perhaps the whole thing had been arranged by him in advance, and the purpose was just to dazzle him.
Watson questioned Wu Heng's guess.
Wu Heng explained with a smile that the man who delivered the message had calluses on his hands and a sword and flag tattooed on his wrist. His behavior also revealed the temperament of an infantryman, as well as his tone of voice and the way he stood with his head held high, which made me believe it. He had served in the army, and the markings on his hand indicated that he was from the light infantry.
The drinkers raised their eyebrows slightly when they heard this.
"So that's it."
"really…!"
Even if you know that this is a plot in the story, it may not really be the case at the time.
But this reasoning is also well-founded.
What's more, the judgments in this world are rough, and everything can be explained based on physical characteristics, posture, and tone of voice.
It's already very exciting.
Watson couldn't help but admire, and Wu Heng threw the letter in front of him.
Watson picked up the letter and began to say: A murder occurred on Lauriston Garden Street, and Wu Heng was invited to investigate.
So much for that.
The bard stopped talking and took a drink from the tea cup again.
It was quiet below, everyone was waiting silently.
Time passed little by little, and seeing that the bard still didn't speak, someone shouted: "Keep talking, you can't finish drinking."
"That's right, are you a turtle? You're so excited to drink water."
The bard took another sip and said: "That's it. That's it. The story ends here. There is also the last paragraph. The follow-up story will be serialized in the next issue. In other words, the following content will have to wait for the next issue of the newspaper."
"Damn, this thing has its own issues."
“I talked a lot of nonsense earlier, but it's considered a case and it's gone.”
"What a tatty newspaper, why did it stop here?"
Everyone cursed and vented their anger.
The story is stuck here, always giving people an uncomfortable feeling of neither getting up nor getting down.
If not, this was still on the island, and I would have wanted to scold the island owner outside.
Or don't send it, otherwise it will be stuck in paragraphs.
After a while of complaints and curses.
Everyone became quiet again, began to drink and eat, and continued to discuss the story just now.
"Wu Heng has such a strong sense of observation. Taking the path of a mage is indeed suitable for him." "The last time a group of pirates attacked Treasure Island, he guessed it. Otherwise, Imiro wouldn't be able to stop him on the island." Many pirates.”
"What do you think he did by writing this in the newspaper?"
"Maybe he wants everyone to know more about him. Many people on the island question his profession."
"I used to like to dissect corpses and beat them with wooden sticks. No matter how I looked at them, I became even more perverted."
"Necromancers are like this..."
The second floor of the tavern.
A window facing the hall was opened, and there were faint eyes looking down.
McIntosh took a sip from his glass.
Somewhat surprised, the other party would publish his story in the newspaper.
It will be so detailed.
Of course, the content of the story is still somewhat questionable.
If one could really infer a person's occupation and intentions just by looking at him, Wu Heng wouldn't have had to go to the Old Barrel Tavern to buy information before.
Now he has found himself again and continues to help him collect information on the island.
Dong Dong~!
There was a knock on the door, and a strong man walked in.
"Sister, I bought the newspaper for 65 coppers." Someone handed the newspaper over.
McIntosh took it and looked again carefully.
The subordinate said: "He is quite narcissistic and published his story."
McIntosh smiled and said: "At such a young age, being promoted from an ordinary member to the position of island leader within a year would make anyone else feel narcissistic."
"That's right! Fortunately, I listened to my eldest sister and didn't have any conflicts with him."
McIntosh didn't answer, still looking at the newspaper.
After listening to the story, there is actually nothing special about it.
But the Wu Heng she knew was not such a flamboyant person. He always had to disguise himself when going out. Why did he suddenly publish such a story.
The series will continue later...
What's the purpose of doing this?
McIntosh didn't think that a person who could sit in the position of the island owner would publish his experience out of narcissism.
Hero creation?
An idea suddenly flashed through her mind.
She has now reached level 15 and is preparing for hero creation.
And Wu Heng did this.
The reason she could think of was hero creation.
"Sister, we have already made an agreement with the fleet, and we can leave with the ship in the afternoon." Another person opened the door and walked in.
McIntosh placed the newspaper on the table.
Said: "Go and tell the fleet that we are not leaving and will stay for a few more days."
His subordinates were stunned for a moment and immediately agreed, "Okay."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
McIntosh looked downstairs again and put the newspaper into the space ring.
Association, Deacon's Study.
Shi Yali opened the door and handed the newspaper in her hand to Silla Gui, "Look at this. Someone sells it on the roadside. It's called a newspaper."
Xila Gui took it and looked at it. The big characters at the top said 'Gold and Silver Express'.
It should be the newspaper Wu Heng mentioned to himself some time ago.
"He really got this thing out."
Shi Yali was making tea at the side and said, "Look at the story below. Is it the same as his previous experience? Was he so powerful in the first place?"
Sheila Gui looked at the content below and frowned.
"I don't know, but he did come from the Kingdom of Yeko. He only got the career scroll last year. Why did he post this story?"
Shi Yali turned her head and looked over, "I feel like you're not good enough for him."
The island owner's mansion.
Wu Heng saw that his reputation had increased by about a few hundred points.
Granda flew back first, "Not many people buy newspapers. I think we can send some to the association and the city hall, and let people there buy some and take the lead in buying."
While talking, Xiaoxiao also flew back.
He shouted: "Uncle, they say only fools spend money to buy newspapers!"
"Xiaoxiao, be polite, your uncle has a bad heart."
“They don't have money….”
(End of chapter)
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