Necromancers Are Frantically Stationing Troops In the Apocalypse Chapter 622

Chapter 622: Let's stop fighting!

Golden Sail Tavern.

The bard Saban stood on the wooden platform and vividly told the latest serialized story.

The place below was full of drinkers, and even the busy bartender stood aside, listening to the stories instead of receiving the guests.

Saban continued, "So, I took out my pocket watch and handed it to Wu Heng, with a bit of teasing in my tone: Well, don't you often say that any item leaves traces and you can identify the characteristics of the user? "This is my new watch. Let's see if you can find out the personality and habits of the original owner."

“Let me tell you here, a pocket watch is a timekeeping prop that can determine the time more accurately. There is a picture here, which is probably what it looks like.”

Saban said, and asked someone to draw a rough shape on a piece of wood according to the pattern on the newspaper.

Everyone nodded.

The story continues.

“Wu Heng took it and looked at the dial first, then opened the cover, looked at the parts inside, and then took out a magnifying glass to observe for a while.”

“Looking at his frustrated and busy look, I felt a sense of revengeful pleasure in my heart and concluded that he couldn't see anything.”

"'Although there are very few traces left, I still observed something.' Wu Heng squinted his eyes and leaned on the recliner and said, 'This watch belongs to your brother, and it was left by your father..., I conclude It is a relic from the previous generation. Most precious things are passed down to the eldest son, so it should belong to your brother. "

“I was a little surprised, but I nodded, 'yes'.”

"Your brother had a bohemian character...because he loved drinking, his life was miserable, and he eventually died of drinking."

“I jumped up suddenly and shouted: Wu Heng, you are not interested anymore. You have investigated my brother a long time ago and then used this method to tease me.”

"Wu Heng said flatly, 'I just made an inference based on observation and didn't investigate you. This is not polite.'"

“I couldn't help but ask, 'Tell me, how did you deduce it?'”

“Look, there are many scratches on this watch, which means that he often puts coins or keys with it. If he doesn't care about a pocket watch of high value, it means that he is not too bohemian.”

“There are still traces of the number recorded at the time of redemption, indicating that he was often in embarrassment. Wu Heng analyzed.”

“I nodded involuntarily.”

“Wu Heng went on to say, look at the inner cover for winding the watch. There are thousands of marks around the holes. …By the way, there are no watches made by drunkards that do not leave similar marks.”

“'I'm sorry, you are absolutely right.' I was surprised that his reasoning was so accurate and he apologized sincerely.”

"Why did you provoke him?" Someone slapped the table, "You knew the island owner could see it, but you took the initiative to send it up."

"You can't say that. I don't really believe it, so I want to test it."

“It's quite scary when you think about it. Anyone who has such a person next to him will be able to find out who he sleeps with at night.”

“I feel that he is more suitable for the prophet profession.”

“No, no, the prophet's combat ability is not very high. No matter how smart his brain is, he can't do it without combat ability. The necromancer is also suitable for him.”

"Don't talk, don't talk at all! Keep listening." One person stood up and helped maintain order.

Saban continued to speak.

The landlady sent a business card, it was a woman named "Merry Morstan".

Wu Heng and Watson received the lady.

Meili also began to talk about the problems she faced. She received a rare pearl anonymously on the same day every year for six years.

Her father disappeared mysteriously ten years ago.

Today, the person who sent the pearl asked to meet Meili.

For a while, Meili ran out of ideas and came to ask Wu Heng for help.

"Mr. Wu Heng, what do you think I should do? Meili asked with a frown."

“Go, we must go! Wu Heng answered seriously.”

“'Okay, I'll come back at six o'clock in the evening.' Miss Meili smiled quietly, said goodbye and left.”

"Wu Heng, who had just said goodbye to his guests and was still a little listless in the morning, was like a lion waking up, whistling happily and going out."

Speaking of which.

Saban's tone paused. Everyone in the audience also had a bad feeling.

“The following story will be serialized in the next issue…”

The drinkers reacted immediately.

“Holy shit, it ends like this again.”

“It's so uncomfortable to tell half of the story.”

“The last issue was about checking the dead, this time we're going to check who gave the pearls? Is this worthy of a story?”

“Who knows who the ghostwriter is? I'm going to break his hand.”

“Is it just the beginning, will there be deaths later?”

Association, Deacon's Study.

Sheila opened the door and walked in. She wiped her sweat and lowered the temperature of the air conditioner by two degrees.

This time a product exhibition was held on the island, with representatives from some business groups and royal dignitaries from various places.

They all also gathered on the island.

The island is very lively now, and the big and small taverns and hotels are full of people.

But the security work has also become busy, and now she, the deacon, has to go out on patrol sometimes.

The workload has more than doubled than before.

“I'm looking at the release of a new newspaper!” Sheela took off her armor and put away her space ring.

Shi Yali raised the newspaper in her hand and said, "I went to the city hall to buy it. The newspaper men at the intersection couldn't even buy it."

Xila Gui poured herself a glass of water and said: "Tell Wu Heng next time and ask him to put some newspapers in the association. Just say that as a website, it is convenient for us to read."

“Good idea.” Shi Yali's eyes lit up.

Sheila Gui sat down and took the handed newspaper, "Is it a new story?"

“The new story is a little different from the one I told last time,” Shi Yali said.

"What's different, a story?" Sheila Gui first looked at the information about various places posted above.

Treasure Island's intelligence network was gradually established.

Caravans traveling from various places will send some information from various places here.

We will select some information that can be confirmed and have no negative impact and be published.

As a deacon, Sheila Gui also needs to get some things through newspapers.

Shi Yali walked aside, made a cup of tea, and sent it to Xila Gui, "Wu Heng said last time that it was a royal scandal story, but it doesn't look like it now."

"It's just the beginning, how can it be so fast!" Sheela Gui said, and then added, "Maybe I am afraid that you will participate in some gambling games again, so I am deliberately telling nonsense."

Shi Yali frowned, "I'm not going, don't keep talking about it, as if I'm a gambler."

Sheila Gui stopped talking and began to read the following story.

Wait until you read it carefully.

He put the newspaper aside and said, "The writing style is the same as the previous story, and the location of the fragments is also the same, which makes people uncomfortable."

"Have you seen Meili in the story? Will there be another one coming?" Shi Yali raised her eyebrows and asked suddenly.

Sheila Gui was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"Kawina, Beni, and those little maids, none of them are here with you." Shi Yali said in a serious tone, "Sister, I'm a little worried for you."

Sheila Gui's heart moved.

Looking at the other person's smiling eyes, his face was stern and he said, "Work, name the position."

"Deacon Xilagui, if you don't fight for it, there will be more and more women around him." Shi Yali said along the way.

“I think you like him quite a bit too.” Sheila Gui asked back.

“Sisters, let's stop fighting!”

(End of this chapter)

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