Necromancers Are Frantically Stationing Troops In the Apocalypse Chapter 623

Chapter 623, somewhat familiar

Beacon Street.

All the taverns were surrounded by people.

There are also many bards on the streets everywhere, standing on wooden boxes, stone bricks, or simple stages, reading loudly the stories in the newspapers.

The whole street was overcrowded.

The island seems to be enveloped in a literary atmosphere.

Those dignitaries who came to gold and silver for the first time.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I felt unspeakable surprise.

The whole island felt like it was a festival, and everyone's emotions were aroused.

It's just because of the newspapers that cannot be distributed.

"I found out. The newspaper is published by the island owner's mansion. It is published every seven days. In addition to publishing some information from various places, it mainly contains serialized detective stories. I heard that the stories are written based on the island owner's personal experience. On the island Very popular." One of the attendants said softly after returning from inquiring about the information.

The several dignitaries gathered together also frowned.

“You mean, this happens every 7 days?”

The attendant shook his head, "I heard that the first few issues were released in three or five days."

Everyone looked at the crowd with their eyes widened.

“I know about the newspaper. Our caravan has sold it to other countries, but the effect was average. I didn't expect it to be so popular on the island.”

“Didn't you say this is a pirate island? Why do you like to read this kind of book?”

“This island owner is really powerful. The island has changed a lot.”

“I heard that you can still buy the first issue of the story at the city hall. Let's go and take a look. I want to see what experiences he has had before.”

“Let's go, let's go together.”

The island lord's mansion.

Wu Heng was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard, holding a blueprint in his hand.

On the opposite side is an open crack and a stone door.

In the stone gate, parts are created out of thin air, and then continue to form new parts to form larger parts.

Even if you look at it being generated out of thin air, it is quite complicated.

If I hadn't been comparing it to the drawings, page by page, I wouldn't even know where I'd gotten it.

“I hope it will succeed.” Wu Heng said.

In order to use the electromagnetic gun, I canceled all the forts and hiding holes that I had built, and the previous combat effects were no longer available.

Now it's more like a large warehouse.

If it is unsuccessful or cannot achieve the expected results, then you will really have wasted so much energy and time.

The parts were being spliced here, and three ghosts flew back one after another.

“Uncle is building blocks. Build me a castle!” Xiaoxiao said from one side.

“How about fighting weapons, modern high technology!” Wu Heng patted the drawing in his hand, and then asked, “How is the effect of this issue?”

“It's almost the same as before, the tavern is full of people.” Xiaoxiao replied.

Beni also said, "We are all guessing what the plot will be like!"

Wu Heng looked at Glenda, "Glenda, as an author, haven't you done some research?"

Glenda came back to her senses as if in a trance, "Yes, it's the same reaction as before. The number of words in the beginning of the story is limited, and the murder will appear later."

Wu Heng gave her a strange look, nodded and said: "As long as the effect is good, you can go and do your work. There have been a lot of people on the island recently, and there may be some with higher levels. When you go out to play, be careful."

“Okay.” Xiaoxiao agreed, “Sister Beni, let's go watch a movie.”

Benny nodded and flew towards the study.

Wu Heng looked at Glenda, "Glenda, what's wrong with you?"

Granda hesitated for a moment, and then said: "When I went out, I saw a very familiar figure from behind, but disappeared in the blink of an eye. Maybe I thought too much about the past two days while talking about the past."

Yesterday, Wu Heng inquired about his husband in detail. Whether to the outside world or to myself, all this has passed, and life is very good now.

You can read books and write stories. My husband rejects writing stories, and it is also extremely popular on the island.

Of course, the welcome may not be so positive.

However, after mentioning it again last night, I could no longer calm down. I could always imagine myself being dragged into the basement and watching the other party knock over the oil lamp.

The pungent smell of oil enveloped the entire basement, and then a fire filled the room.

His husband was blocked at the top of the stairs, watching her struggle for help and watching her being swallowed up by the fire little by little.

“Are you sure it's him?” Wu Heng asked with a frown.

Glenda thought about it seriously, "Maybe not. He doesn't have your abilities, and he won't live for long. Maybe it's just his back and figure."

Wu Heng said: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. When this exhibition is over, we will go find him."

"Actually..., it doesn't matter whether you can find it or not." Granda said.

“There must be a result. Give yourself an explanation and leave the rest to me.” Wu Heng promised.

Glenda smiled, "Okay."

“Come, let me hug you!” Wu Heng opened his arms.

“If you are sick, ghosts will also tease you.”

Glenda flew down and was surrounded by void.

Association, door.

The old man, dressed in straight aristocratic clothing, slowly stepped out of the carriage.

This journey has been difficult.

From time to time, the road would be blocked, waiting for the carriage to squeeze through the crowd before it could move forward slowly.

I'm afraid it's not much faster than walking.

He looked around and walked directly into the hall with his attendants.

After asking the staff, he walked directly to the subdeacon's study.

Knock lightly on the door and hear the response.

He smiled and walked in directly.

Behind the desk, Deputy Deacon Skeeter was reading the newspaper in his hand. He frowned and glanced at the figure who came in. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Mr. Magnoro, I almost didn't recognize you."

The old 'Magnolo' showed a gentle smile and gave a noble salute, “Deacon Skeeter.”

Skeeter put down the newspaper, immediately stood up and walked out, "Sit down quickly, let's not be so polite."

Magnoro straightened up and sat down beside him, and Archdeacon Skeeter also sat opposite.

“Mr. Magnoro, are you here for the exhibition?” Skeeter asked.

Magnoro nodded, "The owner of Wuheng Island is a young talent and is valued by the association. The Chamber of Commerce asked me to represent him in the exhibition and to build closer relationships."

“Is this coming back from the island owner?” Skeeter asked.

“He who has not gone over yet, came here first.”

Skeeter was stunned, "Magnoro, that's too polite!"

Logically speaking, you should go to the island owner first, and then visit your friends after finishing your business.

Magnoro smiled and said: "I do want to visit the island owner, but I am not familiar with the island owner of Wuheng. I want to ask the deputy deacon about his preferences or give him something to express his feelings."

Skeeter also realized that he was here to get information.

"Actually..., I haven't had much contact with the owner of Wuheng Island. Why don't I introduce you to the deacon, who is more familiar with her."

"This is too troublesome." Magnoro shook his head, "I'll just ask."

Leaned forward, "I heard that the owner of Wuheng Island was a captain in Luntam City. Is this true?"

(End of this chapter)

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