The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse-Chapter 561 - 460 No Need for Wenshi (One more update

Chapter 561 -460, No Need for Wenshi (One more update today.)_2

Chapter 561 -460, No Need for Wenshi (One more update today.)_2

Lady Shanaira replied, “Whether Imilo looks up to Gold and Silver Island or not, even if he wishes to become the Island Master, after this event passes and Wu Heng gets transferred elsewhere as a Steward, the island will lose a strong figure. If Wu Heng becomes the Island Master, he won’t be transferred and Gold and Silver Island will have two strong figures in charge.”

The middle-aged man’s tone caught, and he said no more.

Everyone contemplated for a moment.

Then they began to state their positions one after another.

“Alright, I agree with Lady Shanaira’s suggestion, count me in for the nomination,” one stated.

“I concur as well,” another one followed, “but should he truly end up in the position of Island Master, let’s not be forgotten.”

“I also agree with this proposal,” chimed another.

Most people spoke up, in agreement with Shanaira’s suggestion.

After all, nominating someone does not bring any loss to their side.

The other party’s argument was indeed quite persuasive.

Lady Shanaira glanced at the Chamber of Commerce representatives who had not yet taken a stance.

She continued, “Once he really becomes Island Master, the Chambers of Commerce that signed the nomination letter will be afforded at least three years of trade tax exemption, which should be enough for everyone to make a profit.”

With these words,

even more people agreed and signed their names.

Lady Shanaira checked the nomination letter, confirming there were no issues, and handed it over to the butler standing by.

“Send this to the association, and say that all Chambers of Commerce nominate ‘Vice-executive Wu Heng’ to become the Island Master,” she instructed.

“Yes, Madam,” the servant replied.

…

At his residence, in the study.

After returning from the Zombie World,

Wu Heng sat in front of the desk and began to rethink the subsequent issues.

Following the death of ‘Occam,’ the Island Master of Gold and Silver Island, the crisis on the island as well as the blank envelope issue had both been resolved.

The only surprise was the person who controlled the talking skull after ‘Occam’s death.

From the tone of the other party’s speech, they had been involved in this event but were not one of the pirates.

“It depends on what clues Imilo has,” he thought.

The second point concerned the post-management work of Gold and Silver Island.

If Occam’s body was needed by the association for a Wenshi, it would mean the loss of an 18-level Skeleton.

However, Wenshi has its advantages, as it could reveal if others were involved behind the scenes.

Regarding the two Special Items obtained,

the association generally does not force members to surrender their spoils of war, but both items have rather unique effects, and it wouldn’t be surprising if they were reclaimed.

Especially the ‘Emerald Sand Table,’ which serves as a strategic map within the Emerald Sea.

Whoever possesses it has control over the movements of all ships within the sea area.

It’s virtually a divine artifact.

The matter of Special Items must be kept secret. If it’s not mentioned, the likelihood of the association inquiring is low.

It would be better to use them after some time has passed.

He sat in the study for a while.

Knock, knock, knock~!

The sound of knocking came, followed by Mini’s voice, “Master, dinner is ready.”

“Mm, I’ll come down right away,” he replied.

Wu Heng got up and left the study.

As he descended to the first floor, he saw five women already seated at the dining table.

Apart from his maidservants, there sat Lady Shanaira, in full evening dress. She revealed a smile at the sight of him coming down, her tone unfriendly.

“It seems we have more people here,” she noted.

Ah….

Wu Heng said, “Philippa is my informant planted among the pirates; I’ve caught many based on her intelligence.”

Mm, Mini told me,” she acknowledged.

Wu Heng didn’t delve further and called out, “Sit down and let’s eat!”

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The group took their seats around the dining table.

Wu Heng and Lady Shanaira chatted about various matters concerning the island.

Philippa, while stuffing food into her mouth, nudged Mini and whispered, “Our lady?”

According to the level stipulated in the contract,

Philippa and Mini were ranked as maidservants, with the female master taking the title of ‘Madam.’

“Lady Shanaira is the head of Starflower, hmm…, and is… the Master’s lover,” Mini explained.

Philippa glanced towards the Wood Elf sitting across, her eyes showing surprise.

Having been a pirate, she was naturally aware of Starflower, the largest trading group of the Wood Elves, which managed the largest export trade of their kind.

She had not expected Wu Heng to have such a relationship with her.

“Really? How did she fall for a Vice-executive?” Philippa muttered.

The table went silent in an instant.

Lady Shanaira looked at Wu Heng, smiling but with an undertone of amusement.

Wu Heng then turned towards Philippa, who immediately bowed her head, pretending as if nothing had happened.

…

After dinner,

the sky gradually darkened.

Wu Heng lay in bed when the door opened, and Shanaela entered wrapped in a white towel.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, her skin delicate and smooth, her cheeks flushed.

The towel across her chest was slightly open, revealing a profound cleavage.

“Come on!” Wu Heng lifted the thin blanket beside him.

Shanaela gave him a glare, quickly dried her hair, unwrapped the towel, and slipped under the covers.

Snuggling close.

Shanaela breathed rapidly, speaking in fits and starts, “I actually have important matters to discuss!”

Wu Heng placed her shapely, fair legs over his shoulders, “Go ahead, I love listening to you.”

“Stop it!” Shanaela complained and continued, “I’ve convinced the other chambers of commerce to nominate you as Island Master. If successful, the signing chambers will be granted three years of tax exemption.”

Mini had already relayed the news about nominating himself to him earlier.

Of course, it would be best to become the Island Master.

But success was not guaranteed.

If the association truly handed this place over to someone else, he couldn’t afford to fall out with them over this issue.

“Can it succeed?” Wu Heng’s hands lingered over her chest.

“There’s a high chance. After all, the chambers wield some influence, and since others have also put in effort in the occupation of Gold and Silver Island, they have a certain say,” Shanaela explained.

Wu Heng nodded, “If it succeeds, three years of tax exemption is not an issue.”

“Hmm, that’s all I can do.”

“Thank you, darling.”

“So cheesy.”

Wu Heng smiled and gently leaned in.

…

The next day, morning.

Wu Heng took Philippa to the association.

She was dressed in leather armor, a green parrot perched on her shoulder, hands clasped behind her, swaggering along.

“Gels, good morning.”

“Novaru, you’re looking well.”

“Hey~! Olin, your beard is looking pretty handsome today.”

“No way, you’re just realizing I’m Wu Heng’s spy? I thought you were smart enough to have guessed it already!”

Philippa greeted members of the association like a social butterfly, attracting quite a bit of attention.

Especially from Olin, whom she hugged around the shoulders, complimenting his handsome beard.

It irked Olin, but out of respect for Wu Heng, he held back his annoyance.

Wu Heng pulled her by the collar of her back shirt and led her back to his office.

Andre Willow, who had arrived earlier, curiously watched as Philippa was brought back in.

“Do you have to greet everyone you meet?” Wu Heng asked her.

“Tch! Silly Bird Captain,” the parrot remarked, settling on a nearby spot.

Philippa raised her hand to scare the parrot and explained, “Isn’t it better to get acquainted with everyone to avoid being chased and hunted down later?”

“Then could you be more subtle about it? What was the need to grab Olin and play with his beard?”

“Oh, come on, I’m really good at it. I used to braid my own hair,” Philippa said, pointing to her head.

“Next time, be more subtle when you greet people.”

Philippa pouted, “Fine, I got it.”

After speaking, she sat down on the sofa nearby and started flipping through the comics she had brought.

They sat in the office for a while.

Knock knock knock~!

There was a knock at the door, Philippa went to open it.

An employee peeked inside and upon seeing Wu Heng, directly said, “Vice-executive Wu Heng, the Steward would like you to visit the morgue.”

“Alright, thank you.”

The employee left, and Wu Heng also got up and exited the office.

…

Inside the morgue, there was a chilly atmosphere.

Imilo stood at the doorway, followed by two investigators.

In the morgue, bodies were laid out in rows, and two coroners were busily working.

Wu Heng approached, “Steward, did you call for me?”

Imilo, tall and straight, asked, “Have the slain pirates been examined?”

“Not yet, they’re arranged at the port and several locations, undergoing coordinated defense. We haven’t tallied them up yet,” Wu Heng said.

There were quite a number of pirates killed this time.

To tally them all would truly require some effort.

“Tally them up, and it will be easier to calculate merits later,” Imilo said.

Wu Heng glanced at the corpses, “Steward, some skeletons are unrecognizable now.”

“Then collect the pirate flags and tally according to the leader of the flags,” he said.

“Sure.”

Imilo nodded and continued, “Bring out ‘Occam’s’ body for a Wenshi session to find out if there are any other plans.”

“Steward, I have a method that can get us the answers without having to resort to Wenshi,” Wu Heng said.