The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 759

Chapter 759: Chapter 614, Changing the Stage Play Chapter 759: Chapter 614, Changing the Stage Play Gold and Silver Island.

Wu Heng walked down from upstairs, and Mini and a few others were serving dinner on the table.

Seeing him come down.

they immediately smiled, “Master, we're just about to start dinner.”

“What's for dinner today?” Wu Heng sat down at the dining table.

“Coconut fish soup, beef and shrimp cakes, and two kinds of side dishes. Is there anything else you'd like to add, Master? I can have the chef prepare it,” Mini asked with her large eyes looking over.

“It's quite a feast,” smiled Wu Heng.

After a thought, Mini walked briskly to the kitchen and shouted, “Add four servings of grilled oysters.”

The remaining maids also revealed smiles.

After Mini returned, they all sat down at the dining table to eat.

Andre Willow said, “Master, The Great Detective books have gotten a few more orders from merchant caravans and city hall, surpassing a total of 70,000 copies.”

Wu Heng paused in his eating.

It's rising so fast!

In the three days he was away in Zombie World, local merchant caravans had begun to place orders for the books one after another.

Of course, this was good news for him.

It meant better publicity and the chance to earn some money.

“You just tell the printing side to print more,” he said.

“Very well, Master,” replied Andre Willow with a nod.

With that matter settled,

a Skeleton came with four servings of grilled oysters and placed them on the table, passing them all the way up to Wu Heng.

Mini then said, “Master, we, along with Sister Shanela, have chosen the venue for the exhibition. It's a commercial shop in the newly constructed area. Sister Shanela said it is quite nice and spacious enough.”

Wu Heng picked up an oyster with his chopsticks and placed it in his bowl.

“If it's decided, then have the designer 'Youssef' do the decorations, and do it according to Shanela's ideas–she has more experience with business,” he instructed.

Youssef was the name of a dwarf designer.

He now owned his own design firm, and his staff were responsible for the development of the island and various renovation plans.

“Understood,” Andre Willow responded.

After chatting for a while, dinner concluded.

The maids went to the training room, while Wu Heng continued to study the plans of the Electromagnetic Cannon in the courtyard.

Assembling complex components.

He felt that if he followed the blueprints, there shouldn't be a major problem.

Deep into the night.

The sound of insects outside the window interrupted the silence of the night.

Wu Heng lay in bed, his gaze fixed on the canopy overhead, mulling over things involuntarily.

Progress in Zombie World had been significant.

Not only had he found modern ships, but also a military vessel.

Bringing it to Gold and Silver Island would significantly enhance the security of the Emerald Sea.

The situation at sea was different from that on land.

Even if pirates were wiped out in one go, as time passed, there would still be people turning into pirates.

For ordinary people, a successful sea route could mean a lifetime's worth of wealth.

“It's just… the problem with piloting the ships…

Military vessels require maintenance and operation of some facilities, which can't be done by one person alone.

In Zombie World, bodies transform into zombies starting at level one,

so it's difficult for them to retain any skills.

Wu Heng didn't kill the captain of the cargo ship, Qian Chengfeng, largely because he feared that once transformed into a zombie, the captain might become dull and lose the ability to navigate.

If the ship ends up adrift at sea, that would be quite an issue.

“Perhaps teaching the Skeletons, or finding a way to let zombies retain the ability to pilot after transformation,” he pondered with some anxiety.

“Why are you awake, Master?” asked Andre Willow, who was nestled in his left arm, looking up at him.

Wu Heng gently hugged her, “It's nothing, go back to sleep.”

“Mm,” Andre Willow smiled.

Wu Heng glanced at Mini, still sound asleep on the other side, and pulled the thin blanket over the three of them.

Embracing the two, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, after breakfast,

Wu Heng exercised a bit in the courtyard.

The island had experienced a bit of light rain last night, leaving droplets on the flowers and leaves, and the air was damp.

Wu Heng rested in the living room for a while.

There came a knock at the courtyard gate.

The cat-girl Robey ran to open the door, exchanged a few words with the visitor, and then hurried back.

“Master, Sister Veera sent someone over. There's a Bard who specifically went to city hall wanting to meet you, proposing to adapt The Great Detective into a stage play,” she reported.

Wu Heng paused in his act of drinking tea.

An adaptation into a stage play.

This world too had stage plays, popular among noble ladies.

The stories were usually about aristocratic love affairs.

Changing The Great Detective

was a kind of breakthrough.

“Where's the Bard?” Wu Heng inquired.

Robey shook her head, “It was someone from city hall who came. Whatever your commands are, they can take them back.”

Wu Heng thought for a moment, “I indeed should meet this Bard.”

But it seemed somewhat inappropriate to bring the person to his home.

“Let that Bard go to the association's meeting room, I'll be there shortly,” Wu Heng said.

“Understood,” Robey left again.

He conveyed the message once he was outside the door.

Wu Heng then adjusted his Mansion Skill and put on a coat.

After telling a few maids, he also left the house and headed to the association.

The carriage stopped in front of the association's entrance.

Wearing a “headscarf,” Wu Heng stepped down.

The entrance to the association was bustling with a surprisingly lively crowd coming and going.

In contrast, the Snake Badge Consortium on the opposite side looked desolate, with only a sparse few entering or leaving.

It was completely different from when Wu Heng first arrived at Gold and Silver Island.

Wu Heng only took a glance.

Though he was very dissatisfied with the consortia on Gold and Silver Island, the opposition was strong, and there was no need for him to actually do anything.

Maintaining this situation wouldn't last long on the island.

Wu Heng shifted his gaze away.

He walked directly into the building of the association.

The lobby was even livelier, with many people looking at the notice board, while others sat in the rest area chatting.

He briskly crossed the hall.

Walking into a side corridor, he came face to face with 'Cavina,' who was looking down at some documents as she walked toward him.

She was one of his earliest teammates from Black Stone Town.

It seemed there had been no change in her.

“Cavina!” Wu Heng greeted her.

Cavina, who had been walking with her head down, looked up at him, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Wu Heng took off the “headscarf,” revealing his real face.

Realizing it was Wu Heng, Cavina immediately smiled, “Wu Heng! No, Lord Island Master.”

With that, she made a slight bow.

“How have you been lately?” Wu Heng asked with a smile.

The last time they had met was when 'Lu An' came to challenge the island.

But at that time, with so many people around, they didn't speak much before each got busy with their own matters.

Cavina walked over and said, “Pretty good, everyone knows I came to join you, and things have been going smoothly.”

“That makes it sound like I've given you special treatment,” he said.

Cavina shrugged, “That's the reality, and everyone thinks so.”

Wu Heng reminded her, “Don't say that in public, I have quite a few enemies.”

“I understand, only people in the association know,” Cavina said gravely, then added, “I read Bella's story, it's about Black Stone Town, right? I remember that Maid.”

Wu Heng also lowered his voice, “It's Black Stone Town, but there's nothing dangerous in the town, and the Steward and the captain are fine, so there's no need to worry.”

“Good to hear. I was planning to ask you about it if I hadn't run into you today,” she replied.

Wu Heng continued asking, “Are you still renting a place to stay?”

“Ah, it's still the same place as before.”

Wu Heng thought for a moment and suggested, “A new residential area has been built. When you have time, go to city hall and find Andre Willow – my former assistant. Let her pick a good spot for you.”

Cavina immediately waved her hands, “There's no need, I'm quite content with my current place, really.”

“The island is still expanding, and there will be more and more houses. Plus, being closer to the Central District is a bit safer,” Wu Heng said.

After pondering for a moment, Cavina nodded, “Then consider it a purchase from you. I'll pay you back when I've saved enough money.”

“Sure, you can pay me when you've made your fortune,” he replied.

“It's certainly convenient having someone on top,” Cavina remarked.

Wu Heng looked at her again, “What are you doing?”

“There's a Fugitive. I was just about to take some people over there to investigate,” Cavina patted the documents in her hand.

“Then you go ahead with your work. Let me know when you've picked a place, and I'll send someone to install air conditioning,” he offered.

Cavina nodded with a smile, “I'm almost at the point where you could just provide for me.”

“Goodbye.”

“Goodbye!”

Wu Heng parted ways with Cavina.

He proceeded to the meeting room of the association.

Upon opening the door, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in a bluish-gray robe sitting on the outside of the room.

The man, upon seeing Wu Heng enter and giving him a look, promptly stood up and said respectfully, “Level 10 Bard – Saban, at your service, Lord Island Master.”

“Sit down and let's talk,” Wu Heng settled on the inside.

Saban also sat down across from him and said, “Lord Island Master, thank you for the stories you've published. Reciting them to the patrons at the tavern led me to a realization that allowed me to advance to level 10.”

It appeared the other party had leveled up while recounting his stories.

“The stories are one aspect, but most of it is due to your hard work,” Wu Heng stated.

Advancement in any profession wasn't so easy.

Moreover, for the other party to reach level 10, even if the story accounted for part of his progression, it couldn't possibly be solely due to a single story.

Hearing this,

Saban's respect for the young Island Master deepened even further.

He said directly, “My Lord, I'd like to establish a performance troupe to stage your stories as plays and present them to a wider audience.”

Wu Heng was already aware of this before his arrival,

and he agreed with the idea in his heart.

“Have you found all the personnel?”

Saban looked a bit embarrassed, “Not yet, I was planning to seek others after our conversation.”