The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 854

Chapter 854: Chapter 687, No Body (One update today.)_2 Chapter 854: Chapter 687, No Body (One update today.)_2 “Yes,” the subordinate nodded, quickly leaving.

Seated on a stone bench in the courtyard, Daxier suddenly turned his head to the side.

After a few seconds, footsteps sounded, and a man dressed in a Yeko Kingdom Commander uniform walked in.

The man was burly with a square face and a beard, his steps steady as he walked.

“People from the headquarters have entered the city, they forcefully entered the port,” the square-faced man said.

Daxier nodded, “I've received the message too. There are people from the headquarters inside, and also Island Lord Wu Heng from Gold and Silver Island.”

“I saw their ship–it's extravagant, like a small island, quite impressive…”

“Luqina…” Daxier sternly interrupted, “Don't speak of such things, it could damage our relationship with the headquarters.”

The man sneered, “What do we have to fear from them.”

But he did not continue further, instead asking more discreetly, “What do you plan to do?”

“We have to cooperate now that the headquarters are investigating,” said Daxier.

The man slightly raised his eyebrows, “Handle it properly.”

In the headquarters hall.

The people from headquarters were seated on one side, facing the local members standing opposite.

Elder Tapani asked, “State the situation of the association.”

A local vice-executive stepped forward, speaking softly, “Netalee City is in chaos; we can't send out any external messages. At present, the deacon and two squads have gone missing.”

Several narrowed their eyes.

Gone missing.

More likely than not, the information they received meant they were dead.

And worse than death, with no bodies, there were no clues for the next steps.

“Where did they go missing? Was there an investigation?” Tapani pressed.

“The city was too chaotic at the time; many died every day–gang members, outside soldiers, and the evil cult. It was too chaotic to investigate,” the vice-executive said bitterly.

Tapani looked at Wu Heng, seeing he had nothing to add, directly instructed, “Starting today, I will take charge here at the association. Island Lord Wu Heng from Gold and Silver Island will investigate the disappearance of the deacon and the squads. You all must cooperate fully to swiftly uncover the truth.”

“Yes,” several nodded.

“Return to your respective posts; with us here, you won't be in danger anymore.”

“Thank you, Elder, thank you, Island Lord Wu Heng, ladies and gentlemen.”

They bowed in succession, then withdrew.

After meeting the local members,

Tapani took the few members of this visit's team to the conference room to revisit the discussion.

His gaze lingered on Wu Heng, asking, “Do you have any plans?”

The identity of a great detective meant the task of solving the case was handed over to Wu Heng.

The others were there merely for his support and to handle any unexpected situations.

The difficulty seemed considerable at present.

The Secret Speaker who went to Gold and Silver Island reported that the local deacon had died and that information was being deliberately blocked by Netalee City.

Upon arriving here, there were no bodies and no suspects.

There were no leads to continue the investigation.

Wu Heng responded, “I need to first check the Archives Room.”

“Very well,” Tapani looked around, “Dean Gianvito, Mr. Sim, choose some from the level 15 professionals, along with two squads, to go with Wu Heng on the investigation, the rest will stay with me at the headquarters.”

“Yes,” everyone nodded.

Among the level 18 professionals, two were assigned to protect himself, while Sim was an investigator with limited combat ability.

The main protection came from Gianvito.

Wu Heng selected a Short person and a Blood Clan member draped in a heavy cloak from the level 15 professionals, and they all left the meeting room together.

After asking for the location of the Archives Room, the group hastened there.

Gianvito reminded, “The records of the Secret Speakers are generally not documented; they can only be requested from headquarters.”

“I know, let's just take a look, try our luck,” Wu Heng said.

Visiting the Archives Room wasn't to look up the Secret Speaker, as such local information was generally not recorded.

Instead, it was to check the local deacon's files.

Generally, a designated Secret Speaker would leave a vague record in the files.

This was something he had found out after reaching Gold and Silver Island.

At that time, Philippa acted as a spy, without her own file, but there was a vague mark under Wu Heng's file.

Either party could use this record for initial verification if something happened.

Hurrying along, they reached the association's Archives Room.

The administrator in charge immediately came forward, “Ladies and gentlemen.”

“Bring me the deacon's file.”

“Right away, sir.”

Soon, a thick file was brought out.

Opening the file pouch, Wu Heng started to seriously browse through it.

The file recorded three different names, all released either due to capture mistakes or by earning merits through admitting guilt.

It was uncertain whether the informant was among them, but there was still a chance.

Wu Heng took out a tablet and photographed each document.

Then he wrote down three names on paper, “Ketan.”

“Island Lord Wu Heng.” A Short person approached.

“Remember these three names, take people to the city hall to investigate whether there is property or records, bring more people, they might not cooperate, be forceful,” Wu Heng said.

“Understood.” The Short person nodded, selected a few people from the team, and quickly left.

Wu Heng also left the archive room, continuing with the rest of the group towards the residence of the Steward.

The Steward needed to stay at the association.

Typically, the residence wouldn't be far from the association.

The residence of the Steward of Gold and Silver Island was connected to the association, constructed as a separate mansion at the back of the association's building.

In Netalee City, the Steward's residence wasn't built like that, but it was also in a residential area at the back.

From a distance, they could see several guards on duty.

Those weren't association members but guards from Netalee City.

Seeing the imposing group approaching, the guards instantly became flustered.

They shouted loudly, “Who goes there?”

“Association headquarters investigating, who authorized you to guard this place?” Wu Heng asked.

The association, headquarters?

These men, clearly not informed of the city's occurrences, appeared a bit confused.

“No entry here, good sirs, please talk to our captain,” one guard said.

Wu Heng didn't bother with more words and simply said, “Arrest them.”

The people behind him surged forward and quickly subdued the guards.

“What's going on, sirs? Can we not talk this out?”

“This is Netalee City.”

The men were somewhat panicky, shouting loudly.

Wu Heng said, “Let one go to report, cover the mouths of anyone else who speaks.”

After letting one of them go to report, Wu Heng led the rest into the Steward's residence.

The door was easily opened, and footprints moved back and forth on the dusty floor.

Wu Heng said, “Someone has been here recently. The footprints are clear, not covered by dust.”

The Investigators behind him began to record.

Wu Heng continued to examine the room, its sculptures, calligraphy, some household items, and decorations.

The living conditions of Netalee City's Steward were still quite good.

It should also be considered upper-class locally.

“Items are missing, likely taken by someone.”

Investigators continued to record.

Wu Heng went straight into the bedroom, finding a piece of clothing clearly worn often.

Then, he took out a Tracking Pendant from the Space Ring, squeezed a drop of blood, and dripped it onto the skeleton's head.

Next, the skeleton's head came to life.

He passed the edge of the garment to it, and the skeleton's head bit down, starting to chew forcefully.

Under Wu Heng's gaze.

The skeleton's head seemed to lose its vigor, hanging limply.

This Special Item could track any living target.

Before the existence of the Prophet Skeleton, finding people or solving cases all depended on this Special Item.

The absence of a trackable target indicated that the person was already dead.

“If this Steward doesn't have any items shielding against Special Items, then he must be dead,” Wu Heng told the others.

Investigators continued to record.

While they spoke, a middle-aged man dressed as a guard captain came briskly inside.

Several Patrol Guards followed him.

The captain quickly scanned everyone, judging their clothes and the aura they emitted.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

He stepped forward, saluted, and said, “Captain of squad seven, honored to meet you, sirs of the association.”

After speaking, he took a cloth bag from his chest and added, “Here is the retrieved money, all accounted for.”

Wu Heng looked at the cloth bag handed over.

He weighed it in his hand and asked, “How did you know the association Steward wouldn't return?”

“Ah? What do you mean?” The captain's eyebrows furrowed.

Wu Heng looked at him squarely and asked again, “Everyone from the association is only assuming the person is missing, how are you so sure he won't return, daring to take the items inside?”