The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 1265 - 938, Are You My Aunt?

Chapter 1265: Chapter 938, Are You My Aunt?

The innkeeper responded promptly, hurriedly calling his staff to retrieve the discarded miscellaneous items.

Clearly, the previous guest had caused some significant trouble.

Better not let it affect his business.

While the boss busied himself outside, Wu Heng began to take action. He tore open a Magic Detection Scroll, and magical ripples spread outward like waves.

A faint grayish-white energy began to vaguely appear in one corner of the bedroom.

The presence of such traces indicated residual Necromancy Magic or that a Ghost had once lingered here.

At this point, it could almost be confirmed that the person who stayed in this room was connected to the ghost possession incident at the City Lord’s Mansion.

Wu Heng proceeded to the bed. The bedding was meticulously cleaned, with the quilt neatly folded and placed on the inside corner of the bed.

However, two strands of brown hair could still be seen remaining on the pillow.

After glancing at them, Wu Heng turned to the innkeeper standing at the door and asked, "Describe his appearance."

The innkeeper, recalling carefully, said, "Not yet thirty, wears glasses, looks scholarly, not like someone in a combat profession."

"Hair color?" Wu Heng continued to ask.

"Brown—classic Royal Capital brown," the boss replied. As he watched Wu Heng leaning over to examine the bedding, he cautiously asked, "My lord, should I fetch the registry book?"

"Go get it," Wu Heng instructed.

Soon, the innkeeper returned with a book and reported, "He registered under the name Willen, a herbal merchant. He booked the room yesterday afternoon and checked out early this morning."

Wu Heng nodded; the timing coincided with the City Lord’s Mansion death case.

As they spoke, a staff member walked back in carrying a few items.

"We found the items," the staff member said carefully.

"You all step out," the innkeeper dismissed the staff, personally bringing the items forward. "My lord, everything is here."

From the belongings, Wu Heng found a pair of worn leather boots and a belt.

"These were left behind by him?"

The innkeeper looked to the staff, who immediately confirmed, "They were collected from this room."

"Keep this room vacant for the next two days. The City Lord’s Mansion will inform you when it can be rented again," Wu Heng said as he stored the shoes and the belt in his Space Ring.

"Understood, my lord," the innkeeper promptly replied.

Wu Heng nodded, stood up, and left the room, descending the staircase to the ground floor.

The innkeeper and the staff escorted him to the doorway, watching as his figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

Just as Wu Heng was far enough away, the younger staff member murmured, "Is he really from the association? Usually, teams come in groups of five. He’s all alone, and dressed so tightly."

The innkeeper glared at him. "With the whole city under lockdown, who would risk their life by pretending to be part of the association?"

The staff muttered, "I was just wondering."

Seeing the staff continue to chatter, the innkeeper became sterner, "Watch your mouth! One day your words might cost you your tongue."

...

By this time, dusk had fallen.

Streetlights illuminated the area. Many residents sat along the roadsides, chatting and cooling off, waving towels to drive away mosquitoes.

"Finally, time to catch them." Xiao Xiao’s voice whispered beside his ear.

It was impressive that, using the Secret Speaker’s intelligence network, he’d tracked this place down so quickly.

Yet the target had still fled—decisively, at that.

Clearly, the other party had a well-prepared plan. They knew the consequences of being framed and had no intention of staying back to watch the drama unfold.

Bella’s voice also chimed in, saying, "It’s all thanks to Lilith’s intelligence network."

"The Secret Speakers are famous in this world; it’s no surprise their intelligence is so exceptional," Wu Heng continued walking.

Unlike the intelligence network on Gold and Silver Island, the Secret Speakers had control over global information.

Besides being backed by the association, it also showed that Lilith had undeniable personal charm.

She could command loyalty from individuals across all social strata.

"Uncle, where are we going now? If we don’t go after them, they’ll have escaped far away," Xiao Xiao inquired.

Wu Heng glanced in the direction of the City Lord’s Mansion. "First, let’s return to the City Lord’s Mansion to inform Shanaela and the others, then we’ll pursue them."

With that, he stepped into a deserted alley on the side.

He activated a Teleportation Technique, and his figure vanished.

...

Emerald Sea.

At the break of dawn, a passenger ship cut through the cerulean waters.

"Your Grace, the ship has now left the jurisdiction of Netalee City. We are safe," said the bespectacled man in a soft voice.

In front of him, the Demon Soul Pot exuded faint ghostly wisps, which coalesced into the shape of a stunning woman. Her gown flowed like smoke.

"Anything unusual?" she asked.

"Everything went smoothly. Even if that Island Master finds our hideout, they’ll pursue us north based on what we left behind," the man said smugly.

Though he’d been on edge throughout the journey, now that they were safe, he couldn’t help but feel exhilarated.

To think he, such an insignificant person, had managed to outwit the legendary Great Detective recorded in books—the youngest hero.

A hero? Just that and nothing more.

Floating closer, the ghost woman playfully tapped his shoulder twice with her spectral fingertips in encouragement. "You’ve done well. The next step is to find a suitable Necromancer. My current state won’t last much longer."

The man tentatively suggested, "Your Grace, if I could obtain a Profession Change Scroll..."

The ghost let out a laugh. "It’s good to have that ambition. Once we get to shore, purchase some basic knowledge books and see if you have any talent in this area."

"I’ll give it my all," the man said, a trace of excitement underscoring his tone.

The ghost continued, "If you truly have talent in this field, I still remember some valuable spells—no, they are now called Skills—that I can pass on to you. Catching up to that Wu Heng won’t be impossible."

"Thank you, Your Grace!" The man bowed again in gratitude.

Knock, knock!

As they spoke, a knock came at the door, followed by a sailor’s voice. "Guest, your breakfast has been delivered to your door."