The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 1355 - 979, Chelu City_2

Chapter 1355: Chapter 979, Chelu City_2

Wu Heng sat down at a seat below, and an attendant brought over the remaining food he ordered.

While eating, he let his perception go.

The conversation of the guests at the surrounding tables gradually filtered into his ears.

"Recruiting soldiers again, seems like the battles in the north aren’t going well."

"It’s freezing up north, not the time for military campaigns."

"Don’t know how many will die."

At another table.

"Heard that the ministers want to cease-fire, but The Holy Court won’t allow it, insisting on fighting even at a disadvantage."

"That’s fake, right? The Holy Court never interferes in the Kingdom’s affairs."

"Hard to say, the enemies up north are all necromancers, and The Holy Court has always been strict against necromancy."

"You have a point there."

Behind, Wu Heng continued listening to the conversations at other tables.

The topics were all about the northern battles and discussions on the Royal Family’s decisions.

But they were just discussions, not much useful information.

Wu Heng finished his meal in a few bites, seeing that the tavern owner didn’t come to find him, he walked back to the bar, "Any rooms available?"

"All the tavern rooms are full." The owner continued, "If the guest has nowhere to go tonight, I have an empty courtyard at the back of the store, I can arrange for you to stay one night, the price is negotiable."

Wu Heng raised an eyebrow, "Fine, that would be great."

"Shall I take you there now?"

Wu Heng nodded, following the owner out of the shop and heading towards the back.

...

Elsewhere.

In the dim alley, the tavern attendant walked briskly.

Occasionally looking back, alert and cautious.

Upon seeing a building guarded by soldiers ahead, his eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace.

He ran over.

...

Inside the courtyard.

The candelabra was lit, illuminating the room in a warm orange glow.

After closing the door, the owner bowed respectfully, "Kenneth greets you, sir."

Wu Heng looked at him, asked, "In the tavern, didn’t you recognize my signal?"

"Ah~!" The owner sighed lightly, then said, "The inspections in the city are rigorous now, people get taken away daily, never to return, so I’ve been more cautious."

Wu Heng nodded, then asked, "Any intel in the city?"

"The city is recruiting soldiers again, planning to send reinforcements to the front lines. I heard the ministers want to negotiate with Lundham City, but The Holy Court has been blocking it, unsuccessfully."

Wu Heng continued, "What’s the attitude of the city residents?"

"Ordinary people don’t really have an attitude, mainly worried about being forcibly conscripted, and whether the skeletons from the north will attack here...," the owner replied.

They continued chatting casually.

The owner remained at the door.

At this moment, the owner’s ears twitched slightly, hearing footsteps approaching the door outside.

He glanced at Wu Heng and then at the door.

Just then, the door opened, and the tavern attendant who had been sent out to deliver the message stood alone at the door, the loose skin on his neck unusually prominent.

"You... just you alone?" The owner’s gaze sharpened.

As he spoke, the attendant’s body stiffly fell into the room.

A gust of chilly wind blew through, slamming the door shut.

"Damn it~!" The owner cursed, a short sword slipped from his wide sleeve, casting a wary glance at the man in the room, he moved to rush out the door.

Just as he took a step, his body jerked to a halt.

Crack~!

His neck twisted 360 degrees, his body limply collapsed onto the floor.

"Uncle, this guy was going to deliver a message, but Aunt Glenda and I killed him in advance," Xiao Xiao revealed.

Glenda added, "You guessed right, they indeed had a problem. This person used the back door, probably planning to stall you and let the Guard Team capture us."

At the tavern, Wu Heng had a ghost monitoring the owner’s movements.

As expected, there was a problem.

"How did Uncle notice? Isn’t Great Detective just copying?" Xiao Xiao said.

Lady raised an eyebrow, "Copying?"

Wu Heng said, "During the signal exchange, his whole demeanor tensed up. Someone embedded in the main city without being caught shouldn’t be this obvious."

Xiao Xiao rubbed his chin, nodding, "I noticed something wrong too."

Wu Heng crouched down, searched the body but found nothing special.

[Communicate with the dead] was cast, the corpse with the twisted neck sat up from the ground, its cloudy eyes looked over this way.

Wu Heng asked, "Who are you?"

The corpse answered, "Shadow Randall."

Shadow!

This reminded Wu Heng of the Shadow Council.

Which meant, this place was already discovered by the Crown Prince, but he didn’t uproot it directly. Instead, replacing it with his own people, continuously sending information to Lundham City, waiting patiently.

Wu Heng asked, "What tasks do you have?"

The corpse answered, "My task is to stay in the tavern, assist in capture when someone comes, other tasks unknown."

It seemed, such people only knew their own tasks, not much about other matters.

After thinking for a moment, he continued to ask, "In the tavern, what do you do every day?"

"Just operate normally."

"No need to report to your superior, or the Guard Team about some situations?"

The corpse answered, "If there are special circumstances, report them, if not, continue normal operations to avoid others suspecting."

One last question remained.

Wu Heng carefully thought it over, "About the Shadow Council, have you noticed anything different?"

The corpse paused, then said, "Not sure!"

The five questions ended, and the corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

Wu Heng took off the mask and placed it on the owner’s face, the mask wriggled, replicating the owner’s appearance.

Activated [Mansion Skill], dragging the corpse inside.

Wu Heng donned the mask, changed into the owner’s clothes, walked out of the courtyard, and returned to the tavern.

...

"Boss, you’re back~!" A staff member said.

Wu Heng nodded, glanced at the not-so-busy hall, and handed two books to the staff member, "Put them in my room."

"Okay!" The staff member took them, heading to the inner rooms on the second floor.

Wu Heng waited on the first floor for the last table of guests to leave.

He told the staff, "All go rest."

A few staff nodded, some went upstairs to their dorms, others left the tavern.

Must be local residents of the city.

Wu Heng returned to the owner’s room, glanced around inside, and found nothing special.

He took out the [Soundproof Pot], placed it in the center of the room.

After removing the mask, he told several ghosts, "Roam around the city, find out the Crown Prince’s whereabouts, and the positions of high-level professionals."

"Understood!" Four ghosts nodded, then scattered and flew out.

...

Wu Heng sat on the chair, pondering.

He took out a phone, dialing the Fifth Princess’s number.

After two rings, the call connected, shifting to video mode. The Fifth Princess appeared on screen with a slightly serious expression, "Sir!"

Wu Heng said, "I’m already in Chelu, are you ready on your side?"

The Fifth Princess nodded, her tone serious, "I’m ready as well, can move anytime."

"Then you can depart tonight or tomorrow morning, remember the usage and side effects of the Phantom Train," Wu Heng reminded again.

"I will remember." The Fifth Princess hesitated a bit, then asked, "Sir, how is the city? Is everything okay?"

"Nothing’s wrong in the city, judging by the state of the local residents, they are unaffected. Hearing the discussions in the city, officials here oppose continuing the war, maybe you could give it a try when you arrive," Wu Heng said.

The Fifth Princess frowned, "You want me to win them over? They all support the Crown Prince."

"When making decisions, people weigh pros and cons. They may have once stood with the Crown Prince, but now it’s not certain," Wu Heng looked at the screen.

"Alright, I will try."

...

Inside a mansion.

The witch ’Viola’ sat at a desk, looking through intelligence reports from various places.

Suddenly, a chilling sensation of foreboding climbed her spine.

As if her fur stood on end, she swiftly turned to look behind, her eyes full of vigilance.

The room was empty except for herself.

"Who’s there? Show yourself." Viola called out sharply.

The room remained silent.

But that eerie feeling continued to make her heart race.