Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse

In mid-autumn, more than half a month had passed since the second sale of pills.

The Chamber of Commerce that shipped goods abroad also gradually transported the goods to their respective sales locations.

In front of the sales points of various countries and races, there were long queues to buy pills and discuss the news about the pills.

"It says that the person who improved the potion into pills is an island owner, who is not an alchemist himself."

"The owner of Treasure Island, I have never heard of this island."

"The fountain pens and watches that were popular among the nobles before were also invented by him."

"It also says that the reason for his improvement is to help ordinary professionals who don't have space rings."

"Forget it, it's just bragging for myself, and you believe it. Just by listening to the name of his island, you know that he is a profit-seeking person."

"I feel pretty good. The pills are easier to carry and the price has dropped. It's good for us."

"I think this island owner is a good person, at least much better than other businessmen."

People are used to hearing the propaganda of big figures, but this time is different from the past.

The pills were in his hand, just as advertised, easy to carry and the price was much lower.

Buying a box would be enough for the family to use for a long time.

It was hard to say whether he was a good person, but those who bought the pills did feel the benefits.

It was not the empty propaganda before.

…

At the same time, the original territory of the second prince of the Yeke Kingdom.

Officials of Rentam City began to enter the management, and the skeleton army also took over the garrison and main defense positions.

As time went by, people began to get familiar with the skeletons and were no longer as scared as at the beginning.

On the street, the bard stood on a wooden box, holding a great detective book in his hand, and loudly told the story on it.

The crowd gathered below followed and whispered about the murderer.

Some people also discussed whether Wu Heng and Watson in the story really solved the case one by one.

…

Treasure Island, the island owner's mansion.

Wu Heng half-lying on the recliner, watching the face change in front of him.

[Level: Level 19 (4257534/355000)]

[Reputation: Level 19 (64733/66000)]

In the past two days, reputation has begun to increase rapidly.

It has directly increased from more than 50,000 to 65,000.

It is not difficult to guess that the second batch of pills has been shipped to various places and has begun to be sold.

The initial growth was very strong, but now it has begun to slow down.

"I wonder if I can reach level 20 before the Holy See comes." Wu Heng muttered in a low voice.

At this time, Granda and Benny flew back from outside.

"The church has increased the number of bells, and the patrolling skeletons have to avoid the location of the church." Benny said in a deep voice.

Granda said, "They should have received a letter from the Holy See, and they are confident."

Before being beaten by the skeleton, the church was indeed stable for a while.

Today, the number of bells was suddenly increased. It must be the news from the Holy See Investigation Team that made them feel confident again.

"It's okay, I'll deal with it later." Wu Heng said.

Glenda continued, "The stalemate with the Holy See will also affect Treasure Island. There are basically no representatives of the Chamber of Commerce visiting, and even fewer tourists on the island."

In the past, the island owner's mansion always welcomed some visitors.

Whether it is the dignitaries, wealthy merchants, or representatives, they will come to the island owner's mansion specially after arriving on the island.

Since the conflict with the Holy See intensified, no one has come.

Wu Heng was not surprised and said, "Everyone is afraid of attracting the attention of the Holy See. No one wants to cause this trouble."

"Now I feel that the people of the Holy See are really annoying." Beni muttered.

Glenda smiled and said, "You didn't know Wu Heng a long time ago. If you knew him earlier, you would have made enemies with the Holy See a long time ago."

Wu Heng rolled his eyes at her, feeling that the other party was going to slander him again.

Then he said, "Once the matter of the Holy See is resolved, everything will be restored. Don't worry."

"Well, it's mainly you. We have enough money to spend. Don't worry." Glenda rarely comforted in a soft voice.

Beni also said, "You will surpass them sooner or later."

Wu Heng nodded, "Don't worry."

Seeing that the two souls had nothing new to say, Wu Heng also stood up and walked towards the living room.

Picked up the phone and dialed the number of the association.

After two rings, Xilagui's voice came over, "Hello!"

"It's me." Wu Heng continued, "Ask Xilagui to arrange someone to go to the church and tell them that if their broken bell rings again, I will tear it down for them."

"Okay, I'll go to coordinate." Xilagui said directly.

After hanging up the phone, the two ghosts gave a thumbs up, "You are quite courageous today."

...

Another day passed.

It has been more than half a month since the island owner arrested the clergy of the Vatican.

Regarding how to convict the Vatican, the island owner's mansion and the association have not made a complete announcement.

Of course, the local residents are not surprised by this. It is unusual for the guards to arrest both sides of the conflict between the high-level clergy of the Vatican and ordinary residents.

If it were somewhere else, I'm afraid these priests would have been released long ago, so there would be no need to investigate right or wrong.

However, this morning, some special gossip began to spread.

It spread quickly.

"Have you heard that a necromancer's experimental base was found on the island, and it's very large."

"Everyone is talking about this. I don't know where it came from. It's said that it's related to the island owner, who secretly bought people for experiments."

"Could it be that Wu Heng really used the island as an experimental base? No wonder the Church is targeting him so much."

"It must be fake. The potion auction was held on the island. The leader of the association and high-level professionals from all over the country came. If you were a necromancer, would you build an experimental base while inviting people to visit?"

The discussion suddenly quieted down.

Yes, the leader came to the island to stay for several days.

No one with a normal brain would do this, let alone a great detective!

"What you said makes sense."

"I definitely believe the island owner, but I wonder how these news came out."

After Wu Heng became the island owner, the changes in the entire Treasure Island were obvious to all.

It also really changed the lives of everyone on the island. When the locals mentioned the island owner, they were full of pride.

It was as if they themselves built the island into this state.

Naturally, no one wanted to believe that there was really a problem on the island.

But people are always suspicious. Such a large-scale spread also makes people doubt whether there is really a problem.

…

In the hall of the church.

Archbishop ‘Yuan’ sat behind the desk, and below him were a group of local clergy.

A priest stepped out and said indignantly: “Archbishop, the island is full of rumors about the necromancy experiment base. In addition to the strange skeletons seen, it can be confirmed that he is conducting necromancy experiments in private.”

Someone followed and echoed, “The necromancer is an evil profession. Long-term research in the corresponding field will make the heart darker and ignore life. He should be controlled directly.”

“And the last incident, our people are still locked up in the dungeon.”

“The local deacon is so weak and incompetent that she actually got close to the necromancer. She must be held accountable afterwards.”

The hall was in a mess, and everyone was expressing dissatisfaction with the island owner and the local deacon.

At this time, the door opened, and a servant walked in quickly and approached the archbishop’s ear.

As the other party spoke, the archbishop’s expression began to show joy.

After finishing speaking, the attendant stepped aside.

The archbishop tapped the ground twice with the wooden staff in his hand, and the hall instantly became quiet.

He swept his eyes over everyone, smiled, and said: "The fleet of the Holy Church has arrived. You follow me to the port to welcome it, and tell those who remain in the church that they can come out."

Everyone showed joy and nodded in response.

Before leaving, the archbishop did not forget to say: "By the way, ring the bell!"

Dong~!

The bell rang and spread instantly.

...

Island owner's mansion.

Wu Heng took the phone, and the voice of 'McIntosh' came from the other side, "Sir, the investigation is clear. It was a port labor gang that spread the news. Someone gave them money to spread the news. The person who issued the commission is being tracked down."

This morning, the island began to spread the news of the dead spirit experiment base.

Wu Heng heard some news.

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9!

In fact, there is no need to check. Those who emphasize the dead spirit experiment must be paving the way for the Vatican investigation team.

"No need to investigate, just detain the management of the labor gang." Wu Heng said directly.

"Understood." McIntosh said, and then suddenly fell into a brief silence, and then said, "Sir, the Vatican's fleet appeared on the sea, a total of five large ships."

Sure enough, the news of the necromancy experiment spread on the island, and the Vatican's fleet appeared soon after.

"I know, I will arrange people to deal with them." Wu Heng said directly.

"Okay, sir." McIntosh paused, and then said, "Please pay attention to safety."

"Well, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Heng leaned on the edge of the table, narrowed his eyes, and opened the panel directly.

[Reputation: Level 19 (65642/66000). ]

Reputation is still more than 300 points short.

Still a little short.

I don't know if the heroes of the Vatican are on the ship.

If not.

If I delay with them for a few days, I will almost become a hero.

...

Association.

The room where the Vatican knights were imprisoned was just like a separate lounge.

The room was tidy, with only one guard at the door.

It was more like watching here than guarding. Wu Heng was the only knight on the entire island who could stop him, a level 18 knight.

In the room, the Vatican knight was dressed in blue casual clothes, lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw a sparrow standing in the window.

Then he spoke in human language, "My lord, the Templar investigation team is here. The Archbishop asked you to deal with the things here and then go to the port to welcome the fleet."

After saying that, without waiting for a reply, the sparrow seemed to have lost its spirituality.

He looked around in confusion, squeaked twice, and flew towards the tree in the distance.

Looking at the flying sparrow, the Vatican knight had a smile on his face.

The investigation team is here.

Treasure Island and Wu Heng, their good days are over.

He simply packed up his things and walked out directly.

He walked towards the dungeon in the distance.

...

The entrance to the dungeon.

The guard stood up suddenly and looked at the burly man who suddenly appeared with vigilance.

He carefully identified his face and his expression became even uglier.

A knight of the Holy See, who was imprisoned a few days ago for attacking the island owner.

Why did he come here?

The two swallowed their saliva, saluted and said, "Sir Knight."

The Vatican Knight nodded with satisfaction, "This knight suddenly thought of some details and needs to interrogate the prisoners. During this period, no one is allowed to approach here, otherwise they will be punished with the same crime."

After that, he walked in directly.

The two guards looked at each other, and one of them ran out quickly.

They couldn't handle this matter.

They had to notify the deacon as soon as possible.

No, they had to notify the island owner.

Only the island owner could stop the other party.

...

The Vatican Knight covered his mouth and nose and walked in the corridor of the dungeon.

After walking for a distance.

He stood in front of a door, exerted a little force, the cell door opened, and walked in directly.

He glanced at the room and the sloppy man on the iron bed, and said with a smile: "You are quite adaptable to the environment."

Fear appeared in the sloppy man's eyes. After swallowing his saliva, he stood up with difficulty, "My lord, what do you want?"

"Let me see what people who dare to slander members of the Holy See look like."

The sloppy man trembled and took a half step back, "My lord, this matter has nothing to do with me. I just say what I know. If you are not satisfied with it, I will definitely change it. Don't be angry with me."

The Holy See Knight took two steps forward.

The sloppy man's face changed drastically, and he shouted to the outside: "Guard, where is the guard?"

"You should really thank Wu Heng, at least he let you live so many more days." As he said that, the Vatican Knight took out a hemp rope, shook his wrist, and wrapped it around his neck, gradually tightening it, "He joined forces with the necromancer to traffic people for experiments, was discovered by the Vatican, and hanged himself. What do you think of this script?"

"Do you think that the great detective will avenge you?"

The sloppy man struggled violently, but the gap in level made him unable to break free even with all his strength.

Then, his eyes bulged and his tongue spit out little by little.

In the last moment of his life, his past life flashed quickly in his mind again and again.

Then, he walked out of the dungeon.

The generous island owner gave him a large bounty, and Mrs. McIntosh also praised him for completing a difficult task.

Holding the money, he walked towards home.

This road that he had walked countless times felt particularly long today.

Bang bang bang~!

He knocked hard on the door.

The door opened, the man stroked his hair and smiled, "I have money now, I said I can live a good life..."

The corpse stopped struggling.

The Vatican Knight released a spell, took out a written confession letter from his arms, and stuffed it into the corpse's arms.

...

After an unknown amount of time, a loud noise broke the silence.

Ciaragui rushed into the dungeon in armor and holding a long sword.

Followed by two deputy deacons, a group of team members, as well as the investigator and assistant Shi Yali.

The investigator followed at the end, panting due to clerical reasons, holding the wall and panting like thunder.

When several people walked into the cell, their faces changed.

In the dim room, a corpse was hanging.

Ciaragui took a deep breath and said coldly: "Investigator, record it truthfully! The Vatican Knight broke into the association's prison and left, and the witness died."