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Chapter 37 - 37, come to my place when you have
Chapter 37 - 37, come to my place when you have
Chapter 37: Chapter 37, come to my place when you have
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Just before dawn.
Deacon Yazde returned with three teams of professionals.
Seeing the ground stained with fresh blood and corpses covered by white cloth,
his expression became very gloomy.
He was lured out of town like a fool, and the Professionals Hall was nearly
annihilated.
Regardless of the losses this time, the incident added a stain to his tenure as a
deacon.
Deacon’s Study.
“What’s the casualty situation?” Yazde leaned on his cane and took a deep
breath before asking.
Vice-deacon Slyther was sitting on the couch, stroking the tame Cheetah,
“What do you hope for?”
“Slyther, I don’t have time for your jokes.”
“There were three injuries. We confirmed that the individuals who entered the Professionals Association were from the Church of Divine Punishment. One of them was Elder1 Bawudong’. There were also seven church members involve . At the moment, it seems that two out of these seven are high-ranking members of the church.” Slyther reported the investigation findings quietly.
Yazde frowned, “Only three injuries?”
“Are you disappointed?”
“You know that’s not what I meant.” Yazde’s face showed a mix of disbelief and surprise, as he continued: “Are you saying that the three members of the fourth squadron killed eight people from the Church of Divine Punishment? And Bawudong is among them?”
Slyther looked up at him, “I was surprised too, but it’s the truth. Bawudong’s head was removed by1 Autruck’ with a single sword swing.”
Yazde was still too shocked to respond.
It seemed as if he was trying to deduce the course of the event.
An elder of the Church of Divine Punishment, who had required a squad of city
guards and three professional teams to corner.
Turned out to be slain by a newly-formed team, comprised of just three
individuals.
This made their careful orchestration and luring the enemy outside the city
seem like a joke.
“Ah~! I guess I really am getting old.”
Slyther continued, “Where did you find that kid?
“Who?” Yazde quickly reacted, “Oh, Wu Heng, huh? Did he do anything remarkable this time?”
Slyther smiled, stood up and dusted off his clothes, “Just a casual question.
You’re lucky. You’ve found a promising youngster this time.
“Really?”
Slyther continued, “Speaking of which, no need to wait for vacancies in the first and second squadrons, just transfer ‘Yuli’ to the fourth one.”
Yazde’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, the fourth squadron has an opening. Put her into it and let her hone her
skills.”
“I suggest you wait a bit longer.
“She could start in the fourth squadron, if things don’t work out, she can
always be moved.” Slyther continued.
“Alright, I’ll arrange it later, just send her over.”
Slyther nodded and immediately left the room.
Yazde also opened the door, turned to a busy staffer and said, “Please call
Autruck here.”
“Yes, Deacon.”
Wu Heng and Basen were on their way home.
Both had seen better days, attracting many curious bystanders.
Having slain an elder and members of the Church of Divine Punishment, they should receive quite a bounty.
But it didn’t matter if they got the bounty or not. What he cared most about was
the level 12 corpse.
One against three, bulletproof physical resistance.
Such things only happen in sci-fi movies.
If he could transform this corpse into undead, their combat power would be
greatly enhanced.
The application for his second skeleton has been submitted before.
He wondered if they would allocate this corpse to him.
Other professions wouldn’t need the corpse either, it would serve its maximum function in his hands.
Thinking of this, he brought Basen and headed home.
Clip-clop clip-clop-!
A horse carriage slowed down next to them.
The curtain of the carriage window was pulled open slightly, revealing the mature and beautiful face of Mrs. Slyther .
“Where are you going?”
Uh…
“Going back to rest.” Wu Heng answered directly.
“Get in, I’ll give you a ride.” Mrs. Slyther waved.
“Actually, I have a habit of exercising in the morning, I plan to walk back.
“Okay, then let’s chat at your place.”
“Open the door, I’ll get in.”
As he opened the door and was about to climb in with Basen, Mrs. Slyther
continued, “Leave your skeleton outside.”
“Basen, you sit outside.”
Basen directly sat next to the coachman. His round helmet made the coachman glance a few times.
As soon as he entered the carriage, a warm scent filled the air.
Not strong, but very pleasant.
Slyther is dressed casually, a suit of armor he wore last night is stacked next to
his chair.
He looks like a lazy and dignified queen, graceful and mature.
The Cheetah lies at his feet, not raising its head, but its eyes are focused on this
side.
Slyther picks up a wine glass, pours two glasses of fruit wine, and serves one in front of Wu Heng.
“What happened last night?”
Wu Heng glanced at the voluptuous beauty and said, “The captain will write out
the course of events. I don’t know much.”
“Just talk freely, as if we’ re chatting.”
I don’t believe you.
After thinking about it, he said: “Late last night, I found enemies outside the training room. After killing them with the Skeleton Warrior, I went to help Cavina and the captain.”
He spoke vaguely, guessing that this could be inferred.
“The body outside the training room, was that the first person you encountered?” Slyther leans sideways on the wooden couch.
“Yes, a Swordsman.”
“How did you kill him?”
“Skeletons are unaffected by the night, and I’m a Mage, so a two-on-one fight isn’t difficult,” Wu Heng explained.
“Hmm.” Slyther acknowledged. He looked at him again and said softly, “Be careful in the future. The Church of Divine Punishment lost an elder and there maybe some retaliation.”
“Thanks for the reminder, Vice-executive.”
After Wu Heng said thank you, a question suddenly flashed in his mind, and he asked directly, “In the battle last night, the elder of the Church of Divine Punishment suddenly grew a layer of scales. Is this also a skill?
Slyther is a Secret Speaker in the association.
He collects all kinds of information and secrets. He might not be learned, but he definitely knows a lot.
Certainly more than him.
Slyther raises his wine glass and takes a light sip, before continuing, “The elder of the Church of Divine Punishment, Bawudong, is rumored to have awakened his bloodline in the slave beast cage, gaining abilities that normal people do not have. Some say it is the legendary black dragon, while others say it’s a demonic python.
“But in the end, there isn’t a correct answer. Maybe even Bawudong doesn’t
know what he inherited.”
Bloodline?
Black dragon, demonic python?
In a magic world, the concept of awakening a bloodline is acceptable to me.
But still not quite clear, regardless of whether it is a dragon or a python or whatever, how did they produce human offspring?
Even if just a little, it has some impact on the knowledge we learned from textbooks.
“Oh, I see.” Wu Heng nodded to show he understood.
I didn’t express too much confusion to avoid making it clear that I didn’t understand anything.
The carriage moved forward with creaking sound.
The coachman’s reminder came, “Madam, we’re in the crowded area now.” “Thanks Mrs. Slyther for the lift. I’ll go back first.” Wu Heng stood up and said directly.
“Hmm, come to Money Cat when you have time, I’ll introduce you to some pretty girls, the more you interact with, the less nervous you will be.”
“Uh…okay.”
Wu Heng got up, got out of the carriage, and walked towards his residence with Basen.
And the carriage behind slowly turned around and left.
Arriving home.
A sense of fatigue spread over his body. After a simple breakfast, he asked Basen guard the door, and then went to bed to rest.
When he woke up, it was already noon.
After washing up, he went directly to the Zombie World.
In the living room.
Basen took off his armor, revealing his bony chest.
A rib was broken, and the two ribs nearby also had cracks.
This was from when the elder hit him with his knee in the fight last night.
If it was living, you could take medicine and let the body heal itself, but for the undead skeleton, it wasn’t so simple.
Wu Heng found a roll of red tape and wrapped the fracture a few times.
He said: “I’ll ask how to repair bones when I have the chance. Hold on for a while.”
Necromancy is also part of the Mage community. There must be a way to repair the bodies of undead skeletons, but Wu Heng, a wild Necromancer, didn’t know how yet.
All he could do was let Basen bear it for now. Once he figured it out, he would fix it.
After dealing with Basen, he went directly to the rooftop.
The Skeleton Warrior, still lined up neatly, four different sized Skeleton Dogs ran over wagging their tails.
Wu Heng took out a map, looked at it, and pointed at the location of the commercial street.
The three mutated dogs blocking the way have been killed by him, he could go to the commercial street now. There should be a lot of stock in the gold and silver shops.
In any world, money can solve 99% of problems.
After thinking about it, he gave order, “Follow me.”
Crash!
The Skeleton Warriors standing by sprang into action and followed him
downstairs.