The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse-Chapter 558 - 458 Is the Little Ghost yours

Chapter 558: Chapter 458, Is the Little Ghost yours?

Chapter 558 -458, Is the Little Ghost yours?

Like a miniature landscape.

The island, the ships, and everything in the Emerald Sea were all clearly displayed across the entire sand table.

Originally, I believed the Island Master, ‘Occam’, might deduce the routes of all merchant ships based on personal abilities or information from the port’s ships.

Now it seems, he entirely relied on this Special Item before him.

Which ship used which route.

It was all too clear.

It was also fortunate to have set the battlefield on Gold and Silver Island. If it had been at sea, with this god’s eye view, he would have been even harder to deal with.

I continued to look at the side effects.

Effective at the corresponding location.

“What does that mean? Can it only work within the Emerald Sea?”

“Or does it mean, at different locations, it can display the full picture of that area?”

Wu Heng scratched his chin.

I feel the first possibility is more likely.

After all, it’s called the Emerald Sand Table, corresponding to the Emerald Sea.

If it’s the latter, of course, that would be better. Then, whenever I arrive at a location, I could check the intelligence of that respective place.

It’s just like the map in a video game.

I’ll have to give it a try when I get the chance.

After looking at the most eye-catching Special Item, my gaze continued to fall on the second one.

A goose feather pen with a rather unique design, the tip dyed in bright red.

[Passionate Goose Feather Pen (Special Item)]

[Category: Special Item.]

[Effect: Can send letters to the person on your mind.]

[Side Effect: Uses living blood as ink.]

(Description: A stack of letters, bearing the earl’s soft and sweet affections for different lovers.)

Hmm?

Looking at this Special Item, Wu Heng’s eyebrows furrowed again.

The blank envelopes and letters were unrelated, obviously because this pen could directly transmit them after writing.

But from the description,

The pen’s original purpose was to write love letters for lovers.

With a special effect, ‘Occam’ used it to convey messages and assign tasks to pirates.

“Using a Special Item on a lover, no one does it quite like him.”

The effect is to deliver it to the person in mind.

This point should be inaccurately described.

Occam couldn’t possibly know every pirate captain, let alone the constant disappearance and establishment of new pirate groups.

More likely, he would use the sand table to determine the information of the pirate ships and then send the letters.

Or perhaps leveraging the Prophet profession to gather some intelligence on pirates.

Then send the letters.

“That should be it.”

The more I thought about it, the more reasonable it felt.

The side effect is using living blood as ink.

This point isn’t much of an issue, as animals also count as living beings and are easy to obtain.

Next to it was a jar of red liquid.

Opening it revealed a strong smell of blood, likely used for writing.

I must say, both of Occam’s Special Items were highly valuable.

Useful effects, small costs – the sand table had no cost at all.

If they were sold at a Consortium auction, they would surely fetch a higher price than even the most expensive Evil Sword.

Wu Heng looked at the pen and then put it back in its place.

“All doubts have been cleared.”

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How the other party knew about all the fleets’ routes, and how the blank envelopes were sent out.

When I saw the two Special Items, it all made sense.

My previous doubts seemed not so special, and I even thought of the Prophet profession as too powerful.

If any profession had these two kinds of Special Items,

They could gradually mobilize all the pirates.

But the Pirate King’s request for a Prophet to inherit it must have other reasons.

I’ll see if there’s anything special when I turn Skeletons later.

I hope the Association won’t take this body away.

There are still plenty of other items left.

[Scepter of the Wise][Tide Chain Shirt][Agile Longsword][Stamina Belt][…]…

The Space Ring contained quite a variety of items.

Both equipment and everyday items were not few in number.

After all, having reached the Island Master level, he was certainly wealthier.

I took them out one after another.

I threw the useless ones, personal clothes, and household items to the side. They’d be discarded later.

Then there was another Space Ring.

Wu Heng waved his hand casually, and barrels filled with gold and silver coins appeared in the open space in the middle.

Brimming and dazzling.

Wow, he’s so rich!

It seems that the bounty on me wasn’t even worth mentioning.

Is being an Island Master this lucrative?

Or is it the wealth of the Pirate King’s treasure or the savings accumulated from being a pirate?

Either way, it’s all mine now.

“Indeed, taking from others is the quickest way to wealth.”

Creak~!

At that moment, the door opened.

Andre Willow, Mini, Philippa, and Millicent, the four women who had finished their meal, came back.

Mini was even holding breakfast she had bought for me.

When they saw the barrels full of gold coins in the room,

All four of their eyes widened.

Philippa was the first to rush over, hugging a barrel filled with gold coins, “Wow, is this ‘Occam’s’ money? There’s so much of it, we’re rich!”

As she spoke, she grabbed a handful to stash away in her own Space Ring.

Mini stepped forward, grabbing her, “What are you doing? This all belongs to the master; why are you pocketing it?”

“What’s it to you if I take some? I nearly died at sea, is my life not worth money?” Philippa brushed off the arm that caught her.

Mini insisted, “You were also rescued from jail by the master; otherwise, you’d be long dead.”

“I’ve captured so many pirates for him.”

“You have to keep what you’re given.”

Millicent also added, “Philippa, put it back, you’re a member of the Association now, not on the high seas anymore.”

Seeing no one siding with her,

Philippa tossed back the coins she had taken, “Who needs it.”

After saying that, she sat down to the side, huffy.

Andre Willow then came over and asked, “Master, what did the Steward say?”

“The Association’s reinforcements will arrive by noon, and by evening the island will be safe,” Wu Heng began to eat breakfast as he casually replied.

“When are we going back home?” Mini asked.

“Wait a moment, you all go back first, and Wei’er, you should go back with them. I’ll stay behind at the association,” Wu Heng said.

“Oh, then we’ll go back earlier to tidy up the yard a bit,” Ao said.

After the meal, Wu Heng collected all the money and items.

The women left the association and returned to their dwelling.

On the way, Philippa walked with a swagger, the Emblem of the Secret Speaker displayed on her chest.

After all, her image had appeared on the wanted poster before.

Especially now, with a large-scale crackdown on pirates on the island, it was better to avoid any misunderstandings.

…

The midday sun hung high in the sky.

In the distant sea, three ships were gradually approaching in the direction of Gold and Silver Island.

“There has been a battle ahead; the sea is filled with the wreckage of sunken ships,” came the voice of a sailor from the lookout tower.

Onboard, many members and stewards from the association went to the bow of the ship and looked towards the distance.

Near the port of Gold and Silver Island, the sea was littered with broken planks and debris.

The closer they got, the murkier the waters appeared, like entering a swamp.

Some people in small boats were salvaging bodies from the sea.

“It’s over, we’ve come too late.”

“Occam really isn’t honest, daring to make a move against the association.”

“Imilo miscalculated the time, if we had come a bit earlier, we might have been able to prevent this accident.”

“I wonder if Imilo can survive. If something happens to him, the association might make Gold and Silver Island disappear.”

The crowd discussed among themselves.

Footsteps were heard from behind.

An elderly human Mage with white hair and beard, wearing a grey robe, stepped out.

“Dean Gianvito.”

The crowd bowed in greeting.

The old Mage nodded, looking at the situation ahead.

He flicked his robe.

A magic scouting spell flew swiftly towards the front.

At the same time, a number of Tamed Beasts also headed towards Gold and Silver Island.

Through the vision of the Tamed Beasts,

at the port, there were workers repairing the docks, Skeletons on guard, and members of patrol squads.

At that moment, a figure slowly emerged from the carriages by the roadside.

Blond hair, blue eyes, and dressed in a crisp and elegant noble outfit.

Imilo?

He’s unharmed?

Then this place…?

Aboard the association’s ship.

Seeing Imilo come out, the crowd was somewhat surprised.

It seemed different from what they had imagined, at least Imilo was unharmed.

The old Mage’s scouting spell returned, having observed the situation on the island as well.

He spoke gravely, “Approach the island, go ashore.”

The ship moved forward again, and after successfully docking, everyone disembarked onto the battered pier.

“Dean Gianvito,” Imilo nodded and said flatly.

The old Mage looked around, “Steward Imilo, what has happened to Gold and Silver Island…?”

“Let’s go to the association, we will talk on the way,” Imilo said while a few carriages stopped nearby.

The association members who had come to provide support boarded the carriages one by one.

Imilo and the old Mage rode in the same carriage.

On the carriage, Imilo briefly recounted the events.

The old Mage’s eyebrows lifted slightly, surprised, “You’re saying that the Vice-executive killed ‘Occam’ and also repelled hundreds of pirate ships?”

Imilo nodded, “Indeed.”

“Steward Imilo, are you trying to get him recognized by the association?”

“I would never speak rashly about such a matter,” Imilo said with a serious tone.

The old Mage felt his own words were somewhat inappropriate and nodded with a smile, “Then I shall have to meet this young man.”

…

“Uncle, many high-level professionals have arrived outside,” Xiao Xiao flew back and whispered.

“Where?” Wu Heng asked.

“At the front gate, and there’s an old guy dressed like Gandalf,” Xiao Xiao said.

“Who is Gandalf?” Glenda asked.

“Ah, an old man capable of magic, very powerful. I’ll show you tonight,” Xiao Xiao replied.

From the office window, one could not see the association gate unless one stuck one’s head out to catch a glimpse.

“Let me have a look,” Wu Heng said.

Xiao Xiao immediately dived into his body.

The scene at the association’s entrance appeared in his mind.

Quite a few carriages were parked at the entrance.

A number of people descended, and the one who came in with Imilo was the white-bearded old man holding a wooden staff.

Level 18, other people behind them were professionals of level 15 and 12.

Such a lineup, if they had arrived a day earlier,

could indeed have stopped the actions of the pirates.

Wrong, Occam had the Emerald Sand Table, and he could have seen every move of the association’s ships.

There would have been other measures in place.

Thump, thump, thump!

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

“Vice-executive Wu Heng, Steward Imilo asks you to come to the office,” the voice of a staff member came from outside.

“I understand,” he replied, standing up from the chair.

He looked at Glenda, “You go back first; I need to visit the Steward’s Office.”

Glenda dived back into his body.

Wu Heng opened the door and walked out.

…

Upon arriving at the Steward’s Office,

he knocked lightly on the door and after receiving a response, walked straight in.

Inside the office, besides Imilo and the white-bearded old man, there were also a few Investigators with papers and pens in their hands.

“Wu Heng, this is Dean Gianvito, the leader of the reinforcements for Gold and Silver Island,” Imilo introduced the old man.

Then he continued to introduce Wu Heng, “Wu Heng, Vice-executive of Gold and Silver Island, whose contributions to the pirate take-over incident cannot be dismissed.”

“It was all thanks to the Steward’s good command; I just followed orders,” Wu Heng said.

Imilo nodded slightly with a cool expression on his face.

The old man didn’t respond but scrutinized him up and down.

“The Little Ghost at the door earlier, is that your Spirit Servant? How did you acquire it?”