Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Beacon Street.

All the pubs were packed with people.

There are also many bards in the streets, standing on wooden boxes, stone bricks, or simple stages, reading stories from newspapers aloud.

The whole street was crowded with people.

The island seems to be shrouded in a literary atmosphere.

Those dignitaries who came to gold and silver for the first time.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I felt indescribable surprise.

The whole island was like a festival and everyone's emotions were aroused.

And it’s just because the newspapers can’t be delivered.

"I found out that the newspaper is published by the island owner's mansion, with one issue every seven days. In addition to information from various places, it mainly contains serialized detective stories. I heard that the stories are written based on the island owner's personal experiences and are very popular on the island." A servant said softly after coming back from inquiring about the information.

The several dignitaries who gathered together also frowned.

"You mean, this happens every seven days?"

The attendant shook his head, "I heard that the first few issues were released in 3 or 5 days."

Everyone looked at the crowd, their eyes widening a little.

"I know about the newspapers. Our caravan has sold them to other places, but the results were average. I didn't expect them to be so popular on the island."

"Isn't it said that this is a pirate island? Why do you like reading this kind of book?"

"This island owner is really amazing. The island has changed so much."

"I heard that the first issue of the story can still be purchased at the City Hall. Let's go and take a look. I want to see what his previous experiences were."

"Let's go together."

……

Island owner's mansion.

Wu Heng sat on the stone bench in the courtyard with a blueprint in his hand.

Opposite is an open crack and a stone door.

Inside the stone gate, accessories were created out of thin air, and then continued to form new accessories to form larger accessories.

Even if it seems to be generated out of thin air, it is still quite complicated.

If I hadn't referred to the drawings and worked through them page by page, I would have had no idea where I was.

"I hope it will succeed." Wu Heng said.

In order to build the electromagnetic gun, he cancelled all the artillery positions and soldier caves he had built, and they no longer had any effect on combat.

Now it's more like a large warehouse.

If it fails or fails to achieve the expected results, then I will have wasted so much energy and time.

While the parts were being assembled here, three ghosts flew back one after another.

"Uncle, are you playing with building blocks? Please build a castle for me!" Xiaoxiao said from the side.

"Weapons, modern high-tech!" Wu Heng patted the blueprint in his hand and asked, "How is the effect this time?"

"It's about the same as before, the pub is full of people." Xiaoxiao replied.

Beni also said, "Everyone is guessing what will happen next!"

Wu Heng looked at Granda, "Granda, as an author, didn't you do any research?"

Glenda came back to his senses as if in a trance, "I went, and the reaction was similar to the previous one. The beginning of the story has a limited number of words, and the murder will appear later."

Wu Heng looked at her strangely, nodded and said, "It's OK as long as the effect is good. You guys go and get busy. There have been a lot of people coming to the island recently, and some of them may be of higher level. Be careful when you go out to play."

"Okay." Xiao Xiao agreed, "Sister Benny, let's go to the movies."

Benny nodded and flew towards the study.

Wu Heng looked at Glenda, "Glenda, what's wrong with you?"

Glenda hesitated, but still said, "When I was leaving, I saw a familiar figure, and then he disappeared in the blink of an eye. Maybe I was talking about the past these two days and thought too much."

Yesterday, Wu Heng inquired in detail about her husband.

Whether telling it to others or telling myself, all of this is in the past and life is pretty good now.

She can read books and write stories. Although her husband rejects writing stories, she is extremely popular on the island.

Of course, the welcome may not be very positive.

However, after bringing it up again last night, I could no longer remain calm. I could always imagine myself being dragged into the basement and watching the other person knock over the oil lamp.

The pungent smell of oil enveloped the entire basement, and then a huge fire filled the room.

Her husband was blocking the stairs, watching her struggling for help, and watching her being engulfed by the fire bit by bit.

"Are you sure it's him?" Wu Heng asked with a frown.

Glenda thought about it seriously and said, "Maybe not. He doesn't have your abilities, and he won't live long. Maybe it's just his back and figure that look like you."

Wu Heng said: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. When this exhibition is over, we will go find him."

"Actually...it doesn't matter whether we find it or not." said Glenda.

"There must be a result. Give yourself an explanation, and leave the rest to me." Wu Heng promised.

Glenda smiled, "Okay."

"Come, let me hug you!" Wu Heng opened his arms.

"If you are sick, ghosts will tease you."

Glinda flew down and was embraced by the void.

……

Association, door.

An old man dressed in neat aristocratic clothes slowly got off the carriage.

It was a difficult journey along the way.

From time to time, the roads were blocked and carriages had to squeeze through the crowds before they could move forward slowly.

I'm afraid it's not much faster than walking.

He glanced around and walked directly into the hall with his servants.

After asking the staff, he walked directly to the deputy deacon's study.

I knocked on the door and heard a response.

He smiled and walked straight in.

Behind the desk, Archdeacon Skeeter was reading a newspaper in his hand. He frowned as he glanced at the figure that came in and raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Magnolo, I almost didn't recognize you."

The old Magnolo smiled softly and saluted, "Deacon Skeeter."

Skeeter put down the newspaper and immediately stood up and walked out. "Hurry up and sit down. Let's stop being so polite."

Magnolo straightened up and sat down beside him, and the archdeacon Skeeter also sat opposite him.

"Mr. Magnolo, are you here to attend the exhibition?" Skeeter asked.

Magnolo nodded, "The owner of Wuheng Island is a young talent, and he is valued by the association. The Chamber of Commerce asked me to represent him to participate in the exhibition and also to build some closer relations."

"Are you back from the island owner?" Skeeter asked.

"I haven't been there yet. I came here first."

Skeeter was stunned, "Magnolo, that's too polite!"

Logically, you should visit the island owner first, and then visit your friends after you have finished your business.

Magnolo smiled and said, "I do want to visit the island owner, but I am not familiar with Wu Heng Island Owner. I want to ask the deputy deacon about his preferences, or what gift I can give to express my gratitude."

Skeeter also realized that this person came to him to gather information.

"Actually... I haven't had much contact with the island master Wu Heng, so why don't I introduce you to the deacon? She's more familiar with him."

"That's too much trouble." Magnolo shook his head. "I'm just asking casually."

He leaned forward and said, "I heard that Island Master Wu Heng was once a captain in Rentam City. Is that true?"