NOVEL NEXT Chapter 50: Swordsmanship and Winged Sword
Chapter 50: Swordsmanship and Winged Sword
Not a burial? Direct cremation?
Isn't this a bit targeted?
"Along with the other corpses from the Divine Punishment Sect." Otterluck saw his serious expression and continued, "Not going through with the conversion will save you a lot of trouble. Wait a few years, and with your merits, you'll become a captain. After that, you'll have plenty of opportunities."
Everyone can see Blackstone Town's attitude towards necromancers.
If they really let him convert a Level 12 corpse, it would only raise more suspicions about whether something special is going on.
Moreover, how long has it been since Wu Heng became an adventurer? He's already got a Level 3 merit on his record. Later, when he's transferred to a place where the rules aren't as strict, he'll have plenty of chances to obtain skeletons.
There's no need to be stubborn about this.
Some things can't be changed by one person; it's more about adapting and accepting.
"Hmm, if they don't allow it, then forget it." Wu Heng sat down and asked, "Where will the corpses be cremated?"
"That's our mission tonight. Kavina is still recovering, so you, I, and Yuli will need to cooperate with the guards to cremate one of the bodies."
"One of the bodies? They're cremating them separately?"
"The First and Second Squads are in charge of the elder's corpse. We're responsible for the corpse of the crow-controlling member and two other ordinary members."
"Oh, I see." Wu Heng nodded.
"The cremation is scheduled for dusk. I'll send someone to your place to notify you; don't forget," Otterluck reminded.
"Alright, I got it, Captain."
Leaving the guild, Wu Heng headed straight home.
His mind was occupied with thoughts about the corpse.
Both Blackstone Town and the guild didn't approve of his conversion.
Now, he had two choices: either let it go for now, as the Captain suggested, and wait for future opportunities.
After all, high-level skeletons won't be hard to come by later.
That giant mutated zombie, with its displayed combat strength, should be on par with the Level 12 elder.
The second option is to figure out a way before the cremation, as long as he can transport the corpse to the zombie world, they won't have any evidence.
But he must be careful not to let anyone find out.
Pondering over his options, Wu Heng returned home.
After organizing his things, he left with Barson once more.
He headed outside the town, boarded a carriage with no signs, and headed to a distant location.
.........
The carriage drove into the estate from yesterday.
After paying the entrance fee at the gate, they went directly into the hall.
At this time, the black market wasn't very crowded, and there were few stalls.
Wu Heng casually strolled through the stalls, not finding anything he particularly needed, but he did spot the vendor from last night selling the burial shroud.
Still in the same pose, almost as if frozen.
After a casual glance, he headed straight up to the second floor.
The layout on the second floor was somewhat similar to the adventurer's guild.
Directly in front was a bar counter, with a middle-aged man standing behind it. To the side was a lounge area and a bulletin board.
Posted on the board were various bounties, including ones for contraband and information.
Impressive, this place is like an underground adventurer's guild, following a similar format.
But with fewer restrictions, it's a more open platform.
After a quick glance around, Wu Heng approached the counter.
The middle-aged man straightened his collar and stood up with a respectful attitude. "Hello, sir."
Wu Heng nodded slightly and took out the receipt from his pocket, placing it on the counter and pushing it forward. "I want to retrieve everything."
"Oh, alright, please wait in the lounge." The man guided him to a room to wait.
Shortly after, the door opened again, and two tall women entered, each holding a wooden box.
One was flat, about the size of a cosmetics gift box, and the other was long, possibly containing a scroll, staff, or sword.
"Sir, these are the items you stored here."
The women placed the boxes on the table, bowed, and exited the room.
After they left, Wu Heng first opened the flat wooden box.
On top was a book.
【Gray Eagle Swordsmanship】
(Description: A book that records a traditional swordsmanship style.)
A swordsmanship book?
So this world has such things?
He had thought that the swordsmen and warriors in this world relied on combat experience to hack away, but there really are things like swordsmanship.
He wondered if swordsmanship counted as a skill.
Beneath the book were neatly arranged silver coins.
A rough count suggested there were probably three or four hundred coins.
That's quite a fortune.
Next, he opened the long wooden box, revealing a slender metal sword.
The blade had a pattern resembling water ripples, and the guard was shaped like feathers, giving it a very elegant appearance.
【Silver Wing Water Pattern Sword】
(Description: Grants the user the effect of 'Swiftness,' making the body light and senses sharp.)
No wonder those wanted criminals were so determined to retrieve this item.
Magical items are expensive, and a longsword like this, which appeals to many, could fetch an astronomical price.
After storing both items away,
Wu Heng pulled a nearby cord, and a bell rang at the door.
A female staff member entered again, bowed, and asked, "Sir, do you have any other requests?"
"I'd like to exchange some silver coins."
"Sir, are you exchanging goods or equivalent currency?"
"Gold."
The woman was visibly surprised, glancing up briefly before quickly lowering her head again. "Alright, sir, please wait a moment."
The door closed, and soon opened again.
The middle-aged man from before entered with some equipment, "Sir, you're exchanging for silver coins? Our exchange rate is 1 gold coin for 1,000 silver coins."
The currency ratio in this world is 100 copper coins equal to 1 silver coin, and 1,000 silver coins equal to 1 gold coin.
In everyday life, silver coins can cover most expenses, and an average person might never see a gold coin in their lifetime.
But gold coins do exist, and shops and financial institutions are happy to provide convenient exchanges.
"Alright." Wu Heng took out a 30-gram gold bar and placed it on the table.
He had only seen what a gold bar looked like in the jewelry store.
A 30-gram gold bar was much smaller than he had imagined.
Normally, a gold coin issued by the kingdom weighs 33 grams.
"Please wait a moment, sir."
The man began to verify and weigh the gold bar.
After confirming everything, he said, "The gold is fine; we'll top up the amount to 1,000 silver coins."
He meant that the gold was slightly underweight, but they would still exchange it as if it were 33 grams.
It seems this financial group prefers gold.
Soon, the silver coins were prepared.
A small chest full of them, and the man also handed over an emblem, speaking softly, "Sir, this emblem grants you access to certain special privileges."
"What privileges?"
"For example, if you have any matters you need help handling, you can post a commission with us, or if you need any specific tools or materials, we can procure them for you."
Wu Heng felt it wasn't bad; not as rigid as the guild.
After pocketing the emblem, Barson took the chest of silver coins from the man.
They then headed back down to the first floor.
Approaching the vendor selling the ancient items, Wu Heng asked, "What is this?"
"A shroud, its effect is to conceal one's form."
"What's the cost?" Wu Heng asked knowingly.
"A living being using it will feel some discomfort, but nothing severe."
"How much?"
"1,500 silver coins."
"Alright, I'll take it." Wu Heng instructed Barson to put down the money and hand it over.
The black-robed vendor counted the silver coins, nodded, and said, "Take it."
"Hold it," Wu Heng ordered Barson.
Barson bent down and picked up the shroud.
After another brief look around the black market, Wu Heng turned and left.
.........
Dusk, Adventurer's Guild.
The underground morgue.
Each squad confirmed the appearance of the corpses before tying the linen shrouds tightly.
Then they roughly lifted the bodies and carried them outside.
Wu Heng glanced in the direction the First Squad was leaving.
The ghost Xiaoxiao left his body and followed them.