Apocalypse: Mad Necromancer’s Troops

Chapter 89, Do You Have a Backup Plan?

 

Yazde's eyes were vacant, staring blankly in Wu Heng's direction.

 

Wu Heng directly asked, "To deal with me, did you have any backup plans?"

 

Yazde replied, "No, you're just a newly recruited member, not worth the effort."

 

Damn, why does that feel like an insult?

 

"If you had succeeded, what would have been your next step?"

 

"I've already submitted a transfer request in your name. I would leave here and go to an unknown place. In a few years, no one would remember you."

 

Damn, so there was a plan after all.

 

Considering his current merits, a transfer outside could even make him eligible for a captain-level position.

 

"What assets do you have?" Wu Heng continued to ask.

 

"In Blackstone Town, I have a residence, some assets stored with the Serpent Emblem Consortium, and the rest are in the space ring."

 

"How do I use this space ring?"

 

"Just try to connect with it using your mental power, and you'll be able to use it."

 

There was only one last question left.

 

Wu Heng thought for a moment and continued, "Do you have any other affiliations or special identities?"

 

"The Adventurer's Guild, and the Tianyan Esoteric Order."

 

After saying this, Yazde collapsed to the floor with a thud.

 

So, besides the Adventurer's Guild, Yazde was also a member of some strange secret organization.

 

Another one of those weird groups.

 

Never heard of it, but it doesn't really matter.

 

As long as it doesn't involve me, that's fine.

 

Wu Heng bent down and removed the space ring from Yazde's finger.

 

The ring looked quite ordinary, made of silver with a faceted white shard set on top.

 

He wiped it clean with his shirt and put it on his finger.

 

Attempting to connect with the space ring using his mental power, he immediately sensed the separate space within the ring.

 

There were no complicated rituals like blood recognition as in novels; it was even simpler than he had imagined.

 

Inside, there were quite a few items. Besides clothing and daily necessities, Wu Heng's gaze fell on a treasure chest.

 

With a thought, the chest appeared in front of him with a thud as it hit the ground.

 

He opened it directly.

 

On top were storage receipts from the Serpent Emblem Consortium, and below were neatly stacked silver coins.

 

Considering Yazde's position as a Guild Steward, it wasn't surprising that he had accumulated so much money.

 

Wu Heng put the chest back into the ring.

 

His eyes then fell on the wooden staff on the ground.

 

【Sacrificial Staff (Artifact)】

 

(Description: The dark god can grant your wishes, but he will also take what interests him.)

 

This staff was indeed an artifact.

 

Wu Heng wanted to pick it up but hesitated, stopping his hand in mid-air.

 

But this staff was different from the ring.

 

Yazde had always worn white gloves; if he hadn't taken them off earlier, Wu Heng wouldn't have noticed the ring.

 

This staff, however, was something he carried openly, and everyone had seen it.

 

Yazde's death here was already hard to explain. If Wu Heng took the most conspicuous item, it would make it easy for others to keep investigating.

 

Moreover, an artifact used to make deals with a dark god was a dangerous thing.

 

After considering it, he decided not to take it.

 

At that moment, Xiaoxiao flew back from outside.

 

Hovering in the air, she said, "Uncle, I flew around the hall, and there’s an uncle guarding the door."

 

Someone at the door?

 

Could they have overheard the conversation?

 

Wu Heng let Xiaoxiao return to his body and immediately saw the scene at the door.

 

He saw a man in silver armor, holding a longsword, standing not far from the door as if he was on watch, looking from side to side.

 

Arnel, the captain of the first squad.

 

Wu Heng's frown deepened.

 

Yazde said there were no backup plans, so why was Arnel still standing guard outside?

 

This made Wu Heng begin to suspect that something had gone wrong.

 

Or maybe the answers he got weren't entirely accurate.

 

After thinking it over, he decided to go out and test the situation.

 

He unlocked his holster, checked the safety, and gripped the short spear hanging on the side of his backpack.

 

Opening the door, he stepped outside.

 

Arnel turned to look at him.

 

The two locked eyes, neither saying a word.

 

But when Arnel saw Barson following behind, his face suddenly changed, and he drew his sword, slashing at Wu Heng.

 

Clang~!

 

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

 

The short spear blocked the downward slash firmly.

 

Arnel was shocked that a mage could so steadily block his strike, showing a look of surprise in his eyes.

 

Wu Heng then kicked him in the chest.

 

With a thud, Arnel staggered back several steps, his expression even more incredulous.

 

Meanwhile, Barson immediately drew his blade and charged forward, while Wu Heng drew his pistol, ready to finish him off.

 

Arnel moved quickly, instantly pulling out a scroll and tearing it open.

 

Boom~!

 

Thick smoke filled the area, obscuring visibility.

 

Then came the sound of rapid footsteps as he fled.

 

Barson dashed into the smoke, and after hesitating for a moment, Wu Heng followed, chasing the blurred figure of Barson.

 

They reached the side of the staircase and saw Arnel jump out of a window.

 

Wu Heng and Barson followed suit, jumping down as well.

 

At this point, Wu Heng had only one thought in his mind.

 

As a necromancer, if he let Arnel live, there was a risk that he would turn the situation against him, making things even more complicated.

 

When they reached the street outside the Guild, bustling with people, Wu Heng suddenly stopped.

 

Blindly chasing him like this might not be the right move.

 

Besides, Arnel was quick, already disappearing into the crowd.

 

Damn~!

 

Wu Heng stood there, contemplating his next move.

 

After thinking for a while, he decided to return to the Guild and assess the situation.

 

If things really started to go against him, he could test Deputy Steward Slater's attitude or flee during the night.

 

.........

 

Wu Heng cautiously returned to the Guild.

 

As he reached the entrance, he noticed that the previously quiet Guild was now filled with people.

 

His heart skipped a beat.

 

Had someone already discovered Yazde’s body?

 

He moved a bit closer, and Yuli quickly walked up to him, saying, "Wu Heng, where have you been?"

 

“Huh? What’s going on?”

 

“Yazde is dead!” Yuli said in a low voice.

 

At that moment, someone in the distance carried out a body covered with a white sheet.

 

From the half-exposed sleeve, it was clearly Yazde’s body.

 

“How did he die?” Wu Heng asked.

 

“Just like that. They found a suicide note on his desk. My aunt read it; apparently, he knew he was going to die and left some instructions,” Yuli explained, looking around as she spoke.

 

A suicide note?

 

It seemed Yazde had planned things even more thoroughly.

 

If he had succeeded in taking over Wu Heng's body, the handwritten note on the desk would have been the perfect way to clear himself of any guilt.

 

He also feared that by replacing Wu Heng, he might attract unnecessary trouble.

 

Yazde had certainly taught Wu Heng a lesson.

 

No matter how low-profile you are, once you show wealth disproportionate to your strength, someone will take notice.

 

“What’s wrong?” Yuli looked up at him and then continued, “By the way, wasn’t the Steward looking for you? Did he say anything?”

 

“He just talked about the merits for this mission. I didn’t expect that he’d be dead so soon after,” Wu Heng replied.

 

Now that things had reached this point, Wu Heng decided not to reveal any more details.

 

Yazde was dead, and he had survived.

 

That was a good enough outcome.

 

Saying more would only cause more trouble.

 

As for Arnel’s escape, it didn’t really matter.

 

With Yazde’s own suicide note, even if Arnel returned and claimed Wu Heng killed Yazde, it would be hard for him to make the case.

 

Moreover, his plan was already difficult to justify, so the chances of him revealing it were slim.

 

It was the potential for secretive moves that Wu Heng had to watch out for.

 

Soon, people from the town hall arrived to inspect the body and the study.

 

From their actions and conversations, it didn’t seem like they found anything unusual.

 

Next, they began preparing Yazde’s funeral.

 

Since he had no heirs, the Guild would handle the arrangements.

 

.........

 

In the Deputy Steward’s office.

 

The entire Guild was now being managed by the Deputy Steward.

 

It seemed Slater had finally taken control of the Guild.

 

“Did you see Yazde just now?”