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Chapter 572: Chapter 469, I Can Be the Bait (Second Update, Deleted Everything Written During the Day.)

Chapter 572: Chapter 469, I Can Be the Bait (Second Update, Deleted Everything Written During the Day.)

But there’s also the possibility that someone is collecting information on the parts and will figure out how to create firearms.

With the current technological level of this world, firearms can be completely manufactured; it’s just that there hasn’t been development in this direction.

Let the Mechanist draw up the designs for now; we’ll see what happens later.

Leaving the Mechanist’s room.

Wu Heng continued on to the Alchemy Room.

Several level 15 Skeleton Alchemy Warlocks stood before the experiment table, conducting experiments.

They were purifying materials or fusing elixirs.

Wu Heng glanced over and then returned to his own study.

…

Back in the study.

Wu Heng sat behind his desk, beginning to ponder the developments ahead.

For now, the Mechanist seems capable of remaking modern firearms.

The firearms may not be that important; the main thing is the production of bullets and shells.

I’ve got the blueprints for the bullets, and obtaining the rest of the firearms and shells through various outside channels shouldn’t be too difficult.

“Now it all depends on how the association decides to handle things,” Wu Heng tapped his fingers on the desk.

If they appoint me as the Island Master, then I’ll have more than enough territory to build factories to produce the weapons and equipment I need.

If the association still doesn’t trust me and transfers me to another place to serve as a Steward,

that would be troublesome.

I still can’t break free from the support of the association, and would Shanaela choose to leave with me?

I’ll need her help for purchasing many materials in the future.

Wu Heng thought to himself.

Suddenly, his Perception detected something.

With a flick of his hand, a black cloak that shielded scouting magic appeared on his body, enveloping his entire figure, as he donned the Illusion Veil again.

He took on the appearance of a woman.

Almost at the same time, an invisible Scouting Scroll flew rapidly into the room.

It circled around and left the room.

Was someone looking for me?

With a thought, Wu Heng summoned Glenda and Xiao Xiao to fly out.

Xiao Xiao, curious, asked, “Uncle, do you also dress like this at home?”

She seemed quite curious about his heavily cloaked appearance.

Wu Heng said, “Someone has released scouting magic here. Glenda, follow and see, maintain distance and don’t get caught. Xiao Xiao, stand guard, and remember to notify me immediately if there’s any danger.”

“Okay!”

The two ghosts responded in unison.

Glenda pursued through the window, while Xiao Xiao glided through the roof, beginning to guard the surroundings.

Wu Heng did not disturb the two maids but arranged for all the skeletons to be stationed around.

If the ghosts returned with danger, it would not be too late to wake the two maids.

…

Shortly after.

Glenda flew back in.

She spoke gravely, “Found them.”

“Who is it?” Wu Heng asked, curious.

Glenda said, “They were wearing a cloak, and I could only determine they had a substantial build, and, they’re an 18th-level professional.”

18th level!

Wu Heng’s eyelids twitched.

Am I really so influential now?

There’s an 18th-level professional coming to scout my place.

They’re really taking me seriously.

“Where are they now?” Wu Heng asked, his expression serious.

“Gone, I watched them head toward Lighthouse Street and fearing discovery, I didn’t follow,” Glenda drifted to the other side.

They probably chose to leave without finding me.

Wu Heng nodded, “You and Xiao Xiao, guard around the building, and let me know if there’s danger.”

“Alright, don’t worry, 18th-level professionals stand out like a pillar of light to us. We’ll notice them coming close,” Glenda reassured.

“Yeah.”

Glenda made a half circle and flew out again, joining Xiao Xiao to scout the surroundings.

Wu Heng sat back down at his desk.

He frowned and pondered the identity of the other party.

On the island, 18th-level professionals include Imilo and that ‘Gandalf’ old Mage.

The old Mage coming to scout me?

It doesn’t seem right, we can meet at the association, and the method of the Scouting Scroll doesn’t seem like something a Mage could use.

Then who else could it be?

Wu Heng’s mind flashed to the wanted poster he had seen during the day.

An 18th-level Witch.

A Divine Punishment Church Guardian!

“The person outside is a woman, huh? Glenda said the person outside was burly….”

No conclusion had been reached.

And she dared not venture into Zombie World, lest her pursuers find her and her two maids get involved.

So, she simply put on a cloak, donned an Illusion Veil, and went to bed to rest.

…

Daybreak.

In a cabin at the port.

The bald, thick-browed Guardian of the Divine Punishment Church, arms folded, said, “We don’t have that much time to drag this out.”

Opposite him, a woman’s voice rang out, “Then what do you suggest we do? Can you even kill your way onto the island?”

“Tonight, if we still haven’t found our chance, let’s just kidnap the women around him first. He’ll have to show up then,” the bald man said.

“By then, he’ll notify Imilo first. Only a fool would go deliver himself to death,” the woman scoffed.

“Then we kill these women and leave this place, explaining the situation to the Bishop.”

“You’re insane, why do you have to be so ruthless? Killing him brings us no advantage,” the woman exclaimed in shock.

She had no intention of getting involved in the Pirates’ affairs.

She hadn’t taken over Gold and Silver Island and had even gotten herself onto a wanted list.

Now, they had to deal with that Vice-executive.

What good would killing him do?

Now they had to kill his people too. If they really went through with it, there would truly be no room for conciliation.

“Even if we can’t kill him, he should still pay a price. That’s also the Bishop’s intention,” the bald man said as he wiped his head with a towel, “If you’re scared, just go to Conch Tavern, there’s a woman there who’s his informant. I’ll deal with the others.”

The woman hesitated to speak but ultimately said, “As you wish.”

…

The Association.

Wu Heng had brought Mini and Andre Willow to the Association.

He had them stay in the study.

He went directly to the Steward’s Office.

He knocked on the door lightly and, upon receiving a response,

He walked in.

Inside the room, besides Imilo, an old Mage with a white beard was also in the study, holding a wooden staff in one hand and sipping tea with the other.

“Steward, Dean,” Wu Heng greeted.

The old Mage nodded.

Imilo then asked, “Is there something you need?”

Wu Heng glanced at the old Mage sitting on the sofa and still spoke up, “Steward, last night, a Level 18 professional went to my house. He didn’t enter but used a Scouting Scroll to survey my residence from the outside.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell instantly silent.

Imilo turned his head to look at the old Mage on the sofa.

The old Mage’s gaze still rested on Wu Heng, “Are you sure it was a Level 18 professional?”

“I can confirm it,” Wu Heng said solemnly.

Imilo also followed up with a question, “Since you saw him, do you know what he looked like, any distinctive features?”

At first, when Wu Heng mentioned the Level 18 professional,

Imilo had a moment of suspicion about the old Mage, considering his previous interest in Wu Heng.

But, clearly, it wasn’t him, and he wouldn’t be resorting to such a clumsy method.

Now, he was even more curious as to why there was another Level 18 professional on the island.

And why he came to the island so secretly to scout out the Association’s Vice-executive.

Wu Heng said, “I didn’t see a face. It was late at night. The person was wearing a cloak, and by build, he seemed burly.”

After finishing, he added, “I’m not sure if he was using any items to alter his appearance.”

The study fell into a brief silence.

Imilo looked at the old Mage, “Dean Gianvito, it seems your departure time will have to be delayed.”

It seemed the Association’s reinforcements were planning to leave soon.

The old Mage spoke indifferently, “Pushing back our departure by a little doesn’t matter. We are here to support Gold and Silver Island after all. If it’s just one person, the two of us should handle it without a problem.”

“Handling a Level 18 professional is possible, but we must arrange it in advance to avoid casualties among the island’s residents, otherwise, we won’t be able to explain it to the Association,” Imilo said.

“Of course, any action must be taken in a remote area,” he asserted.

Unlike the previous Pirate attack,

The Pirate attack was a forced defense; many considerations could be ignored.

Now, it was different; there was much more to consider.

And a Level 18 professional, if truly uncontrolled and fighting broke out, their combat power was significant, especially combat professionals, comparable to bombers.

Others might not consider civilians in the vicinity, but the Association had to take them into account.

“To ensure the battle doesn’t affect the town’s residents, it’s best to set the battleground at sea or an undeveloped area nearby,” Imilo said, familiar with the islands’ map and suggesting suitable locations.

The old Mage nodded in agreement.

Imilo continued to look at Wu Heng, “Do you have a way to set the battleground outside?”

Wu Heng glanced at him, slightly speechless.

What kind of question was that?

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Wasn’t it redundant?

But after all, he was the one in danger, needing help from these two people in front of him.

With a decisive tone, he declared, “I can act as bait to lure him out.”