Chapter 483 -398, Raising for 5 Years, Tormenting for 5 Years
They were both Deputy Stewards.
Yet the combat prowess Wu Heng displayed had far surpassed what ordinary Deputy Stewards could achieve.
“It’s still thanks to that type of weapon I have, you’ve seen it!” Wu Heng said directly.
Involving themselves in the battle with Xi Ligui.
It was, more often than not, the use of firearms.
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Xi Ligui didn’t inquire further and looking at him, she said, “Thank you, you saved me once again.”
Facing the traps the pirates had set in advance, anyone who felt there was no chance of winning could leave under the pretext of delivering a message, and then they would all die here.
The association would have no reasons to complain.
When Wu Heng left, Xi Ligui and the other team members also thought that Wu Heng had escaped.
But the reality was different from what they had thought.
Not only had Wu Heng killed those five Level 15 pirates, but he also came back after the killings.
He pulled everyone back from the brink of death.
And he killed all the pirates.
One person, taking down six Level 15 and several Level 10 pirates.
If word got out, it would be big enough to be the biggest news in the Emerald Sea.
In the future, aside from ‘Imilo’ expelling the pirates of Gold and Silver Island, there would be another rumor.
“Why be courteous, we agreed to help each other, never to abandon or give up,” Wu Heng said with a smile.
Xi Ligui also showed a smile, gathered her hair, tied it into a ponytail, and said, “You’re right, next time there’s danger, I’ll risk my life to save you too.”
Wu Heng paused, “I appreciate the sentiment, but I still hope there won’t be any danger.”
“That was poorly said on my part, we should all stay safe.”
“Yes!”
Xi Ligui continued to ask, “What do we do next? You killed so many villagers, even if it was a pirates’ village, it might be problematic if we can’t explain ourselves properly.”
The association has strict rules.
The purpose is to prevent people from acting recklessly in the name of the association.
Being a Necromancer, Wu Heng was already subject to some negative prejudice, and if this were reported back to the association, it could have serious consequences.
“There was no other choice at the time, you saw what happened. If some didn’t die, we would have been the ones to die at their hands,” Wu Heng stated.
“I know, so I came over to discuss with you, to see how we could best explain this situation,” Xi Ligui said, propping her chin with her hand, continuing.
Wu Heng thought for a moment, then stood up decisively, “Come on, I have proof, let’s go out for a bit.”
“What proof?”
“Let’s first go see the others, then take everyone with us,” Wu Heng walked outside.
Xi Ligui followed behind, complaining, “So secretive.”
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Stepping out of the room.
In the courtyard stood a large group of skeletons, as well as a few association members.
Before anyone else could speak, the local Deputy Steward approached them quickly, saying anxiously, “Deputy Steward Wu Heng, there’s a problem with these villagers, please give the association some time first.”
The massacre of the villagers indeed frightened this accompanying Deputy Steward considerably.
He had been standing guard outside all day, fearful that this Necromancer Deputy Steward, with unfaded malice in his heart, might display more ruthless tactics.
“What do you think is the problem with them?” Wu Heng asked, looking at him.
Hesitating for a moment, the other man said directly, “It’s obvious, they are colluding with the pirates, but we need to conduct a thorough investigation to understand exactly why and how they are connected.”
Wu Heng nodded, then continued, “Follow us, and you’ll get your explanation.”
“Oh, okay!” Hearing there was no more killing, he felt a wave of relief.
Following behind, they all headed toward another house in the village.
The door of the house was pushed open, and on two beds, one on the left and one on the right, lay two Investigators.
This profession was truly not suited for combat.
Even the aftershocks could injure them.
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“Greetings to the Deputy Stewards,” the two Investigators said stiffly.
Wu Heng approached and sat by the bed, “How are your injuries?”
“They’re manageable, but some bones were hurt.”
Wu Heng sighed, “It’s our fault for not protecting you well. When we return, I will submit a report to the association and record it in your files.”
“Thank you, Deputy Steward,” gratitude flickered in their eyes.
“Can you move?” Wu Heng asked further.
“Probably can’t get off the bed.”
“There are some clues here that you need to record. I’ll have someone carry you over,” Wu Heng said again.
“Bring someone over, we’re going to the east side.”
Two team members picked up the Investigators.
The large group made their way grandly following Wu Heng toward the east of the village.
All the villagers were being watched, leaving the village desolate.
They arrived at the cage where beggars were detained.
A foul stench hit their nostrils.
Inside the cage, the beggar was still sleeping, paying no mind to the crowd that had gathered around.
“Is he the beggar we encountered yesterday?” Xi Ligui asked.
“It seems that he has some connection to the Association,” Wu Heng explained, then added, “Open the cage and search inside.”
Creak~!
The iron cage opened, and the homeless man awoke in a fright.
He shouted and rushed out, only to be subdued by a small squad of people and brought under control.
Cavina, leading the rest of the group, entered the cage and after a brief search, found the piece of cloth that the ghost ‘Glenda’ had seen.
Cavina came out.
She shook the dirt off the cloth and read aloud, “Pirate massacre, men, women, the elderly, and children ruthlessly slain.”
As the words were spoken, everyone’s body shivered.
The rest of them also had their eyes wide open, filled with surprise.
All the villagers had been killed, and the people living in the village were all pirates.
Had this piece of cloth been discovered before last night, perhaps not many would have believed it.
After all, a village, connected to the outside world, can’t just be said to be wiped out and replaced.
But last night the villagers surrounded the members of the Association, shouting for their captain.
It made the event impossible not to believe.
Shush shush shush~!
Investigators took out their notebooks, began to record, and preserved the cloth as well.
This matter was too shocking.
Even looking at this text made one’s heart feel uneasy.
“Did he rush at us to tell us about this?” Xi Ligui looked at the raving homeless man.
“It’s possible, or it might just be a coincidence.”
The rest all looked at the homeless man.
Being treated this way, yet retaining the information he wanted to send out, he was not an ordinary person.
Wu Heng pondered for a moment and then said, “Bring him over, I can try.”
Two members of the Association dragged the man over.
Wu Heng took out a round wooden wand, held in his hand, “A special item that can bring people back to their senses, not sure if it has any effect on this type.”
The others nodded in understanding.
Wu Heng then struck the homeless man’s buttocks directly with the wand.
Smack~!
A crisp sound ensued.
The homeless man lunged forward, crying out in pain.
After two more hits, the homeless man stopped yelling and just stared at the people outside through the long hair that covered his face.
Xi Ligui spoke directly, “We are from the Association, who are you?”
Beneath his long hair, he still stared coldly at them.
A voice as if from a split throat arose, “Secret Speaker, Wilhelm!”
Secret Speaker!
So the message was indeed for the Association, just never delivered.
“How did you end up here?” Xi Ligui pressed.
“Where are the people from the Hand of the Demon?” the homeless man countered.
“Dead, we’ve taken over this place, and the villagers have been controlled,” they replied.
Hahaha~!
The homeless man laughed uproariously, his voice jarringly piercing.
After his laughter subsided, he continued to squat on the ground, saying nothing.
Xi Ligui repeated her question, “What happened to you?”
After pondering briefly, the homeless man looked down and said, “I joined the Hand of the Demon, later they found out, locked me up for five years, and tortured me for five years.”
“You said the village was slaughtered, is that true?”
“True!”
Shush shush shush, the investigator recorded once again.
Wu Heng intervened before Xi Ligui could continue to press the homeless man for answers; his emotional state was unstable, and if the special item could restore normalcy, that was already a medical miracle.
If they drove him to madness with further questioning, that would be problematic.
“Let’s go, come back with us. When the time comes to punish these pirates, we will need you to testify,” they stated.
“Alright!” the homeless man nodded.
The group started to head back.
The local Deputy Steward then rushed for a carriage and returned to the Lopaz City Association to request support.
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Inside the room.
Wu Heng took out the body of the Captain of the Hand of the Devil.
A putrid stench instantly permeated the room.
“What was his profession? Does the Association have any record?” they inquired.
Xi Ligui shook her head.
The homeless man said, “Magician, Demonic Bloodline.”