Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

The head turned its dry eyeballs, glanced at her, and said in a hoarse voice, "How could you fail?"

Viola immediately said: "Bishop, I tried my best to hold back Imiro. Even though I almost killed him, I didn't let him leave. It was because those pirates failed to live up to their expectations and did not attack the island."

"Hmph!" Head snorted coldly, "Are you going to blame the dead man?"

"That's the fact. I have no intention of making excuses for myself." Viola said again.

The head continued: "Who is that person with black hair and black eyes?"

Viola frowned, "You mean that association's deputy deacon? He has just been transferred to Treasure Island."

The head said: "Necromancer?"

"Well, Necromancer, but Yimiluo thinks highly of him. I heard that he is allowed to transform the corpses of pirates captured on the island." Viola said something, and then asked slightly, "You mean, because he The pirates didn’t succeed?”

"He killed 'Occam'."

"No, it can't be. I heard that the association developed a new type of magic instrument to prevent pirates from landing on the island." Viola emphasized.

"I saw it with my own eyes." The head said again: "You don't have to come back yet. Another guardian has already rushed to your side. Kill that kid before he gets his new appointment."

"This..., my injury..."

Viola still wanted to speak, but the eyes of the head were already closed.

Transformed back into a dead corpse.

Viola carefully put the head back, called the staff to store it again, and replaced the ticket.

Wait until the head is taken out.

Viola cursed angrily: "You bastard, you want to kill me. When I get a chance, I will drag you to hell together."

……

The next day, Wu Heng rode his bicycle and carried Anderweil to the association.

Just got to the door.

They saw an old mage who looked like 'Gandalf' coming back from outside.

According to Imiro, these members who support Treasure Island will stay for a while.

After ensuring that there is no danger, we will leave here by boat one after another.

Wu Heng didn't care how long he stayed.

The association provides accommodation, which was rarely seen in the past.

"Deputy Deacon Wu Heng." The old mage greeted with a smile.

"Master Dean." Wu Heng also smiled.

Wu Heng really didn't remember the other party's name.

The last time I asked about 'Xila Gui', she didn't remember it, so she just called the dean directly, which was also an honorific title.

The old mage was followed by his attendants, and Wu Heng brought the skeleton attendants and Anderweil.

Walking toward the inside together.

The old mage suddenly spoke, "I heard that less than a year after becoming a professional, the deputy deacon was promoted to deputy deacon. He is a rare genius among the human race."

Wu Heng glanced at him.

I'm quite old, so I don't think I need a younger body.

Keep smiling and answer, "It's just some records, not necessarily all true."

The old mage nodded, seemingly approving the answer.

"This battle on Treasure Island uses new magic props, which are very powerful. Did you develop them?"

Wu Heng shook his head again, "I know nothing about etching runes. They are all tools from my hometown. I brought some with me when I went out. To save my life, I took them out and used them."

The old mage didn't ask any more questions about these matters.

He said again: "Deacon, are you interested in joining the Magic Research Society? It is a personal organization established by a group of old guys. We are not subject to external forces. We only occasionally discuss some magic knowledge or share some experiences."

Magic Research Society?

An organization established by the mage himself.

In fact, there are many organizations around the world.

Some local craftsmen groups, workers groups, or bards and writers have their own circles.

But the research conference mentioned by this dean is definitely of higher quality.

If you join in, you might be able to get some magic for free.

However, Wu Heng knew how much real ability he had, and he couldn't say anything if he was really asked to express any opinions.

Facing a group of mages whose attributes mainly develop intelligence, they may have exposed themselves.

"I have little talent and am still in the exploratory stage of magic. When I have certain insights and achievements in the future, I can trouble the dean to recommend me to join the research association." Wu Heng said politely.

"Haha!" The old mage smiled and was very impressed by this sentence. "You are indeed a little younger. When you reach level 15, write to me at any time and I will let you join the research association."

"Thank you, Dean."

The two said a few words briefly.

Separate in the lobby.

Wu Heng went to his office and study, and the old mage led people back to the dormitory.

……

Return to the study.

Wu Heng sat at his desk and drank tea.

Recently, the association has been doing a lot of work, counting the wounded and calculating losses.

After the staff counted it, Anderweier needed to review it again and then stamp it for confirmation.

Dong dong dong~!

There was a knock on the door, and Sheila Gui walked in.

He nodded to 'Anderweil', looked at Wu Heng and asked, "The deacon assigned us a task. You lead the team to patrol over Beacon Street."

"What about you?"

Silla rolled her eyes at him, "Of course I also have a mission. I lead a team to patrol the central area and the residential area."

"There should be no danger on the island, right?" Wu Heng asked, actually not wanting to move.

Sheila Gui said: "I feel that the deacon arranged the patrol to reassure the residents and caravans on the island. The garbage in the sea at the port has not been cleaned up, and there are not many records of enemies coming up."

"That's right." Wu Heng agreed, and then asked, "Ockham, an 18th-level professional, was pardoned before, and there is no wanted order for him. Can he be considered a meritorious figure for us?"

The association's achievements have always been based on wanted orders.

If you are not on the wanted list, then even if you have done something bad, it will be the local guards who will catch you.

Occam had just been pardoned by the Society, and his identity had been recognized by various kingdoms.

Wu Heng was not sure whether this was considered meritorious service.

Sheila Gui thought for a moment, "Just after I was pardoned, you seized the evidence and killed me. I have never seen this before, but I feel that it will definitely be decided. The entire association will be destroyed and so many business groups will be kidnapped. Definitely need to pay some attention to it.”

"I say so. If you don't count, it would be very inappropriate."

"The pirates you killed are enough for you to get meritorious service." Sheila smiled, stood up and walked out, "Let's go, we'll talk after the patrol, let's do business first."

Wu Heng nodded and followed him out.

Two teams were called and patrolled along Beacon Street.

The security on Beacon Street is much better than before.

After all, the association went crazy in the past few days, and there were skeletons all over the city. No one would cause any trouble at this time.

Nothing happened all the way down.

Only the port location, a few people had a dispute over the loot they had salvaged.

I saw Wu Heng leading people walking over from a distance.

Several people immediately separated and went about their own business.

Wu Heng led the team around the city.

It's almost noon, let everyone go back to eat.

Wu Heng went to the Nautilus Tavern.

……

Wu Heng entered the tavern.

Walked straight upstairs.

The guests at the two tables didn't pay much attention to the people who came in. They were eating and drinking by themselves, chatting about the previous battle.

Wu Heng waited in the room for a while.

Millicent walked in, "My lord!"

"When you come back, will there be no problem?"

"No problem, everything is normal." Millicent said.

Wu Heng poured himself a cup of tea and continued, "I'm patrolling nearby and I'll come to your place for lunch."

"I'll have someone prepare it for you right away." Millicent said and immediately exited the room.

Less than two minutes passed.

The door creaked and was opened a crack.

Philippa looked in and said, "I knew it was you."

After saying that, he walked in directly.

Different from the crazy girl before, today she wore a beige waist-cinching tube top dress with two braids on her head.

"Do I look good in this outfit? My mother made it for me." Philippa stood in the middle and turned around.

"Well, it's pretty good-looking."

"Hehe!" Philippa smiled, came over and sat on his lap generously, and said: "Now that most of the pirates have been killed, what should I do in the future? Yes, I won't open this tavern with her. Bored to death."