Chapter 268: Writing a Letter to Lilith.
The next morning.
The whole matter spread throughout the Guild.
The merchant ship had built a prison, detaining young girls from the island as a source of fresh blood, which instantly sparked everyone's anger and hatred.
Even if one isn't a good person, they wouldn't do something so vicious.
"Damn it, to do something like this."
"It must be vampires; those guys never change."
"So many girls have gone missing on the island, and now we find out. There must be an inside job."
"Find out who it is, and I'll rip out their tendons."
The hall was filled with curses, and some even shouted for the Guild to name the culprit.
They wanted to find those people and take revenge.
...…
Deputy Steward Sheila Grey's study.
Knock, knock, knock~!
The door was knocked, and the dwarf Olin walked in.
"Deputy Steward, you called for me?" Olin looked somewhat tired.
Sheila Grey sat behind the desk, dressed in deep blue attire, sitting upright.
"Sit down!" Sheila Grey said.
Olin sat down.
Sheila Grey looked at the documents in her hand and slowly spoke, "The Steward asked me to verify the matter of the imprisoned girls. Tell me again what happened last night."
"Oh, sure."
Olin thought for a moment and recounted everything that had happened yesterday.
Including the lack of clues from the missing persons to the final return with the ship.
It matched the content of the report submitted.
Sheila Grey listened carefully, her expression unchanged, though still somewhat surprised.
In other words, the missing persons case had no leads, and Squad 3 had sought Deputy Steward Wu Heng for help.
Not only did they find the people directly,
but they also boarded the ship by force and killed everyone on board.
Only a few managed to escape by jumping overboard.
When they pulled up a ship full of corpses at the port, quite a crowd had gathered.
Now, the dwarf explained everything in detail.
The matter was understood, but it was still somewhat unbelievable.
Level does affect a person's combat ability.
But it's not to the extent that one person can solo that many people.
If Wu Heng hadn't just been transferred here, she would've thought it was all a setup planned by the other side.
After all, necromancers can pull off just about anything.
"Deputy Steward, do I still need to inform the Steward about this?" the dwarf asked.
"I'll inform the Steward." Sheila Grey glanced at him and continued, "Don't worry, imprisoning girls for blood is enough to get those people killed eight times over. You did a good deed; the Guild won't wrongly accuse anyone."
"Thank you, Deputy Steward." The dwarf paused and asked, "Deputy Steward, does that freighter count as loot?"
Sheila Grey glanced at him, "I'll ask the Steward and let you know."
"Oh!"
"Alright, go rest now. I'll have someone send those girls back."
The dwarf got up and saluted again.
Then he left directly.
...…
Inside the study.
Wu Heng sat at the desk yawning, and Andviel brought over a cup of tea.
She stood behind him, gently massaging his shoulders.
"Why didn't you go back to the room to sleep?" Andviel said softly.
"It's almost dawn, so I didn't want to disturb you." Wu Heng leaned back, resting in the fox girl's embrace.
Andviel smiled, gently hugging him, her face full of tenderness.
The two stayed close for a while.
Wu Heng said, "Go to the front desk and get some envelopes and paper."
"Alright!" Andviel nodded and went out directly.
Shortly after, she returned with a stack in her hands.
Wu Heng took it, sat at the desk, and thought for a while.
He spread out a sheet of paper and began to write.
"To Leader Lilith Ann Beshmet:
Wu Heng, Deputy Steward of Gold-Silver Island, during an investigation into the disappearance of young girls at the island's port, discovered that girls of various races were being imprisoned to host blood feasts, an egregious act that has sparked the anger and hatred of the island's residents.
The guests attending these blood feasts mostly come from nobility.
I suspect that this blood-drinking behavior resembles symptoms after using the artifact 'Blood Cup.'
This letter informs the leader of the intelligence and asks the leader to arrange personnel to oversee this matter to prevent similar situations elsewhere that may damage the Night Clan's reputation within the Guild.
— Wu Heng, Deputy Steward of Gold-Silver Island."
Lilith Ann Beshmet is the leader of the Guild's 'Whisperers' faction.
All information and gossip from various places eventually gather at her side.
Previously, when obtaining the 'Blood Cup,' Slater had told him about this leader Lilith in detail.
So, he did remember her name.
This incident is clearly a side effect of the Blood Cup.
Moreover, the Cultists were still looking to cause him trouble.
After considering, he decided to write this letter.
Whether it's to prevent others from drinking blood elsewhere or to cause trouble for the Cultists,
informing this leader Lilith would not be wrong.
After writing, he sealed it with the Deputy Steward's wax.
He wrote the recipient and address.
"Vie, take this to the front desk."
"Alright, Master." Andviel picked it up and walked out directly.
Wu Heng got up and stretched his muscles.
He was just about to leave and go home to sleep.
The door knocked again.
"Come in!"
The door opened.
The gnome captain walked in.
"Deputy Steward Wu Heng!"
...…
Seeing the gnome, Wu Heng was also stunned.
The other party had just returned from the sea.
After entering, the gnome immediately said, "Deputy Steward, I've brought the goods you requested. You can tell me when you have time, and I'll bring them over."
Before the gnome set sail.
Wu Heng had indeed ordered a batch of goods.
At this moment, Andviel also returned from outside.
The gnome saluted, "Miss."
Andviel nodded.
Wu Heng stood up and said, "Let's go. Vie, come along as well."
The gnome opened the door voluntarily, showing respect.
They walked out together.
Along the way, many staff members smiled and greeted them.
Wu Heng responded, thinking about urging the construction team to speed up the renovation work.
The dormitory provided by the Guild was nice, but every time he went out, he had to pass through the Guild hall.
It wasn't as convenient as having his own place.
...…
They boarded the gnome's ship.
The dim cabin was filled with various goods.
"These are the wooden bows you ordered, a total of 500."
The oil cloth covering them was lifted, revealing the neatly arranged wooden bows inside.
"Vie, check them out."
Andviel randomly picked a few bows to inspect, strung them, and tested them by shooting arrows.
The arrows thudded against the wooden targets on the side.
"No problem." Andviel said.
"Since I promised you, I wouldn't bring you ordinary goods." The gnome smiled broadly.
"What's the price?"
"As agreed, 25 silver coins." The gnome said.
It was the same price as the previous purchase from the elves, indicating a certain market range.
Wu Heng didn't waste words, directly taking out the corresponding silver coins and placing them on the empty space of the cabin.
The gnome and sailors immediately smiled and began counting.
After confirming every coin was correct,
Wu Heng collected all the wooden bows.
"Deputy Steward, do you need any other goods? We'll be sailing to 'Netarre Port,' so we can bring anything back if needed." The gnome stepped forward, eager to ask.
"Not right now. I'll contact you if anything comes up."
"Alright."
Wu Heng and Andviel left the ship.
Along the way, he glanced at the ship they had brought back last night, now sealed off.
...…
Returning to the Guild, the afternoon remained uneventful.
Andviel returned to the study, while Wu Heng went back to his place.
Back home, Minnie was sitting by the coffee table, practicing writing.
So much time had passed, and Minnie's learning speed was quick, not just the language of this world. Since there were also some comic books at home,
her learning of Chinese characters was also swift.
She could even translate some sentences.
Wu Heng felt that Minnie might have chosen the wrong class; maybe switching to an intelligence-based class or decoding archaeological texts would be more promising.
"Ah! Master is back." Minnie exclaimed excitedly and jumped straight into his arms.
Wu Heng caught her by the waist, spun around half a circle, and set her down again.
"Do you want to eat?" Minnie asked.
"Not hungry yet; I'll wait for Vie." Wu Heng took out a 2-cubic space ring and handed it to her, "This is for you."
Previously, Wu Heng had given rings to Wen Mansa and Andviel, but Minnie hadn't received one.
Now that he had obtained another, he gave it to her directly.
Having a space ring would be much more convenient.
Seeing the space ring, Minnie exclaimed, "Wow, I got one too, awesome! Thank you, Master."
She then jumped up, clinging to him, and gave him a kiss.
Wu Heng held her waist, enjoying the little bunny's affectionate kiss.
After a long moment, they separated.
Minnie still held his face, sticking out her tongue to lick his lips.
"Do you know how to use it?" Wu Heng asked.
"Uh, never used it before."
"Try communicating with it using your mental power."
"Alright!" Minnie concentrated and tried to connect, then grabbed the cup beside her and directly stored it in the space ring.
This world has an innate intuition for using magical items.
Just like modern kids easily learn to use smartphones.
"Great, now I can store groceries right away when I buy them." Minnie giggled.
Wu Heng patted her head and ears, saying, "Alright, you play with it. I'm going to the study."
"Mm-hmm, I'll make something delicious for you tonight."
Wu Heng smiled and nodded, then entered the study on the side.
He opened a portal to head to the Zombie World.
...…
Wu Heng walked out of the residential building.
The survivors along the way smiled and greeted him.
Holding a walkie-talkie, he had just called Li Yanhong when he saw Qiangzi quickly approaching.
"Boss!"
"Ah! What's wrong?" Wu Heng saw his urgency.
Qiangzi rushed over, whispering mysteriously, "The Iron Wolf Glaive is finished."
"Where? Let me see!" Wu Heng said.
Qiangzi picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Bring it over."
From the warehouse, two men about Qiangzi's size immediately came over.
Together, they carried a black iron object towards them.