The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

Chapter 182: Chapter 162, Make a Convenience_1

“Women, power, status, a better life, are often in the hands of the few. As long as Captain Wu Heng is willing to join us, none of these will be an issue.” The white-haired man raised his glass and sipped lightly, his gaze subtly layered as he looked across.

“Join you? Secret Cultivation Hall?”

“The captain is indeed well-informed. We are indeed the Secret Cultivation Hall, but not the sinister cult you may imagine. We are more of a mutual aid society. Resources and business channels are mutually beneficial among members. Everyone has moments of peril when they can’t solve problems on their own. When that time comes, you will feel the greatness of the Secret Cultivation Hall,” the man explained softly.

“Including helping others to kill?” Wu Heng continued to stare at the man.

Sounds nice, but it all comes at a cost.

Most organizations operate in a similar manner, with people joining for different reasons.

To get what you want, you must also pay an equivalent price, or prove your worth.

Yazde’s life came to an end. The Secret Cultivation Hall provided him with the ‘Sacrificial Wand’, and also made some sort of agreement with Yazde.

At the tavern then.

The fat man had mentioned it, although he didn’t reveal the specific details.

Such thing as free help doesn’t exist.

Even a high monk’s relief of suffering aids his own cultivation.

The man did not deny, just shrugged and did not answer the question.

He continued, “In addition to money and women, the Secret Cultivation Hall offers more benefits such as connections, props. With your joining, we can guarantee that you will reach the level of a deacon within three years.”

“What do I need to give in return?” Wu Heng continued to ask.

“That depends on what you have to offer, Captain. As long as you’re willing to contribute to the Secret Cultivation Hall, you’ll always find a way to demonstrate your value,” the man said with a smile, glancing at the society insignia on his armor.

Wu Heng followed his gaze and looked down.

He got his hint.

Lazily leaning back in his chair, he nonchalantly said, “Let’s put other matters aside for now. Do you still want those two special items? If you don’t intend to purchase them, I’ll donate them to the society in exchange for merit.”

The old man scrutinized him.

He waved his hand, and the women and tray bearers all turned to leave.

Thin veils were left behind on the floor.

“These two items are important special items to us. We hope that you will return them to us for a fee. We are willing to pay eight gold coins. This is not a low price for special items.”

Wu Heng’s asking price was 80 gold coins, which was high.

After all, the Secret Cultivation Hall had conspired to kill him.

Returning their belongings conscientiously now would be really humiliating.

Hearing him say so now also confirmed the two special items’ importance to the Secret Cultivation Hall.

At least, if these two items aren’t retrieved, they will definitely have a hard time explaining them.

“You’ve boasted about the Secret Cultivation Hall’s might just now. Can’t it even afford this amount of money? Are 80 gold coins too much? Selling this tavern should cover it!” said Wu Heng.

“Gold coins cannot be counted this way. Any merchant in the city would be unable to raise such funds in such a short time,” the man took a deep breath. “I hope the Captain will reconsider and meet us halfway.”

“Alright! Seventy gold coins, that’s my final offer. If you can’t accept, I will donate it to the association directly. You can then negotiate with central and see how much they want,” Wu Heng continued.

The man narrowed his eyes, at a loss for words.

Then he showed a bland smile again, “Alright, we need some time to raise this capital. We will notify you when the time comes, but please take good care of the special items in the meantime.”

“Sure.” Wu Heng nodded and stood up straight away. “I won’t disturb your meal anymore then. See you when I see you.”

With that said, he walked towards the door.

He left the tavern with his two maids and the skeleton, and headed towards the inner city area.

…

The tavern fell silent once again.

The fat man walked over and sat down across from the white-haired man.

He said, “You just agreed to him? He’s obviously asking for a king’s ransom. With so many of us here, it will be hard to come up with so much cash in a short time.”

“Hmph!” The old man snorted coldly. “This young whelp really thinks that by holding two special items he can threaten us.”

The fat man’s face darkened, “You want to kill him? Yazde had such a good opportunity and could not kill him. If he fails now…”

If he fails, he will be wanted by the society.

The Secret Cultivation Hall will have a hard time saving them.

The old man fell silent for a moment, then continued, “First, let someone raise the money, while keeping an eye on his moves. He seems to care about those two girls. He especially came to pick them up today.”

“You mean get to him through those girls?”

“Keep an eye on the people around him.”

“Alright!”

At this moment, several more people walked out from another area.

They brought prepared food to the table.

The two began to chat casually as they ate.

…

On the way back.

Mini hugged his arm and whispered, “Master, are those guys bad guys?”

“Well, they’re certainly not good guys. We’ll close the shop earlier these few days,” Wu Heng said.

“Will they attack us?” Andre Willow asked.

“Can’t say for sure, but we’ll have to be careful,” Wu Heng said.

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