The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse-Chapter 435 - 359, Tracking (Requesting for monthly votes, thank you everyone.)

Chapter 435 -359, Tracking (Requesting for monthly votes, thank you everyone.)

He heard the other party walk away.

At first, he was taken aback, then he quickly realized what was happening.

He was surprised by how cautious the old man was.

He had lied about the time he was leaving the island, deceiving everyone in the association.

Wu Heng grew even more suspicious, wondering if Kalemah was aware that the Ghost was tracking him.

Otherwise, with most of the people involved in this already dead, he wouldn’t have taken such extreme measures.

...

“What’s wrong?”

Seeing his odd expression, Shiraz asked in confusion.

“Oh, it’s nothing, just thought I would send him off. I didn’t expect him to leave early,” Wu Heng said as he walked in and sat down on the sofa.

Shiraz said, “Maybe there was some change in plans?”

“Hmm, the association’s fleet?” Wu Heng asked.

“He probably boarded a ship from one of the merchant groups. They’ve been closing down the port for the past couple of days, and it has delayed many ships’ schedules. A lot of them left this morning,” Xi Ligui explained.

“Oh!” Wu Heng nodded.

It sounded like Xi Ligui wasn’t aware of which ship he had left on either.

With a smile, Xi Ligui said, “You seem to dislike him quite a bit, yet you took it seriously.”

“In my profession, getting on good terms with an Inspector Special Envoy is never a bad thing,” Wu Heng turned and added.

“You are already doing very well in your achievements; you don’t need these extra efforts. The association’s promotions are out of his reach as an Inspector Special Envoy.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Wu Heng continued, “Anyway, since he’s gone, it’s done. I was just asking. I’ll head back now and treat you to a meal some other day.”

“Mhm!” Xi Ligui responded softly.

Wu Heng left the room and headed back.

…

As he walked through the corridor, Wu Heng swiftly pondered over the matter.

Kalemah’s early departure had indeed disrupted his original plan.

It wasn’t just a matter of whether he could catch up in time.

He was also unclear about which ship the other party had boarded.

Moreover, as Xi Ligui mentioned, the port had been closed for the past couple of days, affecting many of the fleets.

With no leads at all, it was simply unrealistic to check each one.

Imilo likely knew the vessel and route he had taken, but with Imilo’s way of thinking, if he tried to gather information himself, it was easy to reveal something.

That would attract their attention and make the situation even harder to deal with later.

“This old fox… if only he wouldn’t run!” Wu Heng clenched his teeth.

But it seemed that he truly had no way to handle the situation.

Even if he could bring out a missile from the modern world right now, he wouldn’t know whom to target.

…

He returned to the study.

Andre Willow was there, wiping bookshelves and furniture with a burlap cloth.

The little owl was chasing insects around the room.

Seeing Wu Heng return, Andre Willow immediately smiled, “Master!”

“Hmm, have someone come in to clean, don’t do it yourself,” Wu Heng walked in.

“It’s alright, there’s not much to do anyway. Didn’t you say you were going to the port to send someone off? How come you’re back already?” Andre Willow continued to inquire.

“He left early; I didn’t make it in time,” Wu Heng replied.

Then, his gaze fell on the direction of the desk, where the Skeleton Investigator responsible for monitoring and recording was located.

He walked over, picked up the record book, and his gaze slightly tightened.

Unlike the sparse two or three entries from the previous days,

the past few days’ entries were a bit more substantial.

‘You go to the port, see the captain of the “Te Saint Cargo Ship,” and arrange the sailing quarters.’

‘My lord, isn’t the fleet scheduled for tomorrow noon?’

‘We’ve stayed on Gold and Silver Island a bit too long; it’s time to leave early.’

‘Alright, I’ll go now.’

‘Don’t mention this to anyone, I don’t want to disturb others.’

‘Understood, my lord!’

‘Prepare the carriage, don’t delay.’

The record ended here.

Wu Heng was also somewhat surprised by the record in his hands.

The monitoring device, which hadn’t been very useful, had recorded important information on the last day.

At the very least, he was no longer without any clues.

Now he knew which ship, the “Te Saint Cargo Ship,” the other party had taken.

“What’s wrong?” Andre Willow looked up.

“Nothing!” Wu Heng put the record book away and said, “I’m going out for a bit. If anyone asks, tell them I’ve gone to investigate a fugitive.”

“Of course, master!” Andre Willow nodded.

Wu Heng left the association with the Skeleton directly.

He hailed a carriage and headed to the port.

…

The carriage stopped at the port.

Wu Heng paid the fare, stepped down from the carriage, and stood on the roadside, looking toward the port.

The port was still bustling and busy, with workers moving cargo and fleet crew standing on wooden crates, recruiting sailors.

Originally, Wu Heng had planned to go straight to the old tavern to gather information.

The female Prophet, controlling all the workers at the port, would definitely have news about the “Te Saint Cargo Ship.”

But as the carriage arrived at the entrance, he changed his mind.

The female Prophet herself traded in information, and her profession as a Prophet endowed her with some special abilities.

Asking her directly was likely to tip her off to something.

That would leave another potential risk for himself.

Thus, the carriage didn’t stop and directly reached the port.

Standing still, Wu Heng looked around and saw several members of the association approaching from not far away.

He had met these people before; they were from the fifth team, and the leader was a woman, “Deputy Steward Wu Heng, are you here to investigate ‘Ewald’?”

At the association, the murder of the Stag Merchant Group’s steward had been settled.

But ‘Ewald,’ the man, had been placed on the wanted list, and squads and some mercenary groups were searching everywhere for him.

It seemed that the fifth team was still investigating this matter.

Actually, that made sense, a captain who had just been put on the list was somewhat easier to handle than those fugitives.

Wu Heng nodded, “Yes, any leads?”

“No, it’s as if he’s disappeared into thin air,” the female captain said with a sigh.

Wu Heng thought for a moment, “Let’s go, follow me to the ship management to check.”

“Yes!” The captain responded and followed Wu Heng towards the direction of the ship management office.

…

A group of people came over menacingly.

The ship manager, who had his feet on the table, immediately stood up, “What can I do for you, lords?”

Wu Heng straightforwardly said, “The association is investigating a fugitive. Show me the records of the ship fleets entering and leaving the port.”

These past few days, the port had been sealed off due to the murders by Imilo.

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The ship management office was aware that a fugitive was being searched for.

Hearing this, they immediately brought out the logbook, “Lord, these are the records.”

Recording a ship fleet’s arrival and departure from the port was mandatory.

Aside from ensuring that your ship isn’t a pirate vessel, it also served as a form of protection for the fleet.

If one were to go missing, they could trace a general area based on records along the way.

And not simply disappear on the sea.

Wu Heng took the log and flipped through it to find daytime departures.

He found the records of the ‘Te Saint Cargo Ship,’ its destination, and its sailing route.

After quickly scanning through, he memorized the details.

Then he handed the logbook to the fifth team’s captain, “Focus on inspecting the ships that are about to depart.”

“Yes!” The fifth team took the logbook.

Wu Heng continued, “You handle the checks here, and I’ll go visit the taverns.”

The fifth team hesitated, but ultimately nodded and agreed.

…

Leaving the ship management area.

Wu Heng first went to his own ship.

Inside the cabin, he took out a tablet to confirm the sea area and routes.

Based on the cargo ship’s speed, he might very well catch up with the other party if he left from Cock-Tail Island.

He pondered for a moment.

Several times the idea of letting the other party go surfaced in his mind.

But he was unsure whether the other party might pose a threat to him after leaving.

If he simply let the other go, countless possibilities could arise later on.

A crafty Inspector Special Envoy was more daunting than brutal pirates.

“Skull Crusher, you stay. Shark Teeth, come with me!” Wu Heng instructed the skeleton in the cabin.

The Skeleton Boxer Shark Teeth emerged from among the skeletons.

Taking Shark Teeth and Kerim with him, he promptly left the cabin and the port, heading towards a distant location.

Reaching a more secluded spot.

Wu Heng took out the “Train Conductor’s Hat” and put it on his head, boarded the train, and set off for Cock-Tail Island.

…

Night fell.

A light fog hung over the sea surface.

Wu Heng stood on a single-person wooden boat, with Kerim standing behind him and Shark Teeth propelling the boat forward from beneath.

The entire boat raced through the water like a speedboat.

The speed was fast, but the waves caused the boat to sway incessantly, making it rather uncomfortable.

In the distance, a cargo ship could be seen moving slowly forward.

On the ship named ‘Te Saint,’ silhouettes with torches in hand could be faintly seen moving back and forth on the deck.

Seeing this, Wu Heng immediately halted the boat’s progress.

If they approached so conspicuously, they might end up in a direct confrontation.

After thinking for a moment, he released Glenda the Ghost.

“Have you found him?” Glenda asked directly.

Wu Heng gestured towards the cargo ship in the distance, “He should be on that ship. Go scout the deck, but don’t enter the cabin. I suspect Kalemah might detect you.”

“Okay, can do!” Glenda concealed his form and flew towards the direction of the cargo ship.

…

Inside the cabin.

An Illuminating Stone lamp was set up on the wooden desk in the room.

Kalemah bid farewell to the wealthy merchant who had come for a chat, his gaze shifting to the Attendant, “You may also go back to rest. I’ll call you if there’s anything.”

“Yes, my lord,” the Attendant replied and left.

Kalemah closed the door, then sat back down at the table.

He started to examine the contents of another Space Ring.

With each item he reviewed, a smile spread across his face.

“The Secret Cultivation Hall folks really are rich. When I get back, this should be enough to buy a manor.”

Then, his smile faded.

Muttering to himself, he said, “The detailed information on this kid could probably fetch a good price at the Secret Cultivation Hall.”