Chapter 149: Blow on it, and it won't be hot

Chapter 149: Blow on it, and it won't be hot

Looking at the figure in the distance, Wu Heng frowned.

The body shape, the walking posture, and the leopard all felt familiar.

Was Slater here?

The Gold Cat boss, the steward of Blackstone Town.

A very strong-willed woman.

Wu Heng wanted to step forward to confirm, but seeing the people around her, he thought for a moment and decided not to go.

If it was indeed Slater, she would eventually come to find him.

After thinking about it, he went straight to the front desk and asked, "Any letters for me?"

The staff checked the records and said directly, "Captain Wu Heng, there's no mail for you at the moment. The new letters should be delivered within the next two days."

"Alright, thank you." Wu Heng thanked them and walked towards the lounge.

It seemed the Warhammer Party situation had been resolved.

At least the road was clear, the teams involved in the eradication had returned, and the delayed goods and letters would be delivered to the city in the next couple of days.

Looking at it this way, it was likely Slater had indeed arrived.

After sitting in the lounge for a while, he went to the training room for some sword practice.

After working up a bit of sweat, he left the Guild and walked straight across the street to the Snake Emblem Consortium.

...

Snake Emblem Consortium.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wu Heng," Laetia greeted with a smile.

Wu Heng hadn't mentioned that he was looking for her.

But it seemed he had become an important guest. As soon as he sat in the reception room, she followed him in.

"Good afternoon. How's my commission and the shop coming along?" Wu Heng asked directly.

Laetia smiled and nodded, "The shop has been cleaned up as per your request, and the gang responsible has been informed. You can open for business anytime."

She then handed over the shop's key. "Here's the key to the shop."

Wu Heng took it. "Thank you."

"It's our duty. If you have any other requests, feel free to ask. We'll do our best to accommodate."

"Hmm." Wu Heng nodded and continued, "Any news on the rune pattern at the Burial Grounds or the alchemist commission?"

He was only asking about the Burial Grounds casually, as it involved construction, which took time for transportation and production.

His main concern was the matter of the alchemists' bodies.

After all, a certain little wildcat had mentioned that two alchemists had been killed in the outer city.

And the Consortium had given him three days to pick up the goods.

"The alchemist commission is ready. Please wait a moment," Laetia said with a smile, then stepped outside to give instructions.

Soon, two bodies covered with white cloth and three black coffins were carried in.

"Among them, three are human alchemists, one is a gnome, and one is an orc," Laetia introduced softly.

Judging by the size of the bodies, it was easy to tell who was the gnome, the humans, and the orc.

Wu Heng glanced to the side.

Barson stepped forward and uncovered two of the bodies under the white cloth.

One was human, the other an orc, their faces pale, but it was clear they had died within the past three days.

It seemed the assassination of the alchemists was indeed related to the Consortium.

They might not have been the ones who did it, but the bodies were certainly delivered here.

The three coffins were opened, revealing slightly shriveled bodies inside.

They were likely dug up from elsewhere and transported here.

"Are they all level 10?" Wu Heng asked.

In the Blackstone Town black market, that eight-braid staff member had at least introduced their identities and names.

It was clear Laetia had no intention of doing so.

Wu Heng wasn't interested in the backstory of the bodies. As long as they were confirmed alchemists, that was enough.

"Of course. If there are any problems, you can always come to me," Laetia said confidently.

"Alright, I'm satisfied."

"As long as you're satisfied, sir. The five bodies will cost 7,500 silver coins," Laetia quoted directly.

Commissions were different from purchasing goods.

When buying something, you could haggle with the shopkeeper.

But with commissions, once the price was set, there was no room for negotiation after the job was done.

Wu Heng took out several bags of silver coins from his space ring, using gold bars for the larger amounts.

The silver coins he had exchanged recently were running low.

The amount he was spending could support an average family for a lifetime.

Seeing Wu Heng take out gold bars, Laetia's eyes lit up.

This young, wealthy master seemed to have bottomless pockets.

She accepted the gold bars and silver coins, her smile growing warmer. "Mr. Wu Heng, have you had lunch yet? I can have something prepared for you."

"Next time, when I have the chance, I'll host a banquet for Miss Laetia."

"You're too kind, sir. You're the guest here."

Wu Heng looked at the bodies and said, "I'm not in a position to transport these out myself."

His space ring was already full of items.

There was no room for these coffins and bodies.

"Don't worry, sir. I'll have them delivered to your residence."

Laetia gave instructions to the staff, and someone came in with a storage pouch that had a spatial function, storing all five bodies inside.

It seemed storage tools also varied in size.

And an organization like the Consortium likely relied on such tools for transporting goods.

Their storage devices were much larger than his space ring, capable of holding far more.

Wu Heng nodded and headed out, with the staff member carrying the pouch following behind.

Together, they returned to his residence.

The staff member placed all the bodies in the living room.

After bowing, they left and returned to the Consortium.

...

After they left.

Wu Heng opened the portal, letting the skeletons carry the bodies and coffins to the zombie world.

He cast [Raise Skeleton] consecutively, and all five skeletons of varying sizes stood up.

The five bodies were all level 10.

But that was the highest they reached.

They weren't giving him any extra advantages.

Looking at the skeletons, Wu Heng said, "From now on, you're Alchemy No. 2, you're No. 3, No. 4…."

He assigned names to the skeletons in sequence.

His alchemy skeleton team now numbered six.

That was more than enough to handle multiple potion productions simultaneously.

He handed them over to Alchemy No. 1 and had them start brewing potions with the materials he had prepared earlier.

After checking the area.

And confirming there were no issues, he returned to his residence.

...

In the study.

Wu Heng continued reading the "Rune Book," learning about magical items.

Knock knock knock~!

A light knock sounded downstairs.

Wu Heng went down and opened the door.

There stood Slater, in the dusk, wearing leather armor under a cloak, with tight leather pants.

At her feet was the leopard.

"What are you staring at? Don't recognize me?" Slater lifted her hood with a smile.

"One moment," Wu Heng said, closing the door with a bang.

He quickly rushed upstairs, sending the skeleton hag, Crossbow One, and Crossbow Two back through the portal.

He also stored the cat ear headband and collar on the bedside table in his space ring.

Wu Heng was happy to see Slater.

But she was also a member of the Whisperers, and back in Blackstone Town, she had been very interested in his information.

Better to put away what needed to be hidden.

Outside, Slater widened her eyes in disbelief at the closed door.

She was a steward, not lacking in status, wealth, or power. After coming all this way, she was shut out.

Anger flared up inside her, and just as she was about to leave.

The door opened again, and Wu Heng, smiling, wiped the sweat from his forehead. "The room was a bit messy, I tidied up."

Slater didn't move, standing in place, glaring at him.

The leopard at her feet also bared its teeth.

"What's wrong? Please, come in." Wu Heng stepped aside, making room.

Slater hesitated but eventually trusted his words and walked in slowly.

Looking around, she suspiciously asked, "You're not hiding anyone, are you?"

"How could I?" Wu Heng helped her remove her cloak and continued, "When did you arrive? Why didn't you let me know in advance? I could've come to pick you up."

Slater glanced up the stairs before sitting on the sofa.

The leopard also jumped onto a nearby chair, curling up.

"I arrived at the border two days ago, but the road wasn't clear, so I only got here today," Slater explained.

"What would you like to drink?" Wu Heng asked.

"What do you have?"

"Iced tea, and hot milk tea."

"Milk tea, please."

Wu Heng boiled some water, then took out two bags of instant coffee from the drawer.

"If I'd known, I wouldn't have let you come. It's been quite dangerous around here lately."

Slater scrutinized him. "What, you didn't want me to come?"

"How could that be? I'm thrilled you're here!" Wu Heng said as he sat down across from her.

"Nonsense," Slater rolled her eyes at him. "Are you adjusting to life here?"

"I'm getting used to it," Wu Heng replied.

"How does it compare to Blackstone Town?"

"It's not bad, but the people here aren't easy to get along with."

Slater crossed her legs, the leather pants tightly wrapping around her smooth thighs.

"Gomez mentioned you had some conflict with the original captain when you first arrived. I'll arrange to have you transferred back soon."

"I'll be waiting for your good news."

The water finished boiling, and Wu Heng got up to make them each a cup of coffee.

The rich aroma quickly filled the room.

"Mmm! Smells so good. No wonder Yuli said you have all the best food here," Slater complimented.

Wu Heng handed her the coffee. "Why didn't Yuli come with you?"

"Do you think I'm here for fun? Besides, it's dangerous here. It wouldn't be good if she got into trouble," Slater said.

She crossed her legs again, leaning lazily against the sofa, her body tilting, with half of her round hips tightly pressed against the cushion.

Slater seemed to notice something and looked at him curiously.

Wu Heng quickly picked up his cup and took a sip, hurriedly averting his gaze.

"Pfft~! So hot." Wu Heng spat out the sip he had taken, burned by the heat.

"How old are you, and still getting burned by hot drinks?" Slater laughed, standing up and walking over to him. "Let me see, how bad is it?"

Wu Heng, feeling a bit embarrassed, stuck out his tongue. In truth, it wasn't that hot, he just hadn't been paying attention.

Slater bent over, moving in close.

That familiar scent emanated from her body.

He used to smell it often in her carriage.

Slater held his chin gently, her face slightly flushed.

Whoo~!

"Blow on it, and it won't be hot anymore."

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