Chapter 140: Flame God Refuge

Chapter 140: Flame God Refuge

A light drizzle fell from the sky.

Wu Heng held an umbrella, walking down an empty path with Barson and Bagdong.

They arrived at Wen Mansa's residence; the entrance was deserted.

Normally, there would be subordinates guarding the place, rotating in shifts around the clock.

But in weather like this, no one wanted to stay outside guarding the door.

When told to go inside to avoid the rain, everyone was happy to comply.

Wu Heng pushed open the gate, entered the courtyard, and then the room.

As soon as he opened the door, a figure dressed in a low-cut silk gown rushed toward him.

Wu Heng caught her in his arms, feeling nothing but softness and warmth.

"Master!" Wen Mansa called softly.

After the last time, it seemed she had become even more open.

"Wearing so little, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Wu Heng said as he held her, closing the door with his foot.

"I've been waiting for you to warm me up, Master!" Wen Mansa wrapped her arms around his neck and coquettishly said, "Master, I've missed you so much."

As she spoke, her shoulder strap slipped, revealing one of her "snowy peaks," round and firm.

At this moment, Wen Mansa was a complete contrast to the gang leader's wife she was during the day.

In front of her subordinates, she was cold and aloof, but now she was as soft and seductive as if she might melt.

Wu Heng lightly patted her waist and asked, "Any news from Roch?"

"Someone came by during the day to check. He should be back in the next couple of days," Wen Mansa replied.

"Hmm, let me know as soon as he returns. I'll make you the leader of the Spikes Gang," Wu Heng promised directly.

He needed someone to gather intel.

Wen Mansa, who had signed a slave contract, was the perfect candidate.

"I'll do whatever Master arranges, even if it's just to stay by your side as a little maid," Wen Mansa continued.

It was hard to tell if it was because of the slave contract or if Wen Mansa was just naturally clingy.

"Your skills are better suited for being the gang's lady boss."

"Thank you, Master." Wen Mansa pulled him to the table, "You've been busy all day, you must not have eaten. I had dinner prepared."

Wu Heng sat at the table, eating dinner while Wen Mansa carefully served him.

He ate a little bit.

The two sat at the table, talking about what had happened over the past few days.

Wu Heng had gained some understanding of the outer district.

......

The next morning.

Wen Mansa helped Wu Heng dress after he woke up.

Having a personal maid to take care of daily life was actually quite nice.

Wu Heng took out a few sets of women's undergarments and clothing he had brought back from the shopping district from his spatial ring and handed them to her, saying, "These are for you. I'm not sure if they fit."

Wen Mansa's eyes widened as she looked at the colorful clothes.

Her eyes filled with joy as she threw herself at him, saying, "Thank you, Master."

"Hmm."

After a while.

Wen Mansa took her subordinates to the tavern for breakfast, while Wu Heng got dressed and headed toward the inner district.

It had rained all night.

As he walked through the streets, water gushed toward the drains on both sides of the road.

The entire city was built with a complex drainage system.

Despite the heavy rain last night, there was no flooding today.

Wu Heng, along with his two skeletons, headed directly to the Guild.

At the front desk, he collected the bounty from last night's investigation.

He returned to the resting area.

Duke and Marta were already there, chatting in the lounge.

When they saw Wu Heng enter, they both smiled, "Captain!"

"Hmm, the bounty is in. The Guild gave 720 coins, and those residents pooled together 120. These are your shares." Wu Heng handed them their respective bounties.

Marta glanced at Duke.

Duke stood up, "Thank you, Captain."

Seeing Duke take his share, Marta also picked up her pouch, "Thank you, Captain."

"Hmm, if there's nothing else, you can head back. Keep focusing on gathering intel," Wu Heng continued.

"Got it, Captain. Protecting the people, I know."

"Alright, if there's nothing else, go on home."

"Oh!"

The two got up and left, and Wu Heng also left the Guild.

He headed straight to the Serpent Emblem Consortium across the street.

......

"Good morning, Mr. Wu Heng."

In the VIP room of the Serpent Emblem Consortium, the local manager, Lesia, swayed her hips as she walked over.

"Good morning."

Lesia sat down across from him, her pale legs peeking out from under her skirt, and she smiled, "Mr. Wu Heng, are you here to inquire about the construction of the 'Burial Ground'?"

"Hmm, is it ready? I also have a few other matters to discuss." Wu Heng leaned back on the sofa.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wu Heng, the construction isn't ready yet," Lesia apologized softly.

"It's taking a bit long."

"Yes, rune buildings require a Rune Master to design them, and combined with transportation, it's quite time-consuming," Lesia sighed, "We're eager to get it done, too."

"Try to speed things up."

Lately, with plenty of gold in hand, Wu Heng felt more confident in his endeavors.

"Of course, sir!"

"I have a withdrawal slip from your consortium here. I'd like to withdraw everything," Wu Heng said, taking out the receipt he had obtained from killing the Blood Worship Cult members.

These slips recognized only the bearer, not the owner, so anyone holding one could withdraw the contents.

"Understood, sir. Please wait a moment."

Lesia handed the slip to the staff outside and sat down to chat with Wu Heng.

Soon, there was a knock at the door.

A staff member came in carrying a wooden box.

They placed it on the table and left.

Wu Heng opened it to reveal neatly stacked silver coins and a book.

"The Book of Runes "

It wasn't a skill book but a book about magical runes.

Wu Heng didn't look at it much and closed the box.

Lesia maintained her smile, quietly accompanying him.

"I want to purchase some corpses," Wu Heng said.

"Oh? What kind of corpses do you need, sir?" Lesia asked.

"Alchemists, above Level 10, no specific race or gender required, as long as they're alchemists," Wu Heng stated his requirements.

Lesia nodded, took out a contract form, and filled it out herself. "How many corpses would you like, sir?"

Clearly, this wasn't the first time he had made such a purchase; he knew exactly what to ask for.

This saved a lot of time.

"Five."

Lesia glanced up. The price for five would be considerable.

She kept her smile, "Understood, sir. You'll need to pay a deposit of 1,000 silver coins. When the bodies arrive, the balance will be calculated based on the condition of the corpses and transportation costs."

The last time he had purchased corpses, the deposit had been 300 silver coins.

This time, it was 1,000, likely due to the larger quantity.

"That's fine. How long until they're delivered?"

"They'll be delivered gradually, starting in about three days."

Damn! That's fast.

Hopefully, they're not killing people on demand.

Wu Heng didn't say anything more and took 1,000 silver coins from the box and handed them over.

"Sir, may I use your seal?" Lesia extended her hand.

Wu Heng handed it over, and she pressed it into the ink and stamped the contract.

"It's all set, sir."

Lesia smiled, pleased to have such a wealthy young client.

He had come several times now, and each time he spent a significant amount.

Even in Rentam City, clients like him were rare.

Her performance this year would likely surpass previous years.

Maintaining a good relationship with him would ensure a strong reputation within the region.

"By the way, is there still a shop available like the one we discussed last time?" Wu Heng asked.

Lesia's eyes lit up again.

Just what she had hoped for.

"Of course! Would you like to take a look?" Lesia immediately called for a map.

"Hmm."

The same map from last time was laid out on the table.

Lesia pointed out several locations one by one.

The map marked all the locations in the city, including major streets and key areas.

Even the drainage system was noted.

Wu Heng studied the map carefully.

"Which shop has a good location with a backyard?" he asked.

Lesia glanced at the map and pointed to a shop in the northern outer district with her slender finger, "This one meets your requirements. It's a shop at the front with a small courtyard and a warehouse in the back."

Wu Heng looked at the location. It was slightly off the main road but not too far.

Not bad.

"Take me to see it!"

"Of course." Lesia gave the order to prepare a carriage.

Before long, the carriage was ready.

The two of them boarded and headed directly to the shop.

......

Soon, they arrived at the shop.

Wu Heng pushed open the door and walked in.

The shop was a two-story building, each floor about 40 square meters, not very large.

It hadn't been vacant for too long, as there were still footprints on the floor from the last visitors.

"It used to be a jewelry shop, but business wasn't good, so it closed down," Lesia said, taking a few steps inside and running her fingers over the dust on the windowsill.

"Hmm, let's see the backyard."

Behind the shop was a small courtyard connected to a warehouse.

Wu Heng took a look and then inspected the warehouse carefully. It seemed decent enough.

"Let's head back."

After locking up, they got back into the carriage and returned.

Lesia rested her chin in her hand, looking at him, "Sir, what do you think? Are you satisfied with the location?"

"Hmm, I'm satisfied. If you can guarantee there won't be any trouble from the local gangs or security issues, I'll take it."

"Rest assured, the Serpent Emblem Consortium is a reputable business, and we have enough strength to ensure the safety of your shop," Lesia said confidently.

Wu Heng nodded, feeling satisfied, "Alright, I'll take it."

"Great, I'll write up the contract."

The new contract was completed, and Lesia continued, "The rent for this shop is 2,000 silver coins."

"Hmm." Wu Heng paid the money and accepted the key she handed over.

After thinking for a moment, he added, "I'll be opening the shop in a few days. Have someone clean it up for me."

"Of course," Lesia agreed immediately and then asked, "What kind of business are you planning to run?"

"General goods, household items."

Uh...

Lesia glanced at him, seeing that he wasn't joking.

Such high rent for a shop selling household goods?

Quite a bold venture.

But it wasn't her business. He had his own ideas.

"What's the name of the shop? I'll have someone make a sign for you, so you can just put it up when it's ready," Lesia continued.

Maintaining a good relationship with someone like him would be beneficial.

"Let's call it the 'More Customers General Store.'"

"Got it!"

......

The carriage returned to the inner district, and Wu Heng disembarked, heading back to his residence.

He opened the portal and entered the zombie world.

Exiting the community, he arrived at the intersection.

From a distance, he saw a convoy parked by the roadside.

Wu Heng used the radio to call Li Yanhong.

Soon, she came running from afar.

"How's the situation at the prison?"

"All good, everything's the same as when we left. The supplies have been delivered," Li Yanhong replied.

It seemed like the prison was stable, and with Li Yanhong bringing people back, nothing else should go wrong.

"By the way, a new refuge has appeared on the frequency recently, recruiting survivors," Li Yanhong suddenly remembered and said.

This area shared the same radio frequency.

The frequency Li Yanhong mentioned should cover their region.

"It's called Flame God Refuge. The leader awakened a superpower and can control fire."

Wu Heng frowned, looking at her, "Is it really possible to awaken elemental control powers?"