Chapter 484, Imiro Has Left
After Wu Heng finished dressing,
Milisen, her face slightly flushed, softly said, "My lord, are you planning to send Philippa out to sea?"
Wu Heng observed her expression and replied, "Yes, she'll represent Gold-Silver Island and set sail tomorrow."
"My lord…" Milisen abruptly looked up, only to quickly lower her gaze again. "Can't you arrange another job for her? Even staying in the tavern could help gather intelligence for you."
Wu Heng understood her concern.
After all, setting sail meant facing potential dangers.
She simply wanted to keep Philippa safe on the island.
"Have you asked Philippa what she thinks?" Wu Heng asked, looking at her.
"She's too young to understand!" Milisen muttered quietly.
Wu Heng sat down and thought for a moment before saying, "She's old enough now, and we should respect her choices. Besides, Philippa is very capable."
Philippa had never struck Wu Heng as someone incompetent.
She had a solid grasp of navigation and ship mechanics, far surpassing most pirates.
He truly believed she could achieve great things in maritime endeavors.
From another perspective,
Wu Heng had freed her and her mother from prison, saved their lives, and provided them with a good life.
Philippa had been invaluable in providing intelligence.
Now, it was no different. Just because the tavern was operational didn't mean the work was done.
Milisen, her head lowered, softly said, "She's my only daughter."
Understanding her motherly worry, Wu Heng gently replied, "You don't want Philippa to spend her entire life cooped up in the tavern, do you? She's now an guild Whisperer with a bright future ahead."
These words caused Milisen's expression to freeze momentarily.
She knew she couldn't control Philippa and that her daughter had achieved far more than she had ever imagined.
An guild Whisperer with a close connection to the Island Lord.
After quickly weighing her thoughts, she looked up again and said, "My lord, you're right. Philippa has her own path to follow, and it will be better than mine."
Wu Heng nodded. "Don't worry. I won't let her come to any harm."
"Thank you, my lord." Milisen bowed and expressed her gratitude.
"The tavern can continue gathering intelligence. I've noticed it's been quite busy lately."
"Yes, my lord."
The tavern was indeed bustling, with many patrons gathered to eat and chat.
Wu Heng left the tavern and called for a carriage at the entrance.
He headed toward the guild.
...…
Guild, Steward's Office.
Wu Heng knocked lightly on the door. Hearing a voice inside, he pushed the door open and entered.
Sheila Grey was sitting behind her desk, sorting through a stack of documents.
Seeing him enter, she looked curious. "Island Lord, what brings you here?"
"Just checking in on you." Wu Heng sat down nearby. "Why haven't you hired an assistant? You're a steward now; you must be overwhelmed."
When Sheila Grey was a deputy steward, she didn't have an assistant.
Most of the administrative work had fallen to Andviel under Wu Heng's orders.
Now that Sheila Grey had become the local steward, she couldn't delegate her duties as easily.
Hiring an assistant was inevitable.
"I've already written to my clan. They should arrive soon," Sheila Grey said directly.
A steward's assistant, while technically a personal aide,
had access to sensitive matters and needed to be someone the steward fully trusted.
Wu Heng nodded and asked, "Have you arranged for the patrols?"
Sheila Grey set her papers down and replied, "Everything's been arranged. The teams and guild guards have designated patrol areas. If you want to include skeletons, just bring them to the guild. Make sure they're the smarter ones to avoid any issues."
"Alright, I'll select some skeletons tomorrow."
Forming squads on Gold-Silver Island wasn't easy.
In the short term, the guild was necessary to maintain order.
At least guild members adhered to certain moral standards, minimizing risks.
After finishing the patrol discussion, Sheila Grey added, "By the way, Steward Imiro has left the island. To avoid drawing attention and causing trouble, he left without notifying you. If you need him, you can send a letter to the headquarters."
Wu Heng raised an eyebrow, surprised.
Imiro had left the island?
This meant that Wu Heng and his skeleton minions were now the strongest on Gold-Silver Island.
It wasn't that the autocannons and skeleton army were inferior to Imiro,
but Imiro's presence on the island had been a significant deterrent to most enemies.
Autocannons and the skeleton army excelled in open combat, showcasing immense power.
However, if high-level professionals launched a surprise attack or infiltrated the city for close-quarters combat, high-level professionals were essential.
Imiro had likely left quietly, taking such risks into account.
When Imiro appeared at headquarters, word would inevitably spread.
Outwardly, Wu Heng said, "Well, we now have a strong ally at headquarters. Steward Imiro can continue pursuing his goals."
"So refined—not at all like a necromancer."
Wu Heng continued, "What do you plan to do with the Divine Punishment Sect's Level 18 Boxer's corpse?"
Sheila Grey glanced at him with a sly smile. "What? You want it?"
Wu Heng didn't deny it. "I have no choice. The Divine Punishment Sect is still watching Gold-Silver Island. Without high-level professionals, we're all in danger."
"Your gadgets and skeletons are enough."
"That's for open battles. If someone sneaks into the city or targets us directly, it's still risky," Wu Heng said.
Sheila Grey nodded and quickly wrote a certificate,
handing it to him. "Here, this is my gift to you. But remember, I'll need access if necessary."
It seemed she had planned to give it to him all along,
just waiting for him to ask.
Wu Heng glanced at the certificate and smiled. "You know I'd always help you if needed, skeletons included."
Sheila Grey squinted slightly, rolling her eyes at him.
"I'll go check on the corpse," Wu Heng said.
"Go ahead!"
Leaving the steward's office, he headed straight for the morgue.
The island had been relatively peaceful recently.
Two coroners sat chatting near the entrance, having little work to do.
Seeing Wu Heng approach, they immediately saluted. "Island Lord."
Wu Heng handed them the certificate. "Where's the Level 18 corpse? The steward has authorized me to take it."
After verifying the document, one of them gestured. "It's inside. I'll take you there."
They led him to the farthest corner of the morgue.
On an iron table lay a body wrapped in a straw mat.
Unrolling the mat's face revealed a bald man with thick eyebrows—a Level 18 Boxer.
"I'll take it." Wu Heng stored the body in his spatial ring.
"Understood," the coroner nodded.
With the corpse secured and patrols arranged,
Wu Heng didn't bother Sheila Grey further.
He called for a carriage and returned home.
...…
At the manor,
the fountain had been fully repaired.
The cracks caused by sword energy were patched, and the damaged runes re-etched.
Runes were truly fascinating.
They didn't require plumbing or a water source.
By absorbing nearby water elements, they condensed water to spray from above, creating a fountain.
It was far more energy-efficient than modern fountains.
After greeting Minnie,
Wu Heng took out the Level 18 corpse in a corner of the manor.
Unwrapping the straw mat revealed the stitched body inside.
Without hesitation, he cast [Raise Skeleton].
Necromantic magic enveloped the body,
and a skeleton rose from the ground.
[Skeleton Grand Boxer (Level 18)]