Chapter 332, Help Me Gather Intelligence Too

Chapter 332, Help Me Gather Intelligence Too

Li Yanhong bashfully and angrily hit Wu Heng's chest twice, tilting her head back to respond to him.

Just as her coat was being removed, Li Yanhong turned her head away and said, "No, I need to take a bath first, I'm all sweaty."

Wu Heng casually unclasped her bustier and patted her lower back lightly. "Go ahead."

"You're impossible, doing this the moment you arrive," Li Yanhong muttered softly while clutching her clothes to her chest.

After she entered the bathroom, Wu Heng also undressed and followed her in.

...…

Emerging from the bathroom,

the two wrapped in towels sat by the bed.

Wu Heng took out two bottles of potion and placed them on the table. "Here are the new potions I made. Take these two."

Li Yanhong, drying her damp hair, raised an eyebrow.

It had been a while since she last saw corpse core potions. The lack of intelligence on mutated zombies nearby was the main reason.

Establishing a base in the city was proving to be the right move.

"Are these just for me? Shouldn't we give some to others too? I've consumed so many already and still haven't awakened any powers."

Wu Heng pulled her into his arms and said, "We'll consider others later. You're in charge here, so you need some strength."

"Alright! Should I take them now?"

"Yes!"

Without further ado, Li Yanhong opened the potions and drank both in succession.

After a brief sting throughout her body, everything returned to normal.

Li Yanhong could distinctly feel an improvement in her physical strength.

Casually grabbing at the air, she opened her palm to reveal a squashed mosquito.

"Wow, I have shadowless hands now," Li Yanhong exclaimed.

After washing her hands in the bathroom, she returned with a smile. "You're so good to me!"

"Still mad at me?"

"Yes, I am! You've been gone for so many days," Li Yanhong said, pouting.

Wu Heng pulled her closer. "I was busy over there, setting up a new market."

"Hmph!" Li Yanhong continued, "The bus station needs more food supplies and crossbows. The bag I brought has the gold and silver we've collected recently."

"See? I knew I could rely on you."

"You're impossible."

...…

Staying at the bus station until dusk, Wu Heng glanced at the time, planning to leave.

Li Yanhong helped him dress, muttering softly, "Honestly, this feels like sneaking around, rushing off as if we're having an affair."

Wu Heng laughed. "You're the main wife."

"What? You really have someone else? It's Qi Hancai, isn't it? I knew something was off with her," Li Yanhong immediately accused.

Wu Heng pinched her cheek. "Stop making things up."

"When will you come back again?" Li Yanhong asked.

"In a few days."

"And what about the food and crossbows I need?"

"How about this: I'll have a convoy deliver them along the outer roads. It'll only take about two days," Wu Heng suggested after some thought.

"Fine!"

After settling the arrangements,

Wu Heng picked up the bag of gold and silver on the ground, inspecting its weight.

It clinked noisily, weighing at least over 20 kilograms.

With each gold coin weighing 30 grams, this bag contained over 600 coins.

In another world, this would afford a luxurious lifestyle.

Storing it in his spatial ring, he walked out.

Mounting the skeleton wyvern, he waved goodbye and headed toward the old factory district.

The wyvern landed on the rooftop of the old factory district.

Wu Heng returned to his quarters, opened the portal, and returned to Gold-Silver Island.

...…

Back at his residence,

after dinner,

Wu Heng took out some potions and said, "These are newly refined potions to enhance physical fitness. Each of you gets two bottles. Drink them now."

Compared to the zombie world, Wu Heng felt that this other world was far more dangerous.

Zombies lacked the scheming and plotting; with a skeleton army for protection, there was virtually no threat.

But this world was different.

The Secret Cult, pirates, the mysterious blank envelopes—

each one of them would love to see him dead.

Similarly, Minie and Andviel also faced certain risks.

The potions were distributed with a preference for the two of them.

"Yay, I can become stronger again!" Minie cheered, happily grabbing two bottles.

"Thank you, Master," Andviel said with a polite smile, picking up her potions.

Minie froze for a moment, suddenly feeling a bit rude. She then bowed solemnly. "Oh, thank you, Master. You're the best!"

Wu Heng chuckled. "Alright, no need to be so formal with family."

"Exactly! Andviel is always like this."

Andviel glared at her, and Minie stuck out her tongue.

Wu Heng said, "Alright, drink up now. I'll watch over you."

Both nodded, opening the bottles and drinking them.

After a brief physical reaction, they felt their bodies strengthen.

They proceeded with the second bottle, experiencing the same effects.

Even Andviel's face showed a hint of joy.

"Let's train for a bit, then rest early."

"Sure! Tonight, I'll repay Master," Minie said excitedly.

Andviel glared at her again. "Stop making excuses."

"Then we'll do it together."

Andviel paused, swallowing her retort.

The three trained in the courtyard for a while before heading to bed together.

...…

The next day, at the guild,

Wu Heng sat at his desk, reviewing the latest bounty updates.

Several new pirate crews and ordinary fugitives had been added.

Philipa's bounty had risen to 650 silver coins. If not for her recent appearance,

with her estimated age and level, she might have been assigned a third-tier merit rating.

Knock, knock~!

The door opened, and Andviel entered with a woman.

"Master, Mrs. Milisen is here," Andviel announced.

Milisen was Philipa's mother—a woman in her late thirties, with pale skin and a full figure.

"Master!" the woman whispered, bowing her head slightly.

"Just call me Deputy Steward. No need to follow their lead," Wu Heng replied.

Having the mother of a subordinate call him "Master" felt a bit odd.

"Yes, Deputy Steward," she said.

Wu Heng continued, "I met your daughter two days ago. She asked me to arrange some work for you. Have you done anything before?"

The woman cautiously glanced up. "I ran an inn for a while, but there weren't many people in the village, so I had to close it."

In a village setting, running an inn wasn't practical.

But at least it gave her some business experience.

Wu Heng thought for a moment and asked, "If I buy you a shop to open a tavern, do you think you can manage it?"

"I... I'm not sure," she said hesitantly.

Gold-Silver Island was vastly different from her former village.

Here, with its bustling trade, the number of sailors and merchants arriving daily was immense.

Tavern-style inns thrived here, often providing good business.

They could also serve as sources of valuable intelligence.

After some thought, Wu Heng said, "Give it a try. You've left the village now; you deserve a better life."

The woman paused, then nodded. "You're right!"

"Andviel."

"Master?" Andviel responded, looking over.

"Go to the city office and purchase a shop in a good location. Don't go yourself; send someone else," Wu Heng instructed.

"Understood, Master."

Andviel left.

Now it was just Wu Heng and the woman in the room.

"Sir, how is my daughter doing?" she asked hesitantly.

"She's doing well—better than you, at least."

Hearing this, the woman visibly relaxed. "Philipa is a bit tomboyish. If she has any shortcomings, I hope you'll overlook them."

"It's fine; her personality is quite good."

"Thank you."

Wu Heng looked at her again and asked, "What's your profession?"

"I don't have one yet!"

Hearing this, Wu Heng frowned slightly.

In a world where nearly everyone had a profession, reaching this age without one was unusual.

"How old are you?"

"Thirty-eight."

Wu Heng thought for a moment and said, "Wait in the other room for a bit."

Following his instructions, the woman moved to a side room.

Wu Heng called over a staff member at the door. "Go to the front desk and fetch me a 'Surveyor' profession scroll."

"Yes, Deputy Steward."

Soon, the transfer scroll arrived.

After the staff member left, Wu Heng handed it to the woman. "This is a surveyor scroll. From now on, as you run the tavern, you'll also be responsible for gathering intelligence for me."

The surveyor profession specialized in observation and documentation.

It often served clerical roles and was highly valued across various factions.

However, it came with drawbacks. Surveyors were "destined workers," with little combat ability and few high-level practitioners.

Seeing the scroll, the woman's face lit up with excitement. "Th-thank you, Deputy Steward!"

"Alright, go ahead and change professions."

The woman tore the scroll, and a light enveloped her.

As the light faded, her demeanor and aura changed.

Her eyes sparkled with intelligence, and she now carried a perceptive air.

Wu Heng said, "The surveyor profession emphasizes observation and intelligence gathering. Although you're starting late, focus on your surroundings, and you'll catch up."

"I'll work hard!"

"Good. Do your best. For now, you're not officially part of the guild, but you're one of my informants. Work a few years, and if you wish to leave, I'll help you find a new path."

"Thank you, sir."