Chapter 12

Wu Heng’s brows furrowed as he stepped back and asked, “May I know the reason?”

“Special occupation, a life was taken, and suspicions of your intimate relationship with a wanted criminal.” The guard answered, listing several dubious reasons.

“So according to you, I can’t fight back when a wanted criminal is trying to kill me?” Wu Heng retorted.

The guard captain’s gaze turned icy, and the men behind him rested their hands on the hilts of their swords.

Wu Heng’s face also turned grim.

Does this place have no sense of reason?

Yet, he didn’t plan to fight back.

If he attacked the guards now, his guilt would be confirmed.

At that point, even if it’s fine to kill the wanted criminal, attacking the guards would be a new piece of evidence against him.

Just as the guards were about to take him away, the worker who had just left quickly returned.

Frowning at the threatening guards, she said to Wu Heng: “Mr. Wu Heng, the Administrator wishes to see you.”

The Administrator?

An administrator from the Guild?

Wu Heng didn’t respond, but eyed the guards before him.

The worker continued, “Gentlemen, can you wait for a moment?”

This Guild isn’t as simple as it seemed.

An ordinary receptionist could speak confidently to the guards.

The guards frowned but made way nonetheless.

Wu Heng followed the worker along the corridor she had come from, up a staircase to the second floor, and stopped in front of a room. She spoke softly, “Administrator, Mr. Wu Heng is here.”

“Let him in!”

…

Upon entering the room filled with bookshelves and documents, a man dressed in formal wear with white hair was sitting there.

His age didn’t seem too old, but he gave off vibes of someone recovering from a severe illness.

The worker leading Wu Heng whispered something to the man, before exiting the room.

The man’s gaze fell on Wu Heng, “My name is ‘Yazde’, the resident Administrator of Black Stone Town.”

“I’m honored to meet you, Administrator Yazde.”

“No need to be formal. Sit down and let’s talk. This is your bounty reward, but you can only choose one skill book.” The man carried himself with elegance, like a nobleman.

On the table, there lay a leather coin pouch and two ancient books with frayed edges.

Once he settled down, Wu Heng’s gaze fell upon the books.

“Dancing Light Skill”

(Description: You can create hovering sources of light.)

A lighting spell?

What use is that?

In a zombie world, he’d already found several flashlights with leftover batteries.

He doesn’t need this at the moment.

“Acid Splash”

(Description: Release an Acid Ball, causing strong acid damage to the target.)

Spewing acid?

Why are these spells so different from what he imagined?

Where are the fireballs and lightning?

“I’ll choose this one.” Wu Heng chose the coin pouch and ‘Acid Splash’ and packed them away.

The man nodded, and speaking in an easygoing manner, said, “I heard you ran into some trouble before I called you here?”

“Yes, the guards want to take me for an investigation, on the grounds of unauthorized combat.”

“Haha, it’s normal for most places to dislike Necromancers.” The man laughed and poured two cups of tea, passing one to

Wu Heng.

Wu Heng wasn’t in the mood to share his tea and chit-chat, so he asked directly, “Why did Administrator Yazde ask for me?”

The man took a sip from his teacup and slowly said, “Do you want to change your current situation?”

“What do you mean?” Wu Heng looked at him curiously.

“I can give you a suggestion, so you don’t need to worry about others causing trouble for you, and also gain some special privileges.”

These words stirred something in Wu Heng.

Necromancers are helpful in a zombie world, but in Black Stone Town, they’re a burden.

If there’s a solution, he’d be willing to listen.

“What’s your suggestion?”

The man smiled and said, “The Guild welcomes any professional with a clean record, promising to be a strong supporter.”

To join the Guild?

“I’ve already registered as a member of the Guild.”

Based on the information he had,

The Guild seemed more like a mercenary registration office.

They maintained their regular operations by issuing tasks and bounties.

“I’m referring to becoming a permanent member of the Guild, not just a registered one. You could consider it as being officially employed by the Guild, giving you a legal status and special privileges within most forces and cities worldwide.”

Upon hearing those words, Wu Heng’s eyes lit up.

If that were the case, becoming a member of the Guild would be a good choice.

But immediately, he suppressed his excitement and asked, “What do I need to do?”

“Complete some tasks issued by the Guild’s headquarters. They might be to explore certain locations or gather intelligence.” The man patiently explained.

Wu Heng hesitated, “I’m not fond of taking risks, and also, I managed to kill the fugitive by sheer luck. I don’t really have any particular skills.”

“Don’t worry, most of the Guild’s tasks are to assist local guards. We don’t encourage risky behavior like what you did, taking down a fugitive alone.”

The man looked up at him and continued, “Of course, the Guild can offer many benefits. Information, knowledge, magical items, or even money and connections. Not everyone can obtain this position.”

The way he put it, the benefits of the Guild actually seemed pretty good.

Most importantly, he could escape his uncomfortable position as a Necromancer, and no longer be treated like a criminal.

“Why choose me?”

He didn’t believe he was some ‘Chosen One’. If he were that lucky, he wouldn’t have experienced the End of the World before bartering his items.

The man continued to explain, “Each Guild branch can recruit talent themselves, not just regular fighters, but also those with special abilities or rare occupations. Of course, they must have a clean record and no criminal history.”

“So I was recruited because I’m a Necromancer?”

“A Necromancer fits the definition of ‘rare’ quite perfectly here, and even more so one without a criminal record.”

The Guild is really strange. While Black Stone Town had such disdain for him, they wanted to recruit him.

Thinking quickly in his head,

It seemed that joining the Guild wouldn’t impact him much, but would instead bring many advantages.

There was no reason to refuse.

Having normal status would allow him to better use Black Stone Town to improve himself, and he wouldn’t need to worry as much.

After understanding this, Wu Heng smiled, “Thank you for your trust, Mr. Yazde. Can I join the Guild here?”

The man chuckled, nodded, and opened the drawer to remove a form. “Fill in your details here. We’ll give you a response in about three or four days.”

Wu Heng nodded, thoroughly reading through the content of the form.

After filling in his details, he handed it back.

The man took the form, glanced over it, put it back in the drawer, and rose from his seat saying, “Let’s go, I’ll take you to see the corpse.”

Corpse?