Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse

Wu Heng frowned, took a step back and asked, "Can I know the reason?"

"Special profession, causing a human life, and suspecting that you have a closer relationship with a wanted criminal." The guard opened his mouth and listed several unreasonable reasons.

"According to your opinion, if a wanted criminal wants to kill me, he can't fight back?" Wu Heng asked.

The guard captain's eyes turned cold, and several people behind him also put their hands on the iron swords at their waists.

Wu Heng's face also became serious.

This place is unreasonable.

But he had no intention of resisting.

Now if he fights with the guards, he will be proven guilty.

At that time, even if it is okay to kill the wanted criminal, attacking the guard will be a new evidence of crime.

Just when the guards were about to take him away, the staff member who had just left quickly came back.

He frowned and glanced at the aggressive guard, then said to Wu Heng, "Mr. Wu Heng, the deacon wants to see you."

deacon?

Deacon of the Association of Professionals?

Wu Heng did not answer, but glanced at the guards in front of him.

The staff continued: "Gentlemen, please wait here for a while."

This professional association is really not as simple as it seems.

An ordinary front desk clerk was confident in talking to the guards.

The guard frowned, but moved out of the way.

Wu Heng followed the staff and walked towards the corridor where she came from. She climbed up the stairs on one side to the second floor, stopped in front of a room door, and said softly: "Deacon, Mr. Wu Heng is here."

"Let him in!"

…

Pushing open the door and entering a room filled with bookshelves and documents, a man in a formal dress with gray hair sat.

He may not be very old, but he feels like he has not recovered from a serious illness.

The staff member who led the way took a step forward, whispered a few words, and then left.

The man set his sights on Wu Heng, "My name is 'Yazd' and I am the deacon stationed in Blackstone Town."

"It's an honor to meet you, Deacon 'Yazd'."

"There's no need to be so formal. Sit down and talk. That's your bounty reward. You can only choose one skill." The man behaved very elegantly, like a noble.

On the table, there was a leather money bag and two handfuls of old rolled-up books.

After Wu Heng sat down, his eyes fell on the books.

【Dancing Lights】

(Description: You can create floating light sources.)

Luminescence?

What's the use?

In the zombie world, he found several flashlights with remaining power.

Not currently available.

[Acid splash]

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

Throw sulfuric acid?

Why are the spells in this world different from what I imagined?

Fireball, thunder and lightning?

"I choose this." Wu Heng put away all the money bag and 'Acid Splash'.

The man nodded and said in a casual tone, "I heard that something happened before I asked you to come?"

"Well, the guards want to take me to investigate for the reason of fighting privately."

"Haha, necromancers are disliked everywhere. This is normal." The man smiled as he poured two cups of tea and handed one cup to him.

Wu Heng was not in the mood to drink tea and chat with him, and asked directly: "Does Deacon Yazd have anything to do with me?"

The man picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and said slowly: "Do you want to change your situation?"

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

"I can give you a suggestion. You don't have to worry about others making trouble for you, and you have certain rights."

These words made Wu Heng's heart move.

Necromancers are helpful in the zombie world, but they are a burden in Blackstone Town.

If there was a solution, he would be willing to hear it.

"What suggestions do you have?"

The man smiled and said: "The Professionals Association accepts any professional with a clean file and will become a solid backing."

Join a professional association?

"I have registered as a member of the Professionals Association."

According to the information he received.

The Professionals Association is more like a mercenary registration office.

By issuing some tasks and bounties, the normal operation of the entire association is maintained.

"I'm talking about standing members of the association, not registered members. You can understand it as employees of the association. In most powers and cities around the world, they will have legal status and have some privileges."

Wu Heng's eyes lit up when he heard the other party's words.

If this is the case, then becoming a member of a professional association is a great option.

But then, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked, "What do I need to do?"

"To complete some tasks issued by the association headquarters, it may be to explore the location or collect intelligence." The man explained patiently.

Wu Heng hesitated, "I don't like taking risks, and killing the fugitive is just a fluke. I have no strength at all."

"Don't worry, most of the association's tasks are to assist local guards, and we do not advocate your dangerous behavior of apprehending fugitives alone."

The man looked up at him and continued: "Of course, the association can provide many benefits, such as intelligence, knowledge, magic props, money, and connections. In short, this position is not available to everyone."

That being said, the benefits of professional associations are actually quite good.

The most important thing is that he can get out of his necromancer situation and no longer have to act like a prisoner.

"Why choose me?"

He doesn't think that he is the son of destiny. If he is true, the world will not end before he resells the items.

The man continued to explain, "The branch association can recruit talents on its own. In addition to common combatants, people with special abilities and rare professions are also included. Of course, they must have clean identities and no criminal records."

"I was added because of the Necromancer?"

"Necromancers, here are the word rare enough, and even fewer have no criminal record."

This professional association is really weird. Blackstone Town hates it so much that he actually wants to recruit himself into it.

I thought quickly in my mind.

It seems that joining will not have much impact on you, but it will bring more benefits.

There is absolutely no reason to refuse.

Now that I have a normal identity, I can make better use of Blackstone Town to improve myself, and I no longer have so many worries.

After thinking about it, Wu Heng smiled and said, "Thank you Mr. Yazd for your trust. Can I join the Professionals Association here?"

The man nodded with a smile, opened the drawer, and took out a form. "Fill in your information and I will get a reply in about three or four days."

Wu Heng nodded and read the above content carefully.

Then he filled in his information and handed it back again.

The man took the document, glanced at it briefly, put it in the drawer, stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the body first."

Corpse?