Chapter 735: Chapter 595, Blushing Maid Bella (One update today)._2 Chapter 735: Chapter 595, Blushing Maid Bella (One update today)._2 Skeletons above level 10 were kept at the Island Lord’s Mansion, while those between level 5 and 10 were assigned to patrol the island.

The lower-level ones were sent to the construction sites in the expansion area to handle some of the transport tasks.

The numerous skeletons were divided into three groups based on their levels.

Wu Heng set his gaze on a particularly stout skeleton.

[Skeleton Warrior (Level 17)]
The Great Knight from the Heaven Destiny Cult.

Injured by his own grenades, then beheaded by ‘Babuzzi’ who seized the opportunity.

On the same level as the skeleton ronin, ‘Kerim.’
Though he had not reached level 18,
his level was still quite high, considering there were only two level 18 skeletons on the island, the Skeleton Prophet and the Skeleton Grand Boxer.

He was considered among the top combat forces.

As a level 17 warrior, he could also serve as a skeleton attendant for people close to him providing protection.

As for reaching level 18,
Wu Heng had thought the same when he made Kerim his skeleton attendant.

But to date, he had not achieved level 18.

The experience from killing zombies could not be shared with skeletons, so their level advancement was very slow.

“Once Kerim reaches level 18, I will help you level up. For now, you handle the security of the Island Lord’s Mansion,” Wu Heng said to the level 17 skeleton warrior.

Then he assigned him to a position near the building to take responsibility for the mansion’s security.

All the skeletons were arranged.

Wu Heng returned to the lounge chair in the courtyard, lying down, enjoying the sun, and watching the maids romping.

As dusk approached, Andre Willow returned from outside.

They had dinner together, casually chatting about amusing incidents on the island.

…

Night fell.

After taking a bath, Wu Heng returned to the study and glanced inside.

Glenda floated over, saying, “I’m thinking of publishing a new short story in the paper.”

Wu Heng looked puzzled at her, “The Great Detective stories pull in good reactions, won’t missing an issue affect that?”

“It might affect it a bit, but I also want to try publishing this short story to see how it goes,” Glenda said seriously.

With a flick of her hand, she controlled an object with her mind and the papers on the table floated over to Wu Heng’s hands.

“Take a look, and if you disagree, that’s fine. The final decision is yours,” she said.

Wu Heng nodded and began to read the papers.

The title raised Wu Heng’s eyebrows.

It was called “Blushing Maid Benny.”

From the title alone, he knew it had to be a story about Benny.

Looking up at Glenda and then at Benny off in the distance,
he focused on the story.

It was a simple tale, about Benny who lost her parents when young and came to Black Stone Town with a leather-selling carriage from her village.

Initially, she worked as a bar maid, handling tasks like serving drinks and meals,
until Wu Heng’s arrival, where she found true meaning by offering crucial information that saved the town’s children.

After Wu Heng left, unwilling to continue just being a maid, she ventured to spy on the Evil Cult that had level 18 professionals.

As expected, discovered by the cult,
Benny seized the information in her hand, denounced the cult and those villagers under its spell, and courageously walked into a great fire, consumed by flames.

Glenda’s writing was exceptional; Benny pointed out the suspect’s identity straight away, demonstrating great insight.

Finding out that she indirectly saved children from town made her appear kind-hearted.

By this point, her identity as a bar maid was less important, overshadowed by her intelligence and kindness.

In the end going after the level 18 professionals, denouncing them, and walking into the fire showed her inherent integrity and bravery.

Even professionals might not achieve that.

With over two thousand words, the story vividly portrayed a girl of humble origins and great integrity facing the fire.

Thrilling as the tale was, it left a somber tone.

Wu Heng glanced over at Benny, who seemed evasive in the distance.

Benny said softly, “It isn’t Lady Glenda’s fault; I told her the story willingly.”

Wu Heng smiled, “The story is fascinating, but the ending is rather somber. Aren’t you afraid that people will turn against the Island Lord’s Mansion?”

Glenda responded, “That wouldn’t happen!”

“I haven’t rescued Benny yet, so hearing this just fills me with guilt. You also want to publish it? We might lose quite a bit of the reputation we’ve built up recently.”

Nobility won’t decline,
but reputation is another matter.

“There is an ending where you go out and summon her as a Ghost, also killing the Evil Cult, avenging the villagers and Benny,” Glenda added.

“Then why didn’t you write it?” Wu Heng asked.

“I wanted you to read it first,” Glenda said with a smile.

“Then add it, and let’s go tell the skeletons about it, so we can print it tonight.”

“Good!” Glenda wrote the ending.

Wu Heng, accompanied by a ghost, headed to the printing press warehouse.

…

The next day, early in the morning.

Early on, people gathered around the intersection, sitting by the roadside or wandering aimlessly.

When the newspaper boy came by,
the crowd surged forward, scrambling to buy newspapers.

The bard ‘Saban,’ having grabbed a newspaper from the crowd, frowned at the bite mark and teeth imprint on his pancake and turned to curse, “Who bit my pancake, can’t you buy your own?”

Afterwards, he went off to the side, puffing in annoyance as he nibbled on the remaining pancake while starting to read the newspaper’s contents.

As per the arrangement with the tavern, after the newspaper came out, he was to go to the tavern to read the news immediately.

Of course, he also needed to preview it himself beforehand to have an idea in mind.

After having read the news of the surrounding kingdom cities, he turned his attention to the serialized story in the corner.

Blushing Maid Benny?

An erotic story?

Not a Great Detective story.

What is going on?

The whole island is waiting to find the murderer, and you stopped the serialization?

Frowning, he read on, his brows furrowing slightly with the story.

A sense of indignation rose in his heart.

He didn’t know if not reading the Great Detective story would displease the patrons, but he knew this story was equally captivating.

From his perspective as a bard.

A different genre, yet not lacking compared to the Great Detective.

Composing his feelings, Saban put the newspaper away and quickly walked toward the tavern.

…

Thud, thud, thud~!

Wu Heng sat in his study, waiting for the new newspaper results when suddenly the door was struck sharply.

The sound was sharp, like someone knocking on the door panel with a twig.

Wu Heng frowned.

If it had been the maid, she would have knocked and asked if he was in, and if not, she would not have come in.

Why was there persistent knocking today without anyone speaking?

Curious, he opened the door.

There he saw an alchemy skeleton with six arms.

Its lowest two arms each held an elixir, which it handed over directly.

Wu Heng frowned, guessing as he looked at it.

[Enhanced Strengthening Potion.]
The names of the two potions were the same.

“Level Three Corpse Nucleus Potion?” Wu Heng looked at the skeleton, his heart leaping with joy instantly.

The Alchemy Skeleton nodded slightly, confirming it.

It had been a long time since he had seen this potion.

Wu Heng thought the potion could not be produced anymore.

But now, it brought him a surprise.

Joyfully, Wu Heng took them in his hands and then asked, “Continue to concoct other corpse cores after returning, and tell me immediately if any material is missing.”

The Alchemy Skeleton saluted and turned to head toward the upstairs alchemy room.

Wu Heng then closed the door again.

Looking at the potion in front of him,
he pondered for a moment, then opened the door and shouted, “Mini!”

“What’s up, Master?” Mini’s voice came from downstairs.

“Come up here if you’re not busy,” he replied.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the staircase, and Mini, dressed in a maid’s outfit and carrying a tray of cut fruits, hurried upstairs.

Curiously, she asked, “What do you need, Master?”

Wu Heng glanced at the potions.

He said directly, “I’m about to take a new kind of potion; keep an eye on me, and if there’s any problem, remember to use the Detoxifying Potion and the Healing Scroll.”

A worried look appeared in Mini’s eyes.

“Is it that kind of strengthening potion?”

“Yes, the enhanced version,” he said.

Mini replied, “Let me test it first; if it’s safe, then you can take it.”

Wu Heng smiled and rubbed her head, “My constitution is high, nothing bad will happen.”

Mini nodded.

Wu Heng took out some potions and scrolls.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the potion and drank it down with his head tilted back.