Your New Maid?

The old man followed the coffin into the room.

He gripped a wooden cane, his body hunched and his steps laborious.

Wu Heng watched him, guessing at his identity and why he had come along.

Although the consortium dealt in every kind of business, it would not casually bring outsiders in when it came to commissions involving corpses and bones.

Wu Heng had come all this way to purchase corpses precisely to avoid leaking the news.

This sort of thing could not be done openly, especially not by bringing a stranger inside.

Wu Heng needed a reasonable explanation.

Lady Li noticed Wu Heng's gaze. She smiled first, then softly explained, "Mr. Kostas Alvarez, a Level 17 Machinist from the Kelt Kingdom. He should break through to level 18 within a few years. As it happens, you have a need for this sort of... talent."

Wu Heng raised an eyebrow and looked at the other man again.

His orders had always specified corpses. He had never written anything about talent.

Besides, talent was uncontrollable. How could it be safer than skeletons?

The old man's slightly clouded eyes turned toward him. He made an effort to perform a nobleman's greeting. "Kostas Alvarez greets you, Lord Mage. Please forgive my presumptuous visit, but as you can see, I do not have much time left. I can feel my body reaching its limit. It may be within the next few days."

"Hello." Wu Heng nodded, then asked, "What does that have to do with my order?"

The old man said directly, "Lord Mage, I am willing to offer all my wealth. Please help me stay alive."

Wu Heng's eyes narrowed slightly. Just as he had expected.

The man intended to have him extend his life.

A Level 17 Machinist was even rarer than combat