The balcony, the courtyard, and some hidden spots.
The number of skeleton attendants even surpassed the guard count of a normal noble's residence.
Moreover, they were all necromancer attendants.
The man leaned against the wall, recalling the intelligence he had previously received.
Coming from a small town and becoming a professional in less than a year, the highest level wouldn't exceed 10.
Just the number of necromantic skeletons in the courtyard was enough to overturn all the previous intelligence.
"Intelligence is as unreliable as ever," he murmured.
His gaze swept across the gate opposite the street, as he contemplated his next move.
After a brief moment of thought.
He closed the scroll in his hand, hefted the sword, and turned to leave.
...
Inside the study.
Wu Heng handed out a few bottles of level one corpse core potion to two maids.
"Thank you, master!" The two nodded their thanks.
With faces full of joy.
This potion was a rare treasure.
