Ark Undead

Thinking of this, Hannah took another swig of wine in frustration.

This liquor isn't very strong, but it's still a good product transported from the Upper City.

Hannah quickly finished the bottle of wine.

Just as Hannah was about to get up and grab another bottle, hurried footsteps sounded as someone walked in at the base entrance.

The man had long, blond hair tied back, but many strands remained loose on the sides and above his forehead. Although it looked messy, it surprisingly fit the image of a gang member.

As soon as she walked in, Hannah stood up. Hannah looked at the woman who had entered and involuntarily looked away.

"Boss."

"I've heard about it."

Vina went to the wooden crate, pried it open, took out two bottles of wine, and tossed one to Hannah.

"then."

Hannah reached out and caught the bottle that was thrown at her.

The two twisted open the bottle caps, tapped the glass bottles together in the air, and then took a swig together.

Vina jumped onto the wooden crate, sat down, put the wine bottle aside, took out a lollipop from her pocket, tore open the wrapper, and put it in her mouth.

How many died?

Vina asked, her voice not sounding particularly sad.

"More than twenty."

Hannah's voice wasn't as loud as when she spoke to the undead.

“There may be some brothers who haven’t made it back yet, but I’ve let the brothers who have returned go and rest first.”

"Ah."

Vina nodded, took the lollipop out of her mouth with her left hand, and took another swig of wine.

Hannah didn't say anything either; the two of them just sat there, taking turns eating.

After a while, Vina had almost finished her drink, and then she put the lollipop in her mouth.

"We won't only face this once."

When Vina got to this point, her tone became somewhat hesitant.

"Or rather...me."

In fact, Vina does care about her brothers.

She can remember everyone she met, and she can remember the names of her brothers.

When the next gathering comes around, those who are missing are the people she will never see again.

But she couldn't appear that weak.

"You can decide for yourselves whether you want to continue following me."

Vina decided to talk things out with Hannah.

"This is a test against me. Yes, it's just a test."

“If you are willing to continue following me, then you may be facing the entire Victoria.”

Vina lowered her brown eyes, giving Hannah time to think and the right to choose.

The Glasgow gang members were not only her friends, but also her benefactors.

It was her family who reached out to her and accepted her when she was at her lowest point and could see no hope.

"Hahaha, boss, what are you talking about?"

Hannah couldn't help but laugh out loud.

“If any of us wanted to run away, so many brothers wouldn’t have died tonight. Everyone knows that. But everyone is willing to follow you.”

Hannah was already a little dizzy, but she needed to be in this state.

"Because of you, we've become like this. I'm the first person I'd be willing to follow you!"

boom!

Hannah smashed the bottle in her hand onto the wooden crate next to her and put it down.

"We were just getting by before you arrived, but after you came, the brothers had hope!"

"They're just adults from the Upper City! Trying to interfere in the Lower City! Aren't they overstepping their bounds!"

Hannah was making threats over there, while Vina watched from here, finding it both funny and touching.

"Alright, that's enough."

Vina jumped down from the wooden crate, patted Hannah on the shoulder, and then bumped the bottle necks with Hannah.

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

The two finished the rest of the drinks.

"what!"

Hannah sighed contentedly.

Vina also took two bites of the lollipop, and then she asked again.

"When I came back, I saw Mr. Wandering Soul. Did you ask him to come and help?"

"A week's worth of firewood, in exchange for him coming to keep things quiet tonight, hiccup—"

Hannah hiccuped and shook her head.

"Thanks to Mr. Wandering Soul, otherwise the casualties tonight would have been even more severe."

"Ah."

Vina pondered in her heart that the situation she would face in the future would be even more severe, and whether she should think of other ways.

"In short, you've had a hard day. Go and get some rest."

Vina threw the empty bottle into the empty box next to her.

"I'll personally deliver the firewood tomorrow. When you wake up, tell the brothers not to go outside. I need to talk to you about something when I get back."

"I'll do whatever you say, boss."

Like Vina, Hannah threw the empty bottle into the box, waved goodbye, and went to her bed.

"Get some rest!"

Vina stayed by the fire barrel, sitting on a wooden crate.

Vina wasn't sleepy yet. She had just returned from the upper city and still had some things she needed to think about.

With Morgan's help, Vina did not feel helpless during this trip to the upper city.

However, this made her realize a problem.

It seems that their enemies are treating the Glasgow Gang as their private army.

Vina hadn't even considered this; the people Glasgow helped were all her friends.

However, he couldn't just abandon the Glasgow Gang, nor could he quit.

If Vina really quits, Hannah will definitely be the first person to rush up and punch her.

This means that Vina needs to carefully plan their future.

The lollipop in her mouth tasted sweet and sour with her saliva. Vina sighed and buried her hands in her golden hair.

This is really a headache.

Vina thought to herself.

10. Please protect Melanie.

The next day, Vina woke up unusually early, which was quite rare for her.

It was almost dawn when Vina got up from her makeshift bed on the floor.

After swallowing a piece of cold bread that wasn't too bad, Vina rummaged through the warehouse and found some timber that had been brought back from the upper town. She tied it with rope, carried it out of the warehouse, and

The sun had just risen over the hillside when Miss Vina, the woodcutter, had already left the Glasgow Gang's stronghold.

The mornings in the lower part of the city are completely different from the early mornings in the upper part of the city.

In the Upper Town, early mornings are already underway as hardworking Victorian residents set up their stalls, filling the streets with the aroma of croissants and cheese. However, in the Lower Town, people typically don't get up that early.

They were still sleeping at home, worried that if they went out in the early morning, they would be targeted by gang members who had just returned to their hideout.

But Vina wasn't afraid; she herself was a gang member.

He was also the leader of a gang.

Police are practically nonexistent in the Lower City. Only on a few fixed days each year do officers from the Upper City come to the Lower City to give those who cause trouble a good beating, reminding them that they are Victorian citizens and should not be too disruptive.

So Vina encountered no obstacles along the way, and after walking for more than ten minutes, she arrived at the entrance of the alley where the immortals lived.

Vina stood in front of the Undead's door, raising her hand to knock, when she heard a little girl's startled cry coming from inside.

"Ah! Teacher!"

"Don't move, your body is very fragile."

"But it really hurts a little..."

The little girl's voice was almost crying; it sounded like...

The Undead's Evil Workshop.avi

Vina's heart skipped a beat. Could it be Mr. Ghost too?!

She slowly bent down and pressed her ear against the doorway, trying to hear what was happening inside.

So what exactly are the Undead doing?

It's not what you imagine, of course.