Ark Undead

That's just like how he, as an undead, struggled on the continent of Lordland.

She now holds the right to live in her own hands. Since that's the case, let her fully enjoy the joy of victory.

After a victory, shouldn't there be fine wine and delicious food to accompany it?

At this moment, the girl's voice mingled with the crackling sound of firewood, creating a warm and vibrant scene amidst the howling wind and snow.

63. You are a good person! My friend!

With a warm flame surrounding her, the wanderer uttered another sleep-talking murmur, but after feeling the warm cloth covering her, she slowly opened her eyes.

The axe and spear in his arms became warm from his body heat, and the cave was no longer dark.

The sunlight streaming in through the hole quickly made the homeless man realize that it was already the morning of the next day.

The girl propped herself up from the ground, stretched out her arms, and yawned.

"what--"

She rubbed the dust from the corner of her eyes, and only then did she realize that she was covered with a somewhat familiar brownish-gray cloth.

Puzzled, the girl looked around.

But the cave was now empty, with only flickering flames and the campfire still burning.

The two large pieces of firewood were already half-burnt, which seemed to indicate that their owner had been gone for quite some time.

In addition, the girl noticed that her prey's head had also disappeared, and there were marks on its neck where the head had been torn apart by a great force.

Did he take the bear's head?

The girl tilted her head, not quite understanding what the thing was for. Did it want her to find a place to eat its own brain because it was hungry?

Glug...

Suddenly, a sound from her stomach made the girl swallow hard.

The depletion caused by intense fighting is not something that can be easily replenished.

Her wounds needed more nutrition to heal, and the girl was once again starving.

Hunger made the girl turn her gaze to the large chunks of flesh lying to the side. She picked up the knife in her hand and cut several more pieces off the flesh.

Despite having been left out overnight, the area was already in a low-temperature environment and quite far from the campfire.

The meat chunks remained remarkably fresh.

She was hungry, so she wanted to eat.

On the other side, someone walked into the village carrying a severed head.

The villagers, seeing him, couldn't help but stare at the object in his hand.

It was the head of a giant beast, with snow-white fur.

The head, seemingly still roaring, sent chills down the spines of those who gazed upon it.

The immortal man, under the villagers' gaze, pushed open the hotel door.

ding ding ding...

The wind and snow caused the bells hanging on the eaves to ring, producing a melodious sound.

As soon as the Undead entered the hotel, eyes turned to him and saw the head in his hand.

The hotel was surprisingly quiet, which didn't match the feeling the Undead always had when they first arrived.

He looked around and saw the woman standing next to the counter.

The undead could sense the aura of power emanating from her, and the greatsword on her back indicated that she was a valiant warrior.

The Undead remained silent, walked to the other side of the bar, placed the greatsword on his back next to the bar, and gently placed his head on the table, trying not to disturb the conversation between the woman and old Seto on the other side.

Old Seto naturally saw the undead walk in, and he waved to the undead as a greeting.

The immortal nodded, indicating that he should go about his business first.

"This one, and this one too."

The woman spoke in a cold, unfiltered voice, completely unconcerned that anyone was overhearing their conversation, nor did she care about the silent bounty hunters around them.

"It's done. This is proof."

As she spoke, the woman handed the two items representing nameplates to old Setu in front of her.

Old Setu took the paper, first comparing it with the documents on it, and then carefully examining the nameplate.

After a moment, he raised his head and spoke respectfully to the woman in front of him.

"This is a cross-regional bounty mission. I don't have the authority to deliver the reward to you directly. It will take some time."

"can."

The woman nodded, showing no emotion whatsoever, seemingly already accustomed to such an answer.

"I'll come again tomorrow."

Thank you for your understanding.

Old Seto bowed gently to the woman in front of him.

The woman reached out and straightened the cloth strap that was catching the greatsword, which was about to fall off, and turned to leave the inn.

The immortals also saw her face at that moment.

With its red pupils and delicate, well-proportioned features, it looks like a porcelain doll.

Unfortunately, this face, whose beauty cannot be summed up by the word "pretty," carries a surprising coldness.

That wasn't a feigned indifference, but rather an unconscious habit of keeping a distance from everyone and avoiding excessive contact.

She felt the gazes watching her, and she also saw the undead looking at her.

In that instant, all the muscles in her body tensed up, her pupils contracted unconsciously, and she gripped the greatsword behind her.

She could sense the observer's power, and also felt an aura that was both familiar and frightening.

This is by no means a good sign; it's like a memory etched deep into the soul.

As soon as you feel this aura, you feel a pain as if you are being pierced and burned.

But strangely, she didn't sense any hostility from him, nor could she detect any intention to attack.

The man sat there, his greyish-white armor seemingly scorched by flames, its surface slightly blackened and fogged up.

He nodded to Skadi, then looked away, as if to say hello.

Skadi nodded slightly to him, then turned and pushed open the hotel door to leave.

Stepping out of the hotel, Skadi took a deep breath in the cold air.

The cool sensation in her lungs gradually helped her clear her tense mind.

Since last night, the calls from her homeland have been incessant, keeping her awake all night.

Dales' death was just the beginning; she would not get rid of it easily.

This is a warm call from her hometown to someone as far away as her, and also a clarion call for the pursuers to launch their attack.

Skadi knew she was being watched again. She couldn't stay anywhere until the next round of pursuit.

However, accompanied by the trembling and burning sensation on my skin, the voice calling in my ear disappeared in an instant.

It's like a ferocious beast seeing its natural enemy and instantly shrinking its head back.

Skadi remembered the man, the bounty hunter in the gray armor, and the greatsword in his hand.

Such a massive weapon would be hardly befitting its purpose if it were only used to hunt humans.

Suppressing her thoughts, Skadi shook her head.

She knew she had never seen this person before, but the sight of him sitting there filled her with fear.

Skadi couldn't figure out what was going on with this feeling, but she knew at least one thing.

For a while, her hometown will be far away from her. At least for now, she can no longer sense any trace of her hometown.

This was one of the few opportunities she had to boldly do many things she wouldn't have dared to do before.

Stepping into the swirling snow, Skadi headed in the predetermined direction.

Meanwhile, in the inn, old Seto stood before the Undead.

"Wow, you're here... You actually managed to take care of that thing?"

After seeing the giant beast's head, Old Seto was stunned and stood there for a few seconds. Then he looked at the Undead, patted his chest proudly, and said with a smile.

"Did the bait I gave you work? I knew it! Old Setu would always have a way!"

The Undead shook his head, denying Old Seto's statement.

"I'm useless, bait."

"Huh?"

Old Seto looked at the Undead in even greater astonishment.

"You're lucky! When did you find it? Was it during the heavy snow last night? Or early this morning?"

The Undead shook his head again, he said.

"No, it was me who killed him."

"what?"

Old Seto glanced at the Undead with a puzzled look.

"Are you kidding me? This thing is so dangerous, two bounty hunters took it on and neither came back. Besides you, who else would dare to attack this monster?"

The Undead shook his head and looked up at the old Setu in front of him.

Seriously speaking.

"It wasn't me. It was a little girl who killed her."

After a brief silence, old Seto suddenly burst into laughter.