Ark Undead

"Haha, I didn't expect you to have such a talent for humor!"

Indeed, how could a little girl have such strength?

Putting aside whether the little girl could actually do it, would any little girl really stay outside in a snowstorm?

The Undead didn't explain further to Old Seto, knowing it would be difficult for someone like Old Seto to understand.

But he did see the marks of a struggle on her body, and the wound through her throat, also caused by a spear, was one he recognized.

"Alright, I'll give you your commission first. Will you still exchange the money for firewood, just like before?"

Old Seto asked a question.

The immortal man spoke out in an unusual way.

"No, keep the money."

"Row."

Old Seto didn't ask any more questions, after all, this is the most normal requirement for a bounty hunter.

Not long after, Old Seto took out a small box and a small bag from the cabinet behind him for the Undead.

Although it was only a few silver coins, his principle in doing business was not to reveal the amount of money when paying the reward.

"Thank you."

The immortal nodded, picked up the box and money bag, and left.

"Again!"

Old Seto waved back, as if to greet the undead.

The sun gradually hid behind the clouds, and the weather in Shelag spoke of its frigidity; it would probably be snowing again soon.

The homeless woman ate her second piece of roasted meat, and her hunger was relieved.

Just then, the sound of clashing steel footsteps came from the cave entrance.

She looked up and saw the man from yesterday.

Upon seeing him return, the girl wiped her mouth and pointed to the campfire in front of her.

Two more pieces of meat were roasting on a wooden rack over the campfire.

The Undead sat down in his previous spot and tossed what he was carrying to the girl who was gnawing on chunks of meat by the campfire.

The girl glanced at the things wrapped in cloth on the ground.

Her instincts told her that there was food in there!

So she unfolded the cloth, revealing the golden-yellow pie.

Four large pies stacked together emitted a fragrant aroma, which also whetted the dog's appetite.

She raised her head and looked at the immortal.

The immortal pointed to the contents of the cloth and spoke.

"Okay, eat."

"!" The girl's ears suddenly perked up, and she grabbed a piece of pie and took a bite.

The soft, sweet dough wraps around the sugar crumbs inside, and with just one bite, sweetness spreads throughout your mouth.

The expression on her face gradually softened, and even the hair on her head went limp.

"Whoosh..."

She made a soft, unintelligible sound, and the tail hidden behind her began to sway involuntarily from side to side.

It's clear she really enjoys this sweet food.

After watching for a while, the immortal took out a bag of coins from his pocket and placed it next to the blonde girl.

"This is your reward for hunting down a giant beast."

He used the girl's spoils to exchange for what he wanted.

He needed that thing that was called a family heirloom, but he couldn't just take her things for no reason.

Not only did he give her the money he received, but the immortal also took a dozen silver coins from his savings and threw them into his money bag.

The girl looked at the money bag again, and with her hands covered in grease and sugar residue, she opened it and took out a silver coin.

He glanced at the immortal with a puzzled look.

The Immortals Theory.

"It's yours."

So the girl took a bite.

"It's not for eating!"

The immortal quickly reached into the girl's mouth and pried the silver coin out.

If she were to swallow this thing, who knows what kind of serious trouble might occur.

"This is money."

The Undead pointed to the bag, then to the pie next to it.

"Okay, we can change the food."

The girl's ears perked up and then drooped down again, before she looked at the immortal with a puzzled expression once more.

The immortal sighed, picked up the package containing the pies from the ground, and placed the money bag in the girl's hand.

"Give me the money."

The girl obediently handed the bag in her hand to the immortal.

The immortal handed the bag containing pies to the girl.

"This one is fine, let's change to this one."

The immortal pointed to the pie, then to the money bag.

"Got it?"

"!" The girl's eyes lit up. She nodded and happily ate the pie.

Seeing the girl's happy expression, the immortal felt a little relieved; at least he hadn't taken her things for nothing.

He placed the money bag next to the girl, together with her weapon.

Then he picked up two books from the corner, put them in his arms, and then picked up the greatsword and hung it behind him.

He reached out again and grasped the scorching, twisted longsword from the fire, then plunged it into the snowdrift at the cave entrance.

The scorching steel melted the snowflakes into liquid and then cooled them down in a short time.

So the immortal hung the longsword at his waist and walked out of the cave.

He had been in the town for two weeks and had learned enough from the information available there.

Now, it's time to move forward.

But before they had walked a few minutes, they heard the sound of snow being pushed aside behind the undead.

He turned to look and saw the girl with a pie dangling from her mouth, several weapons hanging on her back, a cloth bag containing pies in one hand, a money bag in the other, and a robe left behind by the Undead.

"!!" The wanderer stopped in front of the undead, raised his arm, tried to brush away the hair that was blocking his view, and then raised his hand.

She was to give the robe and money bag to the Undead.

"This is your payment."

The Undead shook his head and said.

“I took your head to exchange for payment, so I’m going to give you payment.”

The girl tilted her head, glanced at the pie in her hand, and shook her head.

She insisted that the undead accept the money bag and robe.

The immortal remained silent for a moment, then reached for the robe and handed the money pouch to the girl.

The girl took the money bag, glanced down at it, and when she looked up again, the undead had already taken another step forward.

She hurriedly caught up with him, circled around to the undead, picked up the money bag in her hand, and handed it to the undead.

The Undead was about to tell her again that the money belonged to her.

But the girl in front of him spoke.

"You are a friend!"

She stared intently at the undead, the wounds on his face turning somewhat purple.

The black crystals on her arms refracted light from different angles in the strong wind, but the girl still stood resolutely in the snow.

Her voice was a little hoarse, but it revealed a youthful energy that was different from her appearance, and she was also a little silly.

"You gave me food, and you even let me sleep. You're a good person! A friend!"

The immortal stared at the girl's face, remaining silent for a long time.

The girl lifted the money bag a little higher, just like when they first met, when she offered the piece of meat to the Undead.

"..."

The immortal reached out and took the money pouch, then walked past the girl and continued on his way.

"!" The girl's ears perked up as she followed the undead man, walking forward just like him.

The immortal tacitly approved of the girl following him, and slowed his pace to allow her to keep up.

The wind and snow gradually intensified, and the icy wind made it impossible to open one's eyes.

The girl lowered her head, trying to curl herself up as much as possible to avoid the biting cold wind.

Then, a soft cloth was placed over her body.

The girl looked up at the undead who had draped a robe over her shoulders.

"friend?"