Ark Undead

The middle-aged woman behind the bar was focused on mixing the drinks that needed to be served. When she looked up at the customer, she realized that the entire hotel was deathly silent.

The woman who walked in seemed to have silently silenced all the visitors, making them lower their heads and not dare to look any longer.

"A serving of stewed meat, a cup of water."

As Skadi spoke, she pulled a few silver coins from her pocket and threw them onto the bar.

"hurry up."

"Ah, okay."

The waitress didn't know Skadi; ​​she was just startled by the sudden silence and spoke hesitantly.

Soon, a stew of beast meat was served on the bar, and spring water in a wooden cup was handed to Skadi.

Please enjoy your meal.

The female shopkeeper said respectfully, then went back to the inner room.

Skadi picked up the spoon that was placed beside her, scooped up a piece of stewed meat, and put it in her mouth.

The hot broth and chunks of meat melted in her mouth, dispelling the chill from her body.

Just as she was eating, another old man came out from the inner room.

Upon seeing Skadi, he immediately understood what had happened.

"It's quite rare to see the famous Skadi in Sherag."

After Skadi finished the stewed beast meat at lightning speed, he spoke.

"Is it for the bounty, or some special treasure?"

"neither."

Skadi pushed the empty bowl in front of her away, picked up a tissue and wiped her mouth. She looked up at the man in front of her.

The old man raised his head slightly in surprise and asked.

"Did you need something from me?"

"Private matter."

Skadi picked up the greatsword that was lying beside her, hung it behind her, and asked.

"Would it be convenient for us to come in and talk?"

"Um..."

The old man thought for a moment, then looked around again, and finally nodded.

"Come in, and tell me slowly."

Skadi stepped over the bar and entered the inner room of the inn.

Although it's called a hotel, it's also one of the bounty hunter organization's contact points in this country.

They maintain a balance among local bounty hunters, ensuring that there is no overcrowding, while also providing services to the bounty hunters.

Just like the old Seto's stronghold.

Everyone in charge of operating a bounty hunter outpost has considerable experience to support their business.

These leaders also knew those exceptionally skilled bounty hunters. Their appearance, besides signifying the pursuit of bounties and treasures, usually meant that something big was about to happen.

The old man pointed to one of the chairs, indicating that Skadi should sit down, while he himself sat down in the other chair.

Skadi declined the offer and instead stood against the wall.

"Tell me what happened. I hope you won't scare me."

The old man glared at Skadi.

He remembered that the last time this guy came, a major event happened in the Snow Realm that almost alarmed the Council of the Three Races.

I really don't know what this guy is back for this time.

"I didn't accept any missions this time."

Skadi spoke up.

"It's my private matter. I'm just asking if you have any way to help me. It's my personal request."

"what's up?"

The old man planned to listen carefully. If he could be of any help, gaining the friendship of a highly skilled bounty hunter would be a hard-won achievement.

If it's really just a private matter as she says, then it might be quite easy.

“I want to see your god, the god of Kalan.”

"I can't help!"

The old man suddenly stood up from his seat, quickly waved his hand, and pointed to the back door of his inn.

"Whatever your reason, no matter how important your business is, leave now. I don't want to get into trouble!"

I thought it was just a private matter, but I never expected it to be this!

"I know this is a bit difficult, but I've already figured out a way. Now I just need you to help me make the connection."

Skadi quickly voiced her thoughts.

"Isn't there going to be a saintess election soon? I want to join the saintess election team, or any other method, as long as I can get up the mountain."

She already had her own ideas before she came to see the old man.

This idea is somewhat crazy, though.

"As long as we can get up the mountain, you won't need to help with anything else."

"..."

Upon hearing Skadi's explanation, the old man's initially agitated state gradually calmed down.

For residents like them, who have been in contact with bounty hunters for decades, God is not so mysterious.

These people, who have means of communication with the outside world, no longer hold the same faith in their gods.

After all this time, no god has ever performed a miracle. Apart from the saintess and the Manju Academy members who possess magical abilities, there is no news whatsoever about the gods.

This will inevitably affect the beliefs they are exposed to from childhood.

"As long as we can get up the mountain?"

The old man asked again, as if to confirm.

"Let me warn you first, regardless of whether the gods will answer your request, Mount Karan is the most dangerous place in Shelag. It is snowy all year round, and this period is the peak season for snowstorms."

"Yes, as long as you can get up the mountain, you don't need to take care of anything else."

Skadi took out a roll of blue paper money from her pocket; it was Lungmen currency, which was now widely circulated on the continent of Terra.

Look at this thick volume, it must contain hundreds of thousands of words.

"This is the Lungmen Dollars paid in advance. Whether I can come down the mountain or not, these things are yours. If I do come down, you can have the other half."

The old man sat back down in his seat, glanced at the money roll in Skadi's hand, and then at Skadi's face.

With her beautiful face, aside from being a bit too cold, she should have no problem being considered as a candidate for sainthood.

The local location manager reiterated his reminder.

"Let me warn you first, regardless of whether the gods will answer your request, Mount Karan is the most dangerous place in Shelag. It is snowy all year round, and this period is the peak season for snowstorms."

This is inherently a risky matter, both for the elderly and for Skadi.

"You have enough money, but are you really prepared?"

For him, everything is negotiable as long as the price is right.

Even if it is related to God, there is no difference.

"I know, just go ahead and make the arrangements."

Skadi nodded. She had been a bounty hunter for quite some time now, and her fearsome reputation had been gradually built up from her very first missions.

She never imagined she could get the answer so easily. If it could be solved simply by giving some money, what would have been the point of her years of searching?

At this moment, the bounty hunter wielding the greatsword was ready.

Even though she might fight with that god of Kalan.

66. The Wandering Duo

The Undead and Kroos spent five days traveling from Ghost Spring Town to Green Falcon Town.

They traveled day and night, continuing as long as the weather was slightly better.

If it weren't for the fact that Kroos needed to rest and eat, the Undead could probably have continued walking through the massive blizzard in the dead of night.

Kroos gradually got used to living with the Undead.

The wilderness is fraught with troubles. Whether it's bandits who suddenly appear from the roadside or bounty hunters who appear unexpectedly, they all threaten the lives of every passing traveler.

But once they saw the giant sword behind the Undead, they became hesitant and timid.

Some bounty hunters who had stopped in Darkspring Town recognized the Undead's appearance and thus avoided them.

To Kroos's surprise, not a single battle took place in those five days.

It was as if all the suffering and threats avoided the Undead.

But in her mind, it didn't involve immortals at all; she simply thought it was something else entirely.

lucky.

"Undying! Hello! Lucky you!"

It wasn't until he saw the gates of the town of Bisharp that Kroos finally let out a sigh.

"?" The Undead turned around and glanced at Kroos, not knowing what she was talking about.

But now that we're here, there's no need to worry about anything. The Undead's goal is this place, the Town of the Falcon.

This is one of the towns closest to the Snowlands, and the third stop for the Undead in their journey to Sherag.