Ark Undead

He wanted to continue collecting relevant historical documents here, and hopefully find out the truth about the god of Kalan.

For him, the word "god" meant much more than just a deity.

Therefore, when he heard that the election of the Holy Maiden would begin soon, the Undead began to pay special attention to the matter.

The word "saint" is not frequently heard in Rodland.

However, the Undead unexpectedly met several saintesses, most of whom possessed devout faith, were skilled in using miracles, and took it upon themselves to spread their doctrines.

Of course, they also had their own mission. Although that mission, in today's view, hardly qualifies as a divine decree.

However, the status of a saint within a religion is undeniably high. If the immortals can glean anything from the saint selection ceremony, then they have indeed gathered sufficient data and information.

However, for the two of them, the first thing to do was naturally to find a place to stay.

One difference between Falcon Town and Valley Town is that Falcon Town is more open in all directions, making it quite difficult to find a place that can shelter from the wind and snow to light a campfire.

What's more, Kroos is a normal girl... well. Aside from being physiologically normal, she's not quite normal in other ways.

She needed a safe place to rest, and the long journey was not good for the healing of her wounds.

Kerber's health has been poor these past few days, and the long journey has caused her to cough from time to time.

Although neither the Undead nor Kroos possessed relevant physiological knowledge, the Undead's persistent cough was enough to tell Kroos that he was in poor condition.

Feeling his money pouch, the Undead first selected the bag of coins belonging to Kroos, then counted his own money, which should be enough for them to stay at the inn in Bison Town for a while.

Kroos was clearly not used to entering the human settlement. She wrapped her long robe tightly around herself, only revealing half of her head. She followed the undead while keeping a wary eye on the passersby.

The Undead paid a silver coin to inquire about the nearest inn.

Following the directions of passersby, the two arrived at the entrance of a hotel.

The immortal pushed open the hotel door and went inside.

Ding ding ding!!

It was just past dusk, and the sky had already darkened. The wind and snow were blowing open the door and also making the bells on the roof beams ring.

But the hotel was still bustling with activity, with no trace of the atmosphere of night.

"Boss! Another drink, please!"

"I want hot milk tea! And please add two extra drops of sesame oil!"

"Come and get it yourself!"

The shouts of bounty hunters and local residents filled the entire inn lobby, drawing Kroos closer to the undead, who were practically pressed against him.

The undead man approached the bar and leaned the greatsword he was carrying against it.

The massive sword successfully shooed away the guys trying to sneak over near the bar, clearing a considerable amount of space for the undead.

"Immortal?"

The old man handed two cups of hot milk tea to the guests next to him, then turned to look at the Undead and said his name.

"Nice to meet you, this is a gift from me."

As he spoke, he poured two cups of hot milk tea from the bucket next to him and placed them in front of the immortal.

"You know me?"

As the Undead man handed the hot milk tea to Kroos, he asked the shopkeeper curiously.

"I don't remember seeing you before."

"I may not know the other bounty hunters. But I must know the best of them. Especially the bounty hunters still active in the vicinity of Kjerag."

The old man stretched out a hand, he said.

“In my correspondence with Old Seto, he mentioned you several times. He said you were fully armored and wielded a greatsword bigger than a man. Although it looked strange, after dealing with you a few times, I knew you were very efficient. Not only were you powerful, but you were also very polite, unlike those bounty hunters who had no bottom line in this line of work.”

"Um..."

The immortal reached out and gave the old man a brief handshake.

"Old Setu is a good guy."

"It's not that old Setu is a good person, but a bounty hunter like you deserves our friendliness and no deaths."

The old man, supporting himself on the bar, spoke to the Undead.

"Let me introduce myself. You can call me Old Benny. I won't introduce my surname; just use it as a code name, like Old Seto."

"You, the bounty hunters, the leader, are all... old?"

The immortal voiced his doubts.

Old Benny chuckled twice, as if he had heard something funny.

"Haha, it's not that they're all old, it's just a name. Besides, it's not even their real name."

He waved his hand.

“In our line of work, we might have to switch positions any day, so using a code name to distinguish our names is the most convenient thing. It also makes it easier for us to change our identities.”

"Ah."

The immortal nodded; he roughly understood.

"Take a look at the menu if you want anything to eat. You're lucky, there's one last room left. If you had come any later, you probably would have had to sleep in the animal pen."

Old Benny casually handed the menu next to him to the undead in front of him.

Undead do not need to eat, but Kroos does.

The Undead then turned around, about to ask Kroos what he wanted to eat.

Then you see Kroos staring blankly at the hot milk tea in front of the Undead, his eyes shining!

The cup in front of her had long been empty.

The immortal pushed the hot milk tea in front of him toward Kroos.

"Is it edible?"

Kroos looked at the Undead, seeking their consent.

The immortal nodded.

"can."

Kroos immediately picked up the cup and began to drink, sip by sip.

Before this, the two walked on the snowfield. When Krobe got thirsty, he would grab a handful of snow from the snow next to him and stuff it into his mouth.

This was also the most convenient way for her to replenish her fluids after arriving in Shelag.

She hadn't had normal water in a long time, let alone such a sweet and delicious drink that could warm her up.

"What would you like to eat?"

Old Benny asked.

"Whatever you have, bring it on quickly. Give me some of everything."

As the Undead spoke, he pointed to Kroos beside him.

"She can eat a lot."

"OK!"

Old Benny laughed heartily, completely disregarding the undead's claim of being "eating well."

An hour later, there were five bowls and six plates piled up next to him, and countless cups of hot milk tea had been added.

Krobe stuffed the last piece of stewed meat into his mouth, then picked up the bowl and drank all the broth as well.

She held the bowl in both hands and stuck out her tongue to lick the bottom of the bowl again and again.

When Kroos first ate the stewed beast meat, he almost ate the bowl along with the meat if the undead hadn't snatched it away.

Fortunately, this thing is a wooden bowl. If it were a fired clay bowl, Kroos would have really eaten it with a crunching sound.

Finally, Kroos placed the bowl, which she had licked clean, on the table and looked at the Undead.

"Want more?"

"The immortal asked."

"Waaah..."

Kroos seemed to want to say something, but she quickly frowned.

"belch."

She opened her mouth, abruptly let out a burp, then squinted her eyes, savoring her full stomach, and shook her head at the undead.

"Burp! I'm full!"

She licked her lips again, savoring the stewed meat and various side dishes she had just eaten, and turned to old Benny.

"good to eat!"

Old Benny was also somewhat startled. He forced a smile and nodded to Kroos.

"Ah... okay."

Honestly, he'd seen people who could eat a lot, but he'd never seen anyone eat this much, especially a little girl!

How long have they been starving on the snowy plains?!

Luckily, I didn't treat them to anything, except for the two cups of hot tea I had at the beginning.

"How many?"

The immortal took out his money bag.

"Fifty silver coins, including your room fee for tonight."

Old Benny took a key from the cabinet next to him and handed it to the Undead.

"Go upstairs, turn right, and go to the second-to-last room on the right. I've already had someone prepare hot water and clothes for you."

"Hard."

The Undead thanked him softly and tossed the money pouch in his hand to old Benny in front of him.