Ark Undead

He found it strange; how could a little girl eat so much?

As the cheese gradually melted in the broth, Kroos looked at the undead beside him.

The undead felt someone watching him, and he turned his head to look at Kroos.

"?"

"Is it edible?"

"Keopatra asked."

"eat."

The immortal nodded.

"Bought with your money. Belongs to you."

"!" Kroos happily picked up the spoon and began to dig vigorously.

Sitting at the bar, the bounty hunters around me were all chatting and talking amongst themselves.

The dim candlelight and the flames burning in the fireplace brought only a few glimmers of light to the hall. But it was precisely this noisy atmosphere that made it feel more like a country tavern.

Compared to Martin's Tavern, this place has a more wild and primitive feel.

Speaking of Martin's Tavern, the Undead suddenly felt a pang of nostalgia for his disciple.

That little nearlight, Maria.

I wonder what she's doing today, and whether she's properly cultivating the miracle she left behind.

Is the Thunder Gun usable now?

"You can rest for a while. I'll pay you back after the girl finishes her meal."

Old Benny said as he wiped the wooden cup.

"Then come down a little later, by which time the person in question will probably be back, and I can introduce him to you."

"The main person?"

The immortal thought for a moment.

"Skadi?"

"Keep your voice down!"

Old Benny quickly put his finger to his lips, silencing the undead.

"Quite a few people know her, though most of them only know her unilaterally. But the danger she poses is obvious to all bounty hunters. If you scare her away, you'll have to pay all the money I haven't collected today!"

"..."

The immortals are somewhat helpless; how terrifying can they be?

Could it be some kind of monster? He's seen it before; it was quite beautiful.

"You'll find out when the time comes, whether you agree to the task or not. At least give me some face and don't cause any conflict."

Old Benny was so annoyed he was itching to bite.

If Skadi hadn't offered such a tempting sum, he really wouldn't have taken the job.

There's no way around it, there are just too many.

"Ah."

The Undead nodded, agreeing to Old Benny's request.

As time went on, Kroos finished the last pot of stewed meat, and the number of people in the hall had dwindled to single digits.

There were very few people left, but there were still bounty hunters gathered together talking.

Perhaps they were planning the next day's tasks, or maybe they were harboring other wicked intentions.

Who knows?

Here, this is the money you have left.

Old Benny took a gold coin from his purse and then a bag of silver coins from the side and threw it to the Undead.

The immortal weighed it in his hand, then looked up in surprise.

"The portion is quite large."

"Isn't this place much better than Youquan Town?"

Old Benny chuckled, took the wooden cup handed to him by Kroos, and filled her cup with hot milk tea.

"Being closer to the Snow Realm, the rewards in Green Falcon Town are higher, which is normal. After all, the Karan trade has brought in quite a lot of goods in recent years."

The Undead nodded; he had heard of the company, Kalan Trading, long ago.

Back when I was with Old Setu, he mentioned in a conversation that the background of Kalan Trade was extraordinary, and we shouldn't underestimate them.

Nearly three-quarters of the modern Originium products now appearing in Sherag are brought in by the Kharan trade.

It can be said that trade with Karan has become the only window for Shelag's foreign trade.

"So, the Council of the Three Races will also try every means to trip up that young SilverAsh. Including this time... um? Here it comes."

As Old Benny was speaking, a wooden door creaked open, and the bells on the roof beam were blew, producing a clear, tinkling sound.

The immortal looked back and saw the woman he had met once before.

Her silver-white hair was pressed down by a black tricorn hat, the top of which stood up like a fish fin.

Her cascading hair cascaded down her sleek body, ending in a thick hair tie.

Her clothing was designed to be both practical and aesthetically pleasing, with a cape extending from the back of her shoulder armor that enveloped her body and added a touch of mystery to her appearance.

As soon as Skadi entered, she looked at Old Benny behind the bar.

"Old Benny, I'm here...?"

This morning, when she left home, Old Benny told her to come back early and not too late. He said he had already found someone to help her get up the mountain.

No matter how hard she tried to guess, she never imagined it would be this person.

When the immortal looked at her, she felt as if her heart had been struck by a hammer, and every pore on her body seemed to emit a painful scream as if it were being burned.

The pain disappeared completely after two or three seconds, accompanied by a sudden, piercing scream, before returning to normal.

The Undead also frowned the moment they saw Skadi.

When he saw Skadi, he vaguely saw a semi-transparent thing floating out of Skadi's body, like a huge tentacle-like creature.

But when he looked again with focused attention, there was nothing there.

But even that brief glimpse was enough to make the immortals doubt themselves.

Since arriving in Shelag, a similar situation has occurred once before; this is the second time.

The bounty hunters who remained in the shop immediately stopped communicating upon seeing Skadi.

"Come here first, come here first."

Sensing the sudden change in the atmosphere inside the store, Old Benny quickly waved for Skadi to come over to the bar.

Skadi stiffly walked to the bar and sat down. The bounty hunters who had stayed in the corner fled Old Benny's inn as if they had been rescued.

Now, only Skadi and her three companions remain in the lobby of the entire hotel.

Seeing that the people in the way had all left, Old Benny finally began to give a formal introduction.

"Yes, the main character has returned."

Old Benny looked at the Undead and first introduced him to the other person's identity.

"This is Skadi, whom I was talking about. One of the most powerful bounty hunters in all of Terra."

Then he looked to the side and saw the bounty hunter sitting three seats away from the undead, his back straight.

"This is the helper I found for you. No one will die. He's absolutely reliable. You may have even met him before."

"Um..."

Skadi nodded, overcoming her physical discomfort, and turned to take a closer look at the undead.

The armor was grayish-white, simple and unadorned, but the greatsword was enormous.

That's right, this is the guy we met in Ghostspring Town!

Old Benny said he'd help her find someone, so how did she end up bringing him along?!

"..."

The Undead also watched Skadi fall silent, still comparing the aura he had just sensed with his memories, trying to find something that matched.

The first floor of the hotel fell silent, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.

Old Benny glanced at the Undead, then at Skadi, his smile gradually hardening.

What's going on?

Neither of them is saying anything. Could it be that these two troublemakers have some kind of conflict and are about to fight?

Only Kroos remained uninvolved.

The blond, silly dog ​​handed out the empty wooden cup, still with milk stains on his lips, and spoke to old Benny in an innocent and goofy voice.

"More!"

70. Something worth burning

Old Benny's concerns were not unfounded; after all, neither of them were easy to deal with. One already had a notorious reputation, and the other was a newcomer whom Old Seto had also strongly recommended.

Moreover, this sudden silence really puzzled old Benny.

Fortunately, Kroos's interruption gave old Benny a chance to calm things down.

"Okay!"

Old Benny took the cup from Kroos's hand, filled it for her, and then took a new cup and poured a cup of hot milk tea for Skadi as well.

"Thank you."