Ark Undead

His current concern has shifted from Skadi's origins to another issue, one that Skadi seems to have overlooked.

Where did these monsters come from?

Back at the hotel, old Benny seemed completely oblivious to the strange noises coming from the second floor; he was still fast asleep.

At least when no one died, I could hear quite a lot of snoring coming from the first floor.

Hopefully, no one will have insomnia tonight. Otherwise, hearing those monsters' strange cries will probably keep me up all night.

The immortal returned to his room.

The campfire was still burning, though it was a little smaller than when the undead had left.

The warm air also spread into Skadi's room, which made Skadi pause for a moment when she entered her room.

The Undead sat by the campfire and casually picked out two more pieces of firewood from the pile and threw them into the fire in front of him.

He looked up and glanced at Kroos, who was sleeping in bed.

The blond, silly dog ​​opened its mouth wide, revealing some sharp teeth, with drool hanging from the corner of its mouth, as if it were dreaming of something delicious.

The saliva reflected in the firelight, sparkling like tiny pearls.

Her sleeping posture was even stranger; she was completely wrapped up in the blanket, but her lower thighs were slightly exposed.

It looks like it's sandwiched between round pieces of bread.

I heard that in a country called Colombia, there is a food called what?

hot dog?

The warm air from the campfire spread into Skadi's room through the gaps created by the undead.

This surprised Skadi for a moment when she entered her room.

It's very warm, and it feels different from where I usually sleep.

Although Skadi's body is very tolerant of temperature changes, who would refuse a warm resting environment?

Following the rubble of the wall, Skadi could see the undead sitting by the campfire with their heads bowed.

Tonight's battle was not accidental, but the appearance of the Undead was an absolute coincidence.

The power to wield heavy weapons, and near-perfect combat skills.

The armor covering his entire body was not the strange flames of Originium Arts.

And a body that is completely unresponsive to Haisi's calls.

All of this intensified Skadi's curiosity about this strange man, even making her feel that he was more like a deep-sea hunter than she was.

Skadi slowly sat down against the wall.

The wooden wall behind her wasn't as cold as it had been the last time she leaned against it; the warmth emanating from next door made Skadi feel unusually sleepy.

The firewood burned quietly, occasionally bursting into a couple of sparks that crackled and popped.

Holding her greatsword, Skadi rested her head on her knees, her crimson eyes covered by her slightly heavy eyelids.

Before long, the bounty hunter, who had been on guard, relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

How long has it been since she last slept so soundly?

Skadi herself couldn't remember.

73. Every family has its own troubles.

The next morning, the immortal raised his head, closed the book in his hand, and placed it beside him.

This book discusses the relationship between saints and gods, which piqued the interest of the immortals.

The book says that the saintess was able to meet with the gods and look directly into their presence.

Furthermore, with the blessing of the gods, they received divine protection and were able to use the power of the gods through the sacred bell.

It even listed in detail the previously recorded accounts of the saint performing miracles.

The book describes how, when the saintess rang the bell, a blizzard would strike, freezing the villains who wanted to assassinate her, and then using divine power to kill them on the spot.

The sacred bell can also be used to soothe people's hearts and even have a certain therapeutic effect.

Although each Holy Maiden displays different powers, they all originate from the cold snowflakes and are protected by the sacred Mount Kalan.

Upon seeing this, the Undead couldn't help but take out the bell he had obtained again.

He still doesn't understand what this thing is for since it doesn't kill people. But he has a vague feeling that it's probably used to perform miracles.

Moreover, it must have used the power of miracles in the past, but now the bell has lost the power originating from ice and snow and has become an ordinary bell.

No matter how he checked, he always adhered to one principle: he did not shake the bell or let it make a sound.

Even in the time of the immortals, bells were used as a medium for believers to perform miracles.

This bell is associated with the gods of Kalan, and the Undead dare not shake it rashly.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I find it troublesome.

After all, the immortals still have many questions they want to ask. It would be terrible if they left a bad impression on that god.

After pondering the contents of the book for a while, the Undead heard a noise coming from next door.

Skadi awoke from her sleep.

It's been so long since Skadi slept like this; it's practically a strange thing for her.

The deep-sea hunter rubbed her eyes and stared blankly out the window.

What happened? Who am I? Where am I?

This is a typical sign of being half-asleep; Skadi is completely unrelated to the sophisticated Deepsea Hunter she is today.

The hat on his head was askew, and the greatsword lay askew beside him.

Her silver-white hair was disheveled, a look of confusion lingered on her delicate face, and her mouth was slightly open.

"Huh...ah?"

Skadi looked out the window at the now daytime view and made a meaningless guttural sound.

It took her a while to realize that it was already daytime.

After taking a while to sort out her thoughts, Skadi shook her head, loosened her hair, and then took off the hair tie that had been pressed against her back and tidied her hair little by little.

Once her hair was straightened and tied up with a hair tie, Skadi finally snapped out of her daze.

She put on her hat, straightened her clothes, pulled up the cloth strap on her greatsword, and prepared to go downstairs.

As she passed the gap in the wall, she turned her head to take a look.

The Undead stared at his campfire, lost in thought.

Moreover, he bent his legs, placed one hand on the knee of the raised leg, and kept his head still.

She looks like she's asleep.

Unconsciously, Skadi softened her movements. She gently grasped the doorknob, pressed it down lightly, pushed the door open, and went out.

Despite the fierce battle last night, Skadi, as a bounty hunter, still has much to do besides being a Deepsea Hunter.

The Undead also heard the door next door open. When he turned around, he only saw a silver figure before the door closed.

Wow, that hair is really long.

As the immortal pondered, he thought of his own hair.

All these years, I haven't seen my hair grow back.

Although it's obvious, the Undead suddenly became curious.

What does it feel like to have long hair?

The immortal has never experienced this.

He glanced at Kroos again.

Kroos also seems to have long hair, right?

Kroos, lying on the bed, turned over. The blanket wrapped her up tightly, even her hands were wrapped inside, making her look exactly like a hot dog.

It's still a hot dog that's been cut in half at the bottom.

Kroos, still half asleep, frowned and smacked his lips.

She always felt a little hot.

Why is this?

Meanwhile, Skadi, after going downstairs, saw the early-rising old Benny and greeted him.

"Good morning, old Benny."

"?" Old Benny raised his head and looked at Skadi in astonishment, his eyes filled with a strange expression.

What did you eat?

"?" Skadi had a question mark popping up above her head. What was Old Benny talking about?

"What's wrong? Is there something on my lip? I didn't eat anything... is it saliva?"

Skadi wiped her mouth, but nothing came out, then looked at old Benny with a strange expression.

She needs an explanation.

"In the past, I'd be lucky if you'd respond when I greeted you in the morning. Why are you even taking the initiative to greet me today?"

Old Benny gave Skadi a strange look and handed her a cup of freshly brewed hot milk tea.

"You seem to be in a good mood, Skadi. What happened?"

"What happened?"

Skadi took the hot milk tea, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"do not know."

Old Benny gave Skadi a strange look again and muttered a couple of things.