Ark Undead

The Undead said he would talk to Vina when he left Victoria.

In exchange for protecting Melantha, as long as no one dies and everyone remains in Victoria, the Glasgow Gang can come to him for help with any trouble they encounter.

"Okay, I accept."

Vina nodded and accepted the deal with the Undead.

She noticed that the Undead seemed relieved after she said she accepted.

He hunched over even more as if he had finally let go of something on his mind.

Vina could guess why.

After all, he was his student.

The immortal thought for a moment, then turned to Vina and asked.

"A gift, what should we give?"

“?” Vina was taken aback.

"Melantha, a farewell gift."

The Undead added another sentence.

Vina then understood that the Undead were seeking her advice on giving Melantha a farewell gift.

The immortals still had their eyes on that cake.

That was Melantha's first gift to the Undead.

If it's not as payment for the transaction, shouldn't the teacher also give a return gift?

At least as a memento when we part ways.

11. Patterns in memory

Over the next week, the Undead returned to their peaceful lives.

Every morning, Hannah would come on time to deliver a day's worth of firewood to the Undead.

Hannah and Vina were quite concerned about this. After all, firewood, unless it was some very rare wood, was plentiful in the Upper Town.

Especially for old furniture, as long as the wooden parts are removed, the quality won't be too bad.

The Undead stay in their homes every day, waiting for Hannah or Vina to bring them firewood.

Hannah likes to spend some time in the Undead's room. If Hannah has just encountered something that needs to be resolved the night before, she will also take a nap in the Undead's room.

Leaning against the warm campfire, listening to the crackling sound of burning firewood, and chatting casually with the undead.

Although the Undead's deep voice was hoarse, it could still be considered a bass cannon.

After all, there's the reverb bonus from the helmet.

Hannah will soon fall asleep beside the fire.

If Hannah falls asleep, even the undead will cross their legs, clasp their hands together, lower their heads, and close their eyes to rest for a while.

Just as the Undead had predicted, his sleep time increased dramatically during this period.

I never needed to rest before, but now I need to sleep for a few hours every day, more or less.

Especially these past two days, it seems like the immortals are closing their eyes right as the sun sets.

When I opened my eyes again, Hannah was already knocking on the door.

The weakness and blockage felt throughout my body became increasingly severe.

Even during his practice session with Melantha today, the Undead almost lost control of his strength and stabbed Melantha right through.

Fortunately, it was only pressed against her chest near her heart. If the person hadn't stopped pushing, Melantha would already be a corpse.

"..."

Upon realizing his condition, the Undead immediately stopped the sparring session. After watching Melantha practice a hundred sword swings, he had her sit by the campfire to rest for a while before letting her go back.

Melantha left five gold coins, bid farewell to the undead, and departed.

Vina, who came to deliver firewood today, watched the two sparring and also noticed the situation where no one was dying.

After the Undead closed the door, Vina asked a question.

"What... you almost lost control?"

"Ah."

The Undead returned to the campfire, picked a piece of firewood from the nearby pile, and threw it into the fire.

The firewood bounced a couple of times on the fire and rolled to the edge of the campfire, but luckily the fire was big enough that the firewood still caught fire.

"My body is out of control."

As the Undead spoke, he sheathed the straight sword Melantha had left behind and then put away his own katana.

"No, we can't practice anymore. It'll cause problems."

Vina frowned; the undead were speaking in a tone that increasingly sounded like someone with a speech impediment.

His words were fragmented and disjointed. I used to be able to understand them with some difficulty, but now, without thinking, I can't understand what he's saying at all.

Could it be that the immortal has contracted some serious disease? Is this disease causing him to gradually lose control of his body?

Vina wondered if the Undead had left Victoria to treat her condition.

"If you need any help, just let us know."

Vina took a lollipop out of her bag and put it in her mouth.

"Although this is only the lower city, Hannah and I can help you think of a way in the upper city."

"Need not."

The Undead shook his head and tapped his chest with his hand, the gauntlets clashing against the armor with a loud thud.

“Here, a hole. Victoria, there’s no way.”

"?" Vina really couldn't understand what the phrase "undead" meant.

But she at least understood that, as the man who didn't die said, his illness was incurable, at least in Victoria.

The immortal had just finished speaking when he suddenly thought of something else.

"Vina, a gift."

"Ah, right, I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it."

Vina remembered something and took out a small badge from her inner pocket near her chest.

"Here you go, this is what you wanted."

She tossed the badge to the undead, who caught it and examined it by the light of the fire.

"This looks quite exquisite. I've never seen this logo before. Do you recognize it?"

Vina asked the Undying Man with some curiosity.

This badge was made by Vina at the request of the Undead. The Undead drew the design with charcoal and asked Vina to take it to the blacksmith for forging.

Vina originally wanted to find a factory to carve the Undead, but the Undead insisted that the blacksmith carve it by hand.

This also depleted all of the Undead's savings, all the money they had saved from teaching Melantha until now, except for buying firewood.

"I don't know him."

The Undead shook his head and continued to examine the badge in his hand, following the light.

"I should recognize it. I remember the pattern. I've forgotten what it is."

Despite the undead's intermittent speech, Vina could still barely understand it.

"Then why did you insist on creating this design for the badge?"

Vina asked, convinced there must be some special meaning behind it. Otherwise, the Undead wouldn't have spent so much money to make this badge.

"..."

The Undead remained silent, then shook his head.

He really didn't remember, but as he pondered what he could do to help Melantha, this pattern immediately came to mind.

It seems that this pattern has some special meaning that could improve Melantha's current situation?

The Undead first puts away the badge; before giving it away, he needs to cast a special blessing on it. Simply doing so now won't have any effect.

Vina didn't understand what the Undead were trying to do. But since it was an exquisite badge that he had spent so much money to create, it must have a purpose.

Moreover, if we only talk about the manufacturing process, such exquisite patterns are enough to collect and appreciate at any time.

Vina stood up from the ground; she had many things to do and couldn't stay with the undead for long.

"Mr. Wandering Soul, I'm leaving now. Have a wonderful day."

Vina waved to the undead, closed the door, and left the undead's house.

The Undead sat before the campfire, clutching the badge in his hand, and began his daydreaming once again.

Melanie cautiously peeked out from behind the wall, glanced at her own garden, and only after confirming that no one was inside did she tiptoe in through the back door.

But a voice immediately said helplessly.

"Where are you going so early, my sweetheart?"

Melantha's ears stood up, and she almost straightened her hair as she awkwardly looked out the second-floor window.

The father stood by the window and just happened to see Melanie quietly returning home.

"Dad... Dad."

Melantha knew that her father had discovered her sneaking out of the house, so she had no choice but to lower her head and go into the hall.

My father had just put on his clothes and came downstairs.

As he approached Melantha, he reached out and ruffled her soft hair, asking curiously.

“Lately, you’ve been getting up very early every weekend to leave home. Is there some special appointment you have with your friends?”