Ark Undead

If he weren't standing, he would probably lean back against the chair.

"How come bounty hunters can operate throughout the entire continent of Terra without losing a single person? Don't underestimate us in charge."

Old Benny's words carried a hint of arrogance. But that made sense; those in his line of work always had special channels to obtain things that ordinary people didn't know about.

This is an organization that has survived on Terra for so long and is still active today.

Bounty hunters must possess an extremely extensive intelligence network.

"However, speaking of knights..."

Old Benny's eyes seemed a little unfocused.

"I feel like your name sounds familiar... The Undying... The Undying..."

Old Benny is quite old, and according to him, he's still doing this job purely out of habit.

It's normal to not remember some things.

The Undead didn't speak; he shook his head, it was unclear whether he was indicating he didn't know or that he simply wouldn't say.

Skadi, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but turn her head and glance at the warrior in gray-white armor next to her when she heard Old Benny's words.

His signature weapon is the greatsword on his back. But what if he didn't have that greatsword?

"Anyway, tomorrow, to the Snow Realm?"

The Undead spoke, interrupting old Benny's thoughts.

"Yes, we'll go to Snow Realm tomorrow."

Old Benny snapped out of his daze and rubbed his hands together.

"Everything is ready for you, the sleds for tomorrow morning. Also, you'll need to change your identities."

He took out two sets of clothes from behind and handed them to the Undead and Skadi.

Skadi glanced at the clothes in her hand; they were typical Sherag attire. Not particularly luxurious, but a rare sight even in a small town like Bihun.

The warm coat, made from fur taken from a young animal and inlaid with gold thread, clearly comes from a well-off family.

The Undead, on the other hand, are dressed in very standard male attire, wearing a full set of black leather armor.

“Skadi, your hair does match the hair color of the Sherag people, but your clothes are too un-Sherag.”

Old Benny raised an eyebrow and looked at Skadi with a smile.

"Dress warmly and take off your combat uniform. It just so happens that the identity we've assigned you is that of the child of a merchant from out of town who has returned home to Shelag."

In recent years, thanks to the leadership of the Karan Trade, the whole of Shelag has been making rapid progress, and many merchants have returned to Shelag, wanting to contribute to their hometown. Therefore, Skadi's identity is not surprising.

Skadi frowned; it was clear she didn't like the thick, covered clothing.

However, she had no choice but to endure it in order to get up the mountain.

As for the immortals.

"You are this young lady's bodyguard."

Old Benny chuckled twice, sounding rather mischievous.

"I just wanted to give you a change of clothes. I'll leave your armor here until you get back..."

Before Old Benny could finish speaking, the Undead threw the clothes he had just received back at Old Benny.

It almost hit Old Benny in the face, but luckily he reacted quickly and caught it.

"I won't wear it."

The immortal shook his head, indicating his stance.

"What's wrong? You're not happy about it?"

Old Benny glanced at the clothes in his hand, then at the Undead.

"Bear with it?"

"I won't wear it."

The Undead reiterated his demands.

After all, he is now essentially the client, having given old Benny five million to arrange things for him.

Old Benny wants the Undead to change their clothes?

Ha, it's no use.

Old Benny thought for a long time, and could only mutter a sentence in silence.

"Then you can wear armor, but don't take it off, not even when you sleep at night."

"I won't take it off."

The Undead nodded, casually agreeing to Old Benny's arrangement.

"Row."

Seeing that the Undead had agreed, Old Benny was too lazy to argue with him anymore and just let it go.

But after talking for a while, Old Benny didn't notice the other person.

The little guy, feeling left out, glanced at old Benny, then at the Undead, and felt utterly abandoned.

She raised her hand.

"And what about me?"

The Undead then realized there was a silly dog ​​next to him. He turned to look at Kroos, then at Old Benny, and pointed at Kroos's head, asking a question.

"And what about her?"

Old Benny was stunned for a long time.

"She's going?"

The Undead looked at Old Benny, then glanced at Skadi.

Seeing that Skadi didn't react, he turned to look at old Benny.

"Correct."

The immortal nodded.

"She's going."

76. Fellow travelers

So, Old Benny still couldn't stop the Undead's plan and forcibly took another person to the Snow Realm.

Even the immortal himself almost forgot about Kroos. His long period of traveling alone had made him think only of himself when considering things.

Fortunately, Kroos reacted quickly, otherwise she wouldn't have had a place today.

"Well..."

Just as the Undead closed the book, Kroos woke up and stood by the bed changing his new clothes.

"This...this is here, um..."

Kroos didn't know how to wear Sherag's clothes either. He just wore whatever he usually wore, whatever was thinner underneath.

The thickest one is definitely the most protective and also the warmest, so it's worn on the outside.

Following this line of thought, Kroos spent a long time getting ready before turning around and looking at the Undead.

"Undying! Look!"

The Undead was putting away his books when he heard Kroos call him. He turned around and glanced at him.

All I can say is that Old Benny is indeed Old Benny; after living for decades, he's still sharp when it comes to judging people and sizes.

The clothes given to Kroos fit her perfectly, as if they were made specifically for her.

"very nice."

The immortal nodded and offered a word of praise.

A white fur coat hangs on the outside, inside which is a coat made of cotton and linen, with an inner lining.

For pants, they prepared a pair of cotton and linen trousers and a pair of brown boots for her.

Regardless of how good or bad it looks, it's at least much better than that tattered outfit from before. At least it provides some cover and keeps you warm.

The Undead's robe returned to his own hands, and he draped it over his armor again, fastening it with buckles until the entire armor was covered by the robe.

Kroos tore his clothes apart and used them as sacks to tie his weapons to his back.

The undead put all the books into his personal bag and then pulled the longsword out of the brazier.

After its temperature dropped a bit, the Undead took up his longsword and called out to Kroos.

"gone."

"coming!"

...

Snowfield is only a two-day walk from Falcon Town, but with pack animals pulling sleds, the time can be halved.

Most importantly, it can ensure a person's physical fitness and allow them to face complex environments at all times.

Even in the vicinity of the snowy realm, there are still bandits who pass by and various bounty hunters.

Even with the Undead and Skadi present, there's no guarantee that no one will cause trouble.

Whether or not it can be used is one thing, whether or not preparation is made is another.

On this snowy plain, two pack animals pulled a sled along the way.

The sleds were also covered with steel poles to block most of the rain and snow.

However, if a very extreme blizzard occurs, the entire shed might be blown away.

They set off early during the day when the weather was better, so as not to run too late and end up being buried in the snowfield by the heavy snow in Shelag.

Old Benny was driving the car; he was essentially dropping people off and also keeping a close eye on these three ancestors.