Ark Undead

"So she quickly realized that once she became a saintess, the Kalan trade, which was already being targeted by the Council of the Three Races, might face an even more perilous situation."

"For ordinary people, becoming a saintess is a great honor. But for the Shivaish family, it is not a good thing. On the contrary, it is a tactic used by the Three Races Council against the Karan trade."

“The Manju Academy would not want to see a large family with a saintess still holding such high power among the people of Sherag. There have been historical cases where families had to withdraw from the Three Races Council after their members became saintessses.”

"Therefore, once Enya becomes a saintess, she will definitely become a means for the Manju Academy to put pressure on our Shivaesh family."

The Undead nodded; he was aware of such power struggles and could understand SilverAsh's words.

Seeing that the Undead could understand his meaning, SilverAsh continued to speak.

"So, Enya told me that she would deliberately give up on becoming a saint. This way, the current momentum of the Kalan trade can continue to rise without affecting the development of the family."

It is truly remarkable that Miss Enya was willing to give up such honor in exchange for her family's status.

“However, there is a way. Enya can become a saint again without worrying about the Shivaesh family’s status being damaged.”

SilverAsh calmly uttered a statement that surprised everyone.

“Once Enya becomes a saintess and voluntarily relinquishes her identity as Shivaesh, she can no longer be used as leverage against Shivaesh! And I have also rejected Enya's idea of ​​deliberately failing the trial; she must become a saintess no matter what!”

The Undead remained silent for a while.

SilverAsh's words shocked him.

"IMHO."

The immortal spoke.

"I can't understand."

It's incomprehensible; SilverAsh's decision seems utterly absurd to anyone.

Why would you let your sister leave the family?!

SilverAsh shook his head with a bitter smile on his face.

“As her older brother, I have no reason to harm her, and I have always cherished Enya. But this matter is not so simple, and I cannot disclose the specific reasons.”

The immortal pondered for a while.

Honestly, SilverAsh's current behavior makes it hard to believe that he would actually let his sister leave Shivaesh.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

"The immortal asked."

Silver Gray looked out the window, following the path illuminated by the sunlight, towards the direction of the sacred mountain.

"I want you to infiltrate the Holy Mountain during the election process, secretly protect Enya, and help her become a saint. Those affiliated with the Kalan Trade cannot act; if discovered, the consequences will be dire. I can only invite an outsider, someone who does not belong to Shivaesh, to do this."

After a moment's thought, the Undead gleaned important information from his words.

"Was it a coincidence that she was chosen as a candidate?"

"Ah."

Silver nodded.

He immediately shut his mouth, unwilling to reveal any more.

The immortal placed his right hand on the table and tapped it rhythmically with his index finger.

After a brief silence, the undead spoke again.

"What can I get?"

Upon hearing this, SilverAsh turned his gaze to the Undead and said.

"The friendship of the Shivaesh family, my friendship. The Shivaesh library will be opened for you, along with a considerable sum of money to support your continued travels to other regions."

This may sound broad, but it's important to understand. The Shiva'ish family, which wields immense influence in Sherag, has a renowned family business called Karan Trading throughout Terra.

Anyone with a brain knows that such a reward is far too generous.

The Undead naturally wouldn't refuse; he was already planning to go to the Holy Mountain, and SilverAsh's request perfectly aligned with his own plans.

"can."

The Undead nodded and agreed to the deal.

With the help of the Undead, SilverAsh breathed a sigh of relief and gave a polite smile.

It's clear that Enya is very important to him, and perhaps his decision to let Enya leave Shivaesh was a well-thought-out plan.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. Although he changed weapons twice, his superb martial arts skills, his habit of always being shrouded in armor, and his love for collecting wood caught my attention."

Silver added another sentence.

"You're a ghost from Victoria, right? The house you lived in when you were active in Victoria has been bought by Kalan Trading. This is a bit of a personal indulgence for me as a fan; the surrounding area is quite nice. If you ever want to go back and visit, just contact the local Kalan Trading, and they can renovate your room and provide all sorts of assistance."

Silver's confident smile seemed to indicate that he was also very satisfied with the gift.

But the immortal looked at SilverAsh again.

SilverAsh's smile gradually froze; he instinctively sensed something was wrong.

Until the Undead asked a question in confusion.

"Me, a wandering ghost in Victoria?"

"?" SilverAsh's smile froze completely on his face.

Did I miscalculate?!

80. Two Knights

"This way, please."

Horn Peak stood at the doorway, extending his hand to guide the Undead.

The Undead emerged from the study, carrying his greatsword. After nodding his thanks to Diablos, he followed the direction Diablos had indicated.

Before long, the Undead saw the exit gate and the vehicle that SilverAsh had prepared.

After stepping into the car and sitting down, Horn Peak also got into the vehicle; he was responsible for safely sending the Undead back.

It wasn't that SilverAsh didn't want to come out and deliver the goods; it was obvious he had a lot of work to do, and if no one died, they wouldn't bother making him deliver the rest of the journey.

The exchange just now was very rewarding for the Undead, and it also taught him some things he had never thought of before.

Let's leave the deal with SilverAsh aside for now. SilverAsh and the Undead saw the person they were dealing with, the young lady from Shiva Ash, through the room.

She does look somewhat similar to SilverAsh, but Enya has none of SilverAsh's sharpness and domineering presence.

As for what happened after the deal was agreed upon, that is, the topic of Victoria that SilverAsh brought up.

The Undead didn't understand what SilverAsh was talking about at first.

However, after a brief exchange, the immortals roughly understood that it might be a memory they had forgotten.

Especially when you hear things like, "You have to buy the best firewood," or "You won't leave the house for ten days or half a month if you're not buying firewood."

The immortal immediately realized that it must be himself. But then the question arose: why had he forgotten?

SilverAsh was also puzzled as to why the Undead would forget Victoria. But he still told the Undead everything he could gather about their situation in Victoria.

“You were active in Victoria for a considerable period, three or four months, but you rarely appeared in public.”

SilverAsh picked up the pie in front of him and took a bite.

Since we're just chatting with the undead, let's use this time to finish our breakfast.

"As far as I know, you basically don't go out except to buy firewood and complete related tasks to obtain money and firewood from other people. Generally speaking, the trading partners you choose are a gang in the lower part of Victoria."

"Gang?"

The immortal nodded.

"Please continue."

"The Glasgow gang, led by Vina, is becoming increasingly active in Victoria. But back in your time, it was just a small gang based in the lower city."

SilverAsh glanced at the Undead, holding a pie in one hand, and pointed at the Undead with his index finger.

"Perhaps your activities influenced their beliefs. Because after that great catastrophe, you disappeared. At the same time, a new Victorian urban legend was born."

"Urban legend?"

The immortal smiled.

"Those things, they must all be fake."

"Maybe, but I always feel like it has something to do with you."

SilverAsh gave the Undead a meaningful look, then leaned back in his chair.

He took another bite of the pie, and only spoke after swallowing it.

"This new urban legend is about a wandering spirit during a great catastrophe who cut through lines of infected and was able to summon the gods to obtain the power of fire. The people of Victoria called him the Crimson Wanderer."

Silver chuckled twice, and then he spoke again.

"Don't you think this is a coincidence, Mr. Immortal Legend?"

"..."

I don't know what to say, but why do some people always like to give themselves strange names?

Isn't the name "Undying" nice?

"A member of the Sorcerer's Guild in Victoria, specifically the core group 'King's Staff' of 'Foxtail,' has announced an investigation into this 'Crimson Wanderer.' They are extremely interested in your fire manipulation abilities displayed that night."

SilverAsh shook his head, seemingly regretting it.

"Unfortunately, they didn't notice your identity, or your ability to use Originium Arts like lightning that you demonstrated in Kazimierz. Otherwise, perhaps more people would have investigated you."

SilverAsh pointed this out, clearly to remind the Undead to be careful about how and when to use their abilities.

The Undead remained silent for a while.

Admittedly, fire and lightning are merely the most basic abilities I have learned. But the essence of these two abilities is not actually the form they display.

The essence of both sorcery and miracles lies in the soul. The same principle applies to magic.

SilverAsh continued.