Ark Undead

"With two people involved, the risk increases accordingly. Mr. Undying, are you prepared for this?"

The Undead were somewhat taken aback by Horn's decision not to question Skadi's identity.

But the Undead quickly realized what was happening and gave Horn a reply.

"I know. Don't worry."

Horn Peak nodded, then took out some other things from the bag next to him and placed them in front of the Undead.

One of them was a portable syringe encased in a white shell, containing a blue liquid, and bearing the logo of Kalan Trade on top.

"This is a nutrient solution used for injections. It can relieve hunger and fatigue, and also contains various other nutrients. If the young lady encounters any problems on the way, or if she has any health issues, we will give her this injection."

As he spoke, Horn Peak took out another syringe from the bag.

"This is a medicine used to stop bleeding and improve cell activity. It can seal the wound in a short time and maintain the most basic vital signs."

Horn pushed the two syringes in front of the Undead, looked at the Undead, and said.

"Although the master did not say this request himself, he was watching me the whole time I was preparing these things. The fact that he did not stop me from bringing these things to you means that he had tacitly approved of this behavior."

The Undead picked up two syringes. The liquid inside looked rather strange, but according to Horn Peak's description, it seemed to be something good.

He concealed the two syringes in the gaps of his armor so that he could retrieve them for use at any time.

Then, the immortal asked.

"You think there's any danger?"

"It's not just my opinion, it's about taking precautions."

Horn shook his head worriedly and explained to the Undead.

"The Three Races Council could not possibly have such good intentions as to give the young lady this opportunity and watch her become a saintess."

"As a member of the Shivaesh family, the young lady was taught some self-defense skills from a young age. Although her physical fitness is not considered good in the whole of Sherag, it is already among the best among women."

"What I fear is that when the young lady is almost at the top of the mountain, there might be traitors from the Three Clans Council among the guards. If they want to target the master, besides using the Holy Maiden to force him to leave the Three Clans Council, they could also use his relatives to hold him hostage."

"That's why the master contacted you. If anything unexpected happens, at least there will be an extra layer of protection."

The immortal nodded, indicating his understanding.

But then he asked another question.

"So this is... a pre-selection of the Holy Maiden?"

The immortal pointed in the direction of the holy mountain and asked.

Do you really believe in God?

The implication is that SilverAsh's actions are tantamount to pre-selecting the Holy Maiden.

The Saintess Trials were originally for the purpose of selecting a Saintess. But if any external force other than the Saintess intervenes, wouldn't that be tantamount to blasphemy?

Upon hearing this, Horn Peak actually smiled.

“Each saint is born under the watchful eye of the gods and through our struggle.”

"Although I have never met the God of the Snow Realm, since that God chose Miss Enya, He wouldn't consider our thoughts and actions. Perhaps, our preparations are in accordance with the God's will?"

Horn Peak's answer was unexpected; if others had heard it, they would have called it disrespectful.

But the immortal nodded, agreeing with his statement.

If the gods were truly angered by external interference in the trials, then he, as an undead hero, might never have passed through the ancient city of Sen.

Furthermore, the actions of gods in bestowing blessings or punishing transgressions—whether it's protecting believers or punishing those who break the law—are all, to some extent, external forces.

Horn Peak had a good attitude, and his explanation was just right.

Time passed quietly, and their conversation came to an abrupt end with a whistle.

Skadi went to the window and drew back the curtains.

The sky had already dimmed, and the roads were illuminated by Originium-powered lights. But the wind and snow scattered the lights, making it almost impossible to see anything underneath.

Another team of guards gradually approached from the end of the road.

"coming."

Skadi spoke softly; she had already changed into her travel clothes and picked up her weapon.

The Undead also put on the hood of their robes and hung their greatswords on their backs from the side.

Horn Peak went to the window, called the two over, and pointed to the intersection at the end of the road.

"Over there, over there where the changing of the guards come from, there's a path that leads directly to the underground water system. From there, you can keep an eye on the soldiers on the drainage ditch and follow them as they move."

"It takes about twenty minutes from when the changing of the guards assemble to the outpost. There will also be a small door nearby. Be careful of your posture and keep close to the fence on the side of the sacred mountain. You will find the gap soon."

"understood."

The Undead nodded, then waved to Kroos beside him.

Kroos also carried her weapon on her back. When she saw the Undead beckoning her over, she immediately skipped and hopped over to the Undead's side.

"You, take this child away."

The Undead slapped the Ceobe in front of him.

Kroos paused for a moment, then immediately turned around and asked the Undead.

"Undying, are you stunned?"

"I'm telling you, you're not suited for this job. You'll have to come along."

The Undead explained to Kroos.

"I'll come back to find you then."

Before Krobe could say anything more, the Undead pointed at the Fonti tribe member next to him and said...

"He made today's pie. Let him make you another one."

Horn Peak stared in astonishment at the Undead, then he sensed a look of suspicion mixed with excitement.

Kroos stared at the horn.

Like a hungry refugee staring at a delicious loaf of bread.

"A pie! Delicious!"

Kroos gave a thumbs-up to the Diagonal Peak, then turned back to look at the Undead.

"Come back soon! Kroos, we're waiting for you!"

The Undead ruffled Kroos's head, and the blond idiot shrugged but didn't flinch.

After giving these instructions, the Undead put away the map and said goodbye to Horn Peak.

"I'm leaving. Take good care of her. Consider it helping me out."

"..."

Horn Peak initially wanted to say that this was outside the scope of the deal. But seeing Kroos's excited eyes, Horn Peak for some reason didn't refuse.

Besides, this is the famous War Knight. Getting on good terms with him is tantamount to doing things for the master.

With that in mind, Horn Peak simply nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I see."

The Undead nodded to Skadi, and Skadi followed behind him as they left the room.

The two went down the back staircase of the hotel, where the back door provided them with enough darkness for cover.

As for Horn, after sending the Undead and Skadi away, he closed the door again.

He looked at old Benny standing next to him.

Old Benny kept avoiding eye contact with Horn.

“This afternoon, you were wise not to say anything you shouldn’t have to your master. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be standing before me now; that war knight would have beaten you to a pulp with his greatsword before I could.”

His tone was completely different, instantly taking on the coldness and authority of a member of the Shivaesh family's guards.

"The Shivaesh family will remember your goodwill today and are willing to give you a chance."

"Please speak!"

Before the horn, old Benny hunched over, looking utterly submissive.

“To work for Shivaesh, the master needs someone like you who can see the situation clearly.”

Horn Peak took out a family crest from his chest and placed it on the table next to him.

Old Benny kept his head down, but he bent his back even lower.

"It is my honor to serve Shivaesh. May God bless the Snowlands!"

Horn Peak didn't react much after hearing Old Benny's pledge of allegiance, but instead waved to Kroos beside him.

Kroos, carrying all his weapons, took two steps forward, not getting too close to the horn.

Horn Peak noticed the girl's wariness, opened the door, and spoke to Kroos.

"Come on, let's go visit Shivaesh's house. Mr. Undead will be back by the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Compared to when he was talking to old Benny, Horn Peak was not as serious when he was talking to the girl; instead, he exuded a strange maternal glow.

"Don't worry, with his strength, no one can stop him."

Kroos nodded without saying a word and followed behind Horn Peak.

Old Benny was left alone in the room.

It wasn't until long after the horn had left that old Benny seemed to shed all his weight and sat down on the ground.

With trembling hands, he took the Shivaesh family crest from the side, a strange sense of relief in his expression.

Old Benny wasn't surprised at all when he heard the name "War Knight".

In truth, how could he not know the identity of the immortal? But he needed to pretend to be ignorant.

Unfortunately, before he could tip him off, the Shiva's family contacted the Undead first.

SilverAsh's move completely stunned him, and he dared not utter a single word.