Ark Undead

Victoria already had steam armor, and the knights' armor had a simple, ancient look, along with their honed combat skills.

It is the perfect material for creative purposes.

Even among the nobility, many literary works related to war knights have begun to circulate.

Many noblewomen longed for a lover as powerful and free as a knight-errant.

Thankfully, War Knight wasn't in Victoria, otherwise they would have collected a huge amount in copyright fees.

However, none of this had anything to do with Hannah.

She was just a warehouse manager; all she did every day was fight and killing, and she had no intention of keeping a gigolo.

Are you kidding me? Do you think you can beat her?

After finishing her beer, Hannah pursed her lips and looked up at the dazzling sunlight.

"Can you tell me about any fun things happening in Shangcheng District lately?"

Hannah threw the bottle into the nearby trash can and clapped her hands.

"The warehouse guards are exhausted these days, let's have a chat."

"Something interesting?"

The member in charge of driving and checking the number thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"The Upper District is still the same as before. I heard that Kalan Trade has been making some moves, but I don't know the specifics. We'll have to wait for Morgan and the others to come back before we can talk about it."

After thinking for a moment, the member clapped his hands.

"But speaking of interesting things, I did see something interesting on my way back from delivering goods."

He recalled for a moment and said.

"On my way back yesterday, I ran into a guy wearing full armor. Judging from the style of the armor, he was probably another guy who liked the Kazimierz knight culture. But that's not the point."

He shook his head with amusement.

"This guy is carrying two weapons, which are obviously fake. Although the armor is pretty cool."

"Fake goods?"

Hannah asked curiously.

"How do you know it's fake? Doesn't it look suspicious?"

"No, it does look quite right, the texture of the imitation iron block is almost identical to the real thing."

He stretched out his hand and gestured.

"Such a big, wide greatsword, taller than me! And it's so stable when I walk on it, even though I carry it on my back. If it were really forged entirely from iron, how heavy would it be? It's obviously fake, all it does is look cool!"

"really."

Hannah turned back and retrieved two bottles of beer from the box, tossing one to the member telling funny stories, and then opened one for herself and took a sip.

"What about the other weapon?"

"Hey, thanks, ma'am!"

The inspector opened his beer, took a sip, and continued talking.

"The other weapon is even more ridiculous. Although it looks cool, I have absolutely no idea what the point of doing it is."

He shook his head, seemingly feeling helpless about the situation.

"A longsword with its blade twisted into a spiral shape, even rusted, it's completely unusable..."

puff! !

Hannah instinctively spat out a mouthful of beer, almost spraying it onto the inspector.

"What did you say?!"

The large white cat, suspecting she had misheard, wiped her mouth and pressed for an answer.

"A spiral-shaped longsword?"

The inspector who was chatting could only nod blankly.

"Yes, what's wrong? Do you know her, sister?"

Hannah took a deep breath and sorted out his words again.

Some of the current members joined after the riot and don't recognize the infamous armored monster.

But the old members who joined the Glasgow gang before the riots all had vivid memories of that wandering ghost.

In particular, his habit of lighting a campfire in the room meant that almost all the older members took turns preparing firewood for the Undead.

"fine."

Hannah shook her head, then spoke again.

"Have the brothers keep an eye on the city gates. If that person enters the city, let me know immediately."

"Ah...yes! Got it!"

The inspector nodded, but then a doubt arose in his mind.

Who is that?

Is it that important?

89. Special methods of entering the city

After more than two months of hiking, the Undead and Kroos finally emerged from the wilderness.

For Kroos, the experience in the wilderness marked the beginning of a completely new life.

In the past, if Kerop wanted to cross the land between countries like this, they had to avoid both natural disasters and man-made calamities.

For travelers in the wilderness, the most terrifying thing is often not natural disasters, but other people who are eyeing you.

However, with the Undead around, none of this is a problem. No one will provoke the Undead; they will usually back down when they see the giant sword on his back.

Occasionally, when Ironhead rushed up to attack the two, he was sent by the Undead to merge with the earth.

This gave Kroos a new concept of travel and changed her lifestyle to some extent.

When the two walked along the river and saw the first village, Kroos felt somewhat uncomfortable entering the village.

She felt that this journey was so wonderful, and she wished it could continue forever.

The fact that he was immortal didn't really feel real to him; for him, these two months would probably just pass in the blink of an eye.

But traveling with someone is nice.

After arriving at the first village, they stayed there for a day.

"Heh, you want to go into the city?"

The village innkeeper heard the immortal's plea and kindly came over to speak to him.

"If you want to get into the city, the fastest way is to take a car. Cars come out of the city every day. You only need two silver coins to get on the car and get off at the place south of the upper city, near the lower city."

"If I wanted to walk there, how long would it take?"

The Undead glanced at the money on his person. It was enough, but he still wanted to save some.

We've already been gone for two months, one more day won't make a difference.

"Walk over there?"

The innkeeper glanced at the undead man with surprise, then clicked his tongue twice, seemingly astonished by the undead man's attire.

"A knight from Kazimierz? Could it be that you came from Kazimierz?"

"almost."

The Undead nodded. The direction of Sherag was similar to that of Casimir, so what the boss said made sense.

"Amazing! Crossing the wasteland on two legs."

The innkeeper couldn't help but take another look at the undead man and the little girl who had been sitting quietly eating without saying a word.

"If you want to enter the city, start walking at dawn. If the weather is good, you can reach the entrance of the lower city before dark."

The boss leaned closer and pointed to the gluttonous Kroos next to him.

Kroos hadn't eaten for two days and was starving. He grabbed some fish and chips and started stuffing them into his mouth.

The sweet and sour sauce whetted her appetite, and several layers of plates had already been stacked up next to her.

"Hey brother, even if you want to save money, think about your daughter, okay? She's come all the way from the wilderness with you, hasn't she?"

He glanced at Kroos's dirty body with pity.

"Perfect timing, there's a train coming into town soon. If you can catch it, you'll be in town before nightfall. Then you can find a place to stay and rest. Look how dirty everyone else's clothes are!"

The Undead turned his head and glanced at Kroos.

Although there was a lot of dust on the clothes, they were much cleaner than before the shower.

Sensing their gazes, Kroos also lifted his head out of the bowl.

Her mouth was stuffed full, and she looked blankly at the undead and the innkeeper beside her, who seemed to be plotting something.

With something still in its mouth, its cheeks twitched like a little hamster.

"?" A bright question mark seemed to appear above her head.

The Undead reached out and patted Kroos on the head.

"It's okay, eat."

"!" So Kroos lowered his head again and drank all the soup in the bowl.

The hotel owner's suggestion was somewhat tempting, even for those who weren't worried about dying. Indeed, it was better to get things moving sooner than to wait for bad weather.

Just as the Undead were about to ask the innkeeper for specific information, the innkeeper suddenly spoke up.

"Oh, by the way, is this your first time in Victoria?"

The immortal thought for a moment and then answered.