Ark Undead

Truly worthy of being a knight of Kazimierz!

So Xisha sat up a little straighter, racking his brains to think of a suitable job for the Undead.

"Hmm... do you want a decent job?"

Xisha looked the Undead over and said to him.

"I can indeed help you find some special jobs. For example, the demand for knight teachers has suddenly surged recently."

Xisha asked.

"However, I personally recommend another place for you, where you can have enough rest time and the working hours are very flexible. It is also the place where you can best build your network."

Upon hearing Xisha's words, the Undead immediately became interested.

"where?"

"The Sorcerer's Guild".

Xisha spoke up.

"The reason the Victorian Sorcerer's Guild has this opportunity is because a powerful sorcerer within the guild is very interested in you, and you should be able to easily take on this position."

He picked up a screen from the side and typed some random text on it. Then he handed the screen to the undead in front of him.

"This is a member of the independent warlock syndicate 'The Staff of Kings,' and her codename is Skyfire. We only need to refer to her as Skyfire."

The Undead saw a beautiful Felin woman on the screen.

Judging from her elegant and proper attire, she must be a noblewoman.

However, his face has a slightly youthful appearance, making him look quite young.

"Although it is nominally affiliated with the Sorcerer's Guild, the Staff of Kings has almost become an independent Originium Arts Research Association, having been separated from the Sorcerer's Guild."

Xisha continued to introduce this job to the Undead.

"Currently, Skyfire is only interested in the 'Victoria's Ghost,' who showed signs of activity during the riots over a year ago, and knows nothing about your identity as a War Knight. Therefore, you can return to your original life in Victoria without revealing your War Knight identity."

"She happens to be looking for an assistant to help her with her Originium Arts research right now, so it's only natural that she would recommend you to her since she has that connection. The salary in the job posting is quite good; even in the Upper City, it would be enough to maintain a decent lifestyle for you."

After Xisha finished speaking, the rest was up to the Undead to decide.

The Undead glanced at the screen a couple more times. This little girl named Tianhuo was a specialist in the art of fire-based Originium.

My expertise in sorcery should be able to help her, right?

Even the immortals themselves are unsure.

"can."

The Undead nodded and handed the screen back to Xisha.

In short, give it a try first, and if all else fails, go back to your old job as a bounty hunter.

At most, I just need to go out every day and not do anything in the city.

After that, the Undead quickly ended his communication with Xisha. Xisha had his own work to do, but he still insisted on seeing the Undead off at the company entrance.

They offered the undead a key to his house and a map, telling him how to get back.

The Undead thanked Xisha, who simply smiled and said it was what he should do.

They also informed the Undead that someone would come to pick him up tomorrow and take him to his job interview, which would probably be in the afternoon.

After bidding farewell to the Xisha Islands, the Undead led Kroos back home.

Having learned from the experience of coming here, we avoided many detours on the way back.

We headed straight for the house of the Undead, which took a little over an hour.

Back in the alleyway in front of his own house, the Undead man suddenly felt a strong sense of familiarity.

The other vendors selling their wares in the alley were completely outside the impression of the dead.

The Undead led Kroos to his doorstep.

Along the way, the owners of these stalls couldn't help but cast curious glances at this knight whose appearance was both unfamiliar and somewhat familiar.

Until they saw the Undead arrive at the deepest room in the alley and open the door there.

The entire alley fell silent very quickly, and the vendors looked at each other.

I finally figured out where this strange sense of familiarity came from.

It was that familiar house, the house from which the firelight always emanated and the girl's voice could be heard!

Before long, a message spread throughout the entire Lower City.

That person is back!

Victoria's ghost!

91. An old friend visits

Actually, the ghost of Victoria didn't do anything particularly horrific. But in the Lower City, a considerable number of people have a criminal record, and the Undead used to specialize in this kind of job.

He punished those who made mistakes with his fists and swords, and received payment for it.

It can be said that Undead has been a bounty hunter for a long time, but he just doesn't have a fixed identity.

The news of Victoria's return spread so quickly that people in the downtown area initially thought it was a joke.

Until the flames in the Undead's room actually lit up, that familiar room, the familiar firelight, the familiar girl's voice.

After the sound came from the room, the entire alley in front of the Undead instantly returned to its original state.

The place was deserted; the alleyway vendors ran away faster than the lightly armored knights the Undead had ever seen.

Only those who are equally capable and are engaged in underground work that cannot be openly acknowledged will choose to continue living here.

However, this did make things much easier for the Undead. A few hours after returning home, it was no longer noisy outside.

There was no other light, few voices, only pure silence, and slightly dark clouds in the sky.

He was quite surprised when he came in, as the room was thoughtfully furnished with plenty of firewood.

Moreover, the quality of this firewood is quite high, and the flames it produces are bright and clear, with not much smoke or ash.

After the longsword was plunged into the fire in front of him, a familiar feeling immediately spread throughout his body.

The undead looked around and could see that the ceiling of the room was stained gray-black from years of smoke.

The wooden floor was also swept clean, showing that the people in the Karan trade know how to preserve things.

Thinking about this, the Undead couldn't help but admire the overall level of trade in Kalan.

Compared to those unscrupulous businessmen in Kazimierz, even their attempts at goodwill are of such high quality.

Kroos wasn't bothered at all; she simply sat down on the ground like an undead person.

Ignoring the fact that his clothes were brand new, he sat down by the campfire like an undead and started warming himself.

Although it was already late April or early May, the air in Victoria was still a bit chilly.

However, compared to the year-round snow in Shelag, the weather was much milder.

In this kind of weather, coupled with the campfire beside him, Kroos started yawning as soon as he sat down.

Today, Kroos accompanied the Undead for a whole day in the city.

The cars and various primitive yet noble carriages constantly passing by in the upper city were a sight to behold for Kroos, who had never seen so many modern facilities before. She huddled next to the undead and hardly said a word, a stark contrast to her former self.

This should be a self-protective measure, and also a habit left over from Kroos's long years of wandering.

The immortals were quite used to it, having spent so much time in Kazimierz, a city born of extravagance and debauchery that was even more luxurious and bustling than Victoria.

Soon, Kroos fell asleep by the campfire, his head resting on the pack he had brought with him, which contained some cookies he had bought in Victoria.

Although Victoria's sweetness is more subtle compared to Scherrag's sweetness, Kroos still likes it very much.

For her, having food was good enough.

If there are cookies to eat, that's the best thing.

The immortals, on the other hand, would perform their customary night watch at midnight.

Nighttime is always a time for the undead to sort out the thoughts in their minds.

He would tirelessly take out his past memories and slowly look through them, comparing them with the world now.

This is the only time when a wandering soul, detached from its generation, can find a sense of existence.

However, tonight is not so peaceful.

Just as Kroos was sleeping soundly, footsteps came from outside the door.

The alert Kroos first pricked up his ears, then was startled awake by a series of continuous and numerous footsteps.

Its golden head rose from the ground, looking just like a golden retriever.

The Undead heard it too. He first reached out to comfort Kroos, then went to the window next to the door and looked out.

A burst of light shone in through the window.

There were at least a dozen people outside, holding torches, and standing at the head of them was a disheveled man whose face was obscured.

The undead reached out and grasped the greatsword beside him, looking rather puzzled.

Having just arrived in Victoria, could it be that old enemies have come knocking on my door?

Just as he was thinking this, someone outside spoke.

"Friends living in the house, could you please come out for a moment?"

It was a wild female voice. Although the Undead didn't have this person in his memory, he felt that she was very familiar.

Kroos also touched the weapon next to her. She was still lying on the ground, waiting for the Undead's instructions.

The Undead turned around, shook his head at her, then picked up the greatsword, slung it over his shoulder, opened the door, and walked out.

After opening the door, the view became much clearer.

A dozen or so people, holding torches, all turned their gazes toward him.

The undead walked out of the door, his armor creaking as it clanged against the metal. He stood on the flat ground, facing the person in front of him.