Ark Undead

He picked up the greatsword from the wall beside him, hung it behind his back, and opened the door to his room.

Standing at the door was none other than Xisha, the one who had received the immortals that day.

"Mr. Undead, you'll be at the Sorcerer's Guild soon. I'll come to pick you up."

Xisha took off his hat, smiled at the Undead, and reached out to the vehicle behind him.

"Please get in the car, I'll take you to the Warlock's Guild."

"it is good."

The survivor didn't think much of it and got into the vehicle in Xisha.

After the car started moving from Xishao, it drove out of the alleyway where the Undead lived and headed towards the Upper City.

After entering the upper city from the city gate of the lower city, the difference in prosperity is immediately apparent.

Skyscrapers stand one after another, and the residential areas along the road are decorated in a very luxurious manner. Even the roads have become much smoother, completely different from the gravel and mud brick roads in the downtown area.

This is the difference between urban areas, a difference the Undead have also seen between the Grand Knights of Kazimir and the villages.

The immortal looked out the window for a while, then turned his gaze back and asked.

"You said yesterday that other people would come to pick me up. Why did you come?"

Xisha smiled, glanced at the figure encased in armor in the rearview mirror, and said.

"When the master heard that you had come to Kazimierz, he instructed me to do everything I could to help you. So he reserved an interview slot for the Warlocks' Guild in my name. If you want to enter the Warlocks' Guild, I will need to be present."

Xisha added.

"Although it may sound a bit troublesome, there are some other advantages. For example, if I'm here, you won't need to queue. You can just enter through the side door of the association. You'll only need to undergo some tests on your spells to obtain a registered warlock certificate."

"Registration, warlock, proof?"

"The immortal asked in confusion."

"Not going for an interview as an assistant? Why do I need a warlock's certificate?"

Xisha glanced at the passenger seat on the side, gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and took a document from the passenger seat with the other, handing it to the Undead.

The Undead took the document from his hand, and Xisha spoke at that moment.

"Being Miss 'Skyfire's' assistant isn't easy. Without a certain level of expertise in Originium Arts, she wouldn't approve of such an assistant. Because of this, many people who don't meet her Originium Arts standards have been eliminated by her."

Xisha told this amusing story with a smile, and even the immortals couldn't help but listen attentively.

"This Miss Skyfire's dedication to Originium Arts has reached an obsessive level. Not just her, but the entire 'King's Staff' is like that. They are a group of Originium researchers with a deep passion for Originium Arts."

"This assistant position has been shelved by the Sorcerer's Guild for half a year. But still, no one has met the requirements and gained Miss Skyfire's approval."

“Even many nobles want to try. But they are usually eliminated in the first round. No one can work by her side for a week and gain her approval.”

"noble?"

The immortals couldn't understand it anymore.

"Even nobles need assistants? Even nobles sometimes lack money?"

Xisha smiled mysteriously and shook his head.

"No. Their goal is not the profession itself, nor the rewards it brings. It's Miss Skyfire herself."

"?" the Undead asked.

"She's very strong? Everyone wants to receive her guidance?"

"Ha, no!"

Xisha laughed heartily; the knight had suddenly struck him as somewhat simple and honest.

"To put it simply, this Miss Skyfire is not only a powerful Originium Arts user, but also a noble lady with a beautiful appearance. She is quite famous in the entire noble circle."

"Miss Skyfire never mentions her real name. But her status as a noblewoman is universally acknowledged. So in terms of marriage, Miss Skyfire may not be considered an excellent partner. But she is definitely the dream girl of many young people in Victoria."

"You like her?"

The Undead really couldn't understand the relationship between them. Did liking her have anything to do with being her assistant?

"So, you're going to be her assistant?"

Isn't this just like being the dog of whoever you like?

"Being near the water tower makes you the first to get the moonlight. Although it's an ancient saying from the Yan Kingdom, it must have some truth to it."

Xisha corrected the claim that no one died, he said.

"As long as you have the opportunity to get close to Miss Skyfire, you have a chance to win her favor."

"The fact that becoming Miss Skyfire's assistant means having the opportunity to share dinner with her has become a consensus in the upper echelons of Victoria."

At this point, Xisha couldn't help but glance at the Undead again in the rearview mirror.

"Although, so far, no one has been able to share dinner with Miss Skyfire."

The Undead finally understood what Xisha wanted to say to him.

Xisha recommended this job to him, and it was definitely not just as simple and easy as he had previously claimed.

SilverAsh must have been behind this, because he knew that the Undead who held the Dragon Stone would definitely try to dig deeper into Victoria's background and history.

In this situation, a suitable identity can bring many conveniences.

Tianhuo's noble status presents him with the perfect opportunity to ascend to almost heaven in one step.

If he can secure this position, the Undying Man can use Tianhuo's identity to begin making inquiries into Victoria's upper echelons.

As a wandering spirit and war knight of Victoria, the Undead definitely has the ability to make Skyfire at least interested in him.

Whether it succeeds or not, it has already opened the door to the upper echelons of Victorian society for the Undead, just waiting for him to step inside.

After a moment of contemplation, the immortal figured out the relationship between them and couldn't help but sigh again.

My friend is really something; he even figured out this.

If I have the chance in the future, I must go back to Shelag to see him again, have a good chat with him, and thank him in person.

This is no longer about compensation; it's simply his way of being an ally, or to support the Undead.

As the undead were chatting, the two arrived at the Warlock Guild.

As a major power in Victoria, the Sorcerers' Guild has its buildings conveniently located in the city center, near the city hall.

On the other side of the city hall, there is another building.

According to Xisha, that was the office center of another powerful group in Victoria.

Steam Knight.

However, Xisha didn't know much about the Steam Knights. This faction, as part of the official Victorian army, had always been a rather mysterious entity.

Especially in recent decades, with few wars fought, people's knowledge of steam knights has decreased, and they are now almost nowhere to be seen.

After getting out of the parking lot, Xisha took his identification and led the undead to the Warlock Association.

"The Warlock Guild, besides allowing you to use Originium Arts within the city after registering an official Warlock certificate, also provides certification for many other professions."

Xisha continued to cram knowledge into the immortals.

"For example, if a messenger from a natural disaster wants to conduct on-site investigations of geographical conditions, one of the documents required is a sorcerer's certificate. As a messenger, if you want to use Originium Arts, you also need a certificate of registration with the Sorcerer's Guild. Other examples include sorcerers working for security companies, and Originium Arts used for certain medical emergencies."

"Many everyday workers use Originium Arts in their work, such as simple heating and small-scale temperature control. These Originium Arts that can assist in their work all require certification from the Sorcerer's Guild."

The undead could already see the crowd gathered in the Warlock Guild Hall, Xisha continued speaking.

"Warlock certificates are almost universally accepted throughout Terra, and warlock associations exist in other countries as well."

Xisha turned around and looked at the immortals.

"In other words, once you have this certificate, many things will be much more convenient for you in the future, and it's not just for this job."

"Ah."

The Undead and Xisha entered the hall of the Warlock Guild, where others waited in line to complete other procedures. However, at the registration point for warlock status, there were only a few scattered people.

After all, warlock certificates are useful everywhere, so many people would definitely want to get one for future reference.

Meanwhile, members of the Warlocks' Guild had already prepared a testing ground for Xisha, just waiting for her arrival.

"This is the one being tested."

Xisha pointed to the immortals beside her.

"Okay, please show me your identification."

The staff member politely greeted the immortal and then asked him to provide identification.

He remained silent for a moment, then looked at Xisha beside him.

Xisha seemed to understand something. He took out a card from his chest and handed it to the staff member in front of him.

"This is his identification."

The staff accepted the identification and began creating a file for the immortal.

Seeing this, the immortal approached Xisha out of curiosity.

"You have my identification?"

"Being prepared is always better than being caught off guard."

Xisha whispered to the Undead.

“When you asked the Glasgow Gang to help you enter the city before, you had already registered your identity document once. I just took this out of the file and made a backup. Considering your amnesia, I also prepared this for you. You can take it with you in a bit.”

The immortal nodded.

After the staff finished setting up all the files for the Undead, they invited him inside to test his Originium Arts.

Xisha waved to the Undead, telling him that he would be waiting outside.

The immortal went in and came out not long after.

Back when they set off, Xisha had already told the Undead that registering a Warlock certificate did not require a high level of Originium Arts proficiency; all that was needed was proof that you possessed that Originium Arts skill.

So the Undead simply lit flames in their hands and conducted burning and explosion tests.

With all the data within the normal range, the Warlocks' Guild readily approved the Undead's test.