Ark Undead

The immortal sincerely thanked Xisha.

This was a gesture of goodwill from the Kalan trade, and the Undead certainly knew this.

But who can blame them when Karan Trade does this not only openly and legally, but also in a way that makes people feel comfortable?

Moreover, this job directly addresses the key point of not dying, perfectly meeting all his requirements.

"In that case, I'll head back now. There are still many things to take care of at the company."

Xisha pointed to the alleyway entrance.

"There's a taxi stand at the intersection. You have some money on you, right?"

"Have."

The immortal nodded.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Haha, no, no, it's what I should do."

Xisha greeted the Undead with a smile, then went back to the garage to get her car.

When he came out, he rolled down the driver's window and greeted the Undead.

As the vehicles from Xisha drove away from the alley, the Undead looked back at the small detached house.

He arrived at the door and gently pressed the doorbell.

Ding dong.

The immortal waited outside for a minute or two, but couldn't hear a sound.

So the immortal rang the doorbell again.

Ding dong.

It was at this moment that some faint sounds came from inside.

A short while later, the camera at the door lit up green, indicating that the camera had been turned on.

"I hope you're not the guy who rings my doorbell for amusement or tells me I have to pay the property fees again."

A slightly languid voice came from the loudspeaker next to her. Even though it was already midday, she sounded as if she had just gotten out of bed, and her voice was still a little hoarse.

"What's up? You look like a cosplay enthusiast. If you disturb my sleep for some trivial reason, I won't let you off easily."

"..."

The Undead was silent for a while, feeling that Miss Skyfire was a bit off-track on her mind.

"I'm here to apply for the job."

There was a moment of silence from the loudspeaker, then the Undead spoke again.

"Miss Skyfire, it's already afternoon. The appointed time has arrived."

"..."

There was a moment of silence from the loudspeaker, followed by a small scream, and then a series of clanging sounds.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I almost forgot I had an interview today! Could you please wait downstairs for a moment? I'll be right there!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

The person who didn't die felt something was off. Would a normal person forget that they had work today?

A short while later, distinct footsteps could be heard coming from inside the house.

The door in front of the Undead was opened, and there was an iron bar separating them in the entrance hall.

This is a normal house design; the outermost part is a large iron gate, and then the main door to open the house.

The middle section is used to store shoes, or to open the iron railings to provide a place for delivery people to place their items.

The person who opened the door to the house was a Filin girl with brown hair.

The orange pupils were mixed with a hint of red, the very color of burning flames.

She wore a neat blazer on top and a short black leather skirt that fell from her waist, the belt at the waist perfectly showcasing her excellent figure. However, the whole outfit looked slightly wrinkled, clearly because she had put it on at the last minute due to time constraints.

As for the chest area, it's clear that it's well-nourished.

Her small feet, encased in black stockings and white cotton slippers, pattered as she arrived at the door and opened it for the Undead.

"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting outside for so long! Please come in!"

The young lady named Tianhuo opened the iron gate and invited the undead into the house.

"No need to take off your shoes! Just come in! Sit on the sofa for a bit, I'll be right back!"

After opening the door for the Undead, Tianhuo immediately ran inside and went upstairs, and it was unclear what she was planning to do next.

The first thing the undead see upon entering is a huge standing clock.

Finally, there are the small statues placed on either side of the standing clock.

These small statues are all traditional Victorian standing figures, mostly depicting ancient poets.

The room is decorated in a very Victorian style, with a slightly dark brown overall layout and warm-toned ceiling decorations to make it look less gloomy and to give people a rare sense of lightness.

The carved decorations and fur-covered furniture are classic Victorian style, and the bright lighting makes the whole room look even brighter and more luxurious.

The only drawback was that the whole room looked messy, as if it hadn't been cleaned or tidied up.

The immortal looked at the sofa, which was piled high with books, many of which were still unopened, and there wasn't even a seat for anyone to sit down.

"..."

The Undead simply stood next to the sofa, leaning her greatsword against the wall behind her, and didn't touch her things.

These academic types hate having their stuff messed with, something I learned a long time ago.

And who knows, something might jump out of the book and give you a fright, so it's best not to invite trouble.

A short while later, Tianhuo came down from upstairs.

When she came down, her clothes had been cleaned and meticulously arranged, and her hair had been combed and was flowing down smoothly with slight curls at the ends.

Her face was adorned with tasteful, light makeup, accompanied by a subtle blend of floral scents emanating from her. None of the fragrances overpowered the others, but rather complemented the rose scent without being overpowering. A powerful aura immediately enveloped her.

This is a girl with a very strong sense of self, but most geniuses are like that.

Miss Skyfire, as a young and outstanding figure in the field of Originium Arts, possesses dual degrees in geology and Originium geology, and is extremely confident.

Seeing the immortal standing next to the sofa, I was about to ask him why he didn't sit down when I remembered that the books I ordered yesterday were still on the sofa.

Miss Tianhuo blushed, quickly bent down to carry all the books to the ground, and then invited the guests to sit down.

"Let's get to know each other formally. I'm Skyfire, a member of 'King's Staff,' specializing in Originium Arts and theory."

The young Felin lady confidently extended her hand and leaned slightly forward on the sofa.

She took control of the conversation as soon as she sat down; she really is a strong-willed girl.

However, the immortal didn't feel there was anything wrong with it; having someone to lead the conversation was exactly what he wanted.

"Immortal."

The Undead extended his right hand, touched the heavenly fire slightly, and then withdrew it.

Simple and polite, yet maintaining a sufficient distance, Undead's behavior easily put Tianhuo's initial impression of him on a positive note.

"That simple?"

Tianhuo raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised that the Undead's self-introduction was so short.

"Then, could you tell me more about yourself? Including what profession you've held and what achievements you've made. Simply put, what makes you think you can be my assistant?"

Tianhuo earnestly questioned the Undead.

This wasn't a sign of arrogance; she simply needed to confirm whether the man in front of her was qualified to be her assistant.

After all, the path of Originium Arts research is not easy. Even the slightest mistake could potentially cause Originium energy to become disordered.

In particular, her research on the Flame Originium Technique meant that explosions were commonplace.

"..."

The Undead tilted his head; it was quite a challenge for him to come up with a reason on the spot.

If I had to say...

The disciple of the witch Izaris, the wielder of chaotic flames—does that qualify her?

But the Undead certainly can't say that, since the other party doesn't even know who the Witch Izaris is.

Then the immortal spoke.

"I know some...fire magic."

"Okay, please continue."

"..."

The immortals stopped talking.

Tianhuo's polite expression gradually stiffened.

She looked at the man in front of her, who was completely shrouded in armor, and wanted to ask him her question.

That's it?

95. The work of an assistant

"Actually, what I mean is not how outstanding you are or how high your skill level is in Originium Arts."

After thinking for a while, Tianhuo realized that the man in front of him didn't seem like one of those unreasonable young masters. So he patiently told the Undead his specific requirements.

"My main focus is on researching Originium Arts, so there are bound to be some dangers in my work. In particular, there may be close contact with Originium. What I'd like to know is, what do you know about Originium? And whether you can keep your life safe in this job?"

As Tianhuo spoke to the Undead, he got up, went to the kitchen behind him, and pressed a button on a machine twice.

"So I asked you to introduce yourself because I wanted to find out what you did before, whether you are capable of handling the risks associated with Originium Arts, and what qualifications you have to become my assistant."

After thinking for a while, the Undead understood what Tianhuo meant.