Ark Undead

"It's not hot."

After thinking for a moment, the Undying Man added another sentence.

"Actually, it's quite cool."

That's utter nonsense. This guy was burned by the Primordial Flame once, and it's even inside his body now. If he still doesn't have resistance to the temperature, then he's simply shameful.

But this made the heavenly fire before them look at them with new respect.

"Not bad, your Originium Arts are also fire-based, and your proficiency seems quite high. No wonder you can maintain the temperature around you."

Tianhuo nodded in satisfaction. It would be even better if he could help her with her research while ensuring his own safety.

She had already figured out how to increase the pay for this kind of assistant.

"almost..."

Even the immortals didn't know how to explain it to her.

Is pyromancy considered Originium Arts?

"Okay! It's a pleasure to meet you, but before we start working together, I have a small request for you."

A smile unconsciously appeared on Tianhuo's face; she had finally found an assistant who could satisfy her.

Although it still needs to be observed, it looks promising for now.

"Your armor is really hindering your work. I hope you can change it off next time you come."

Tianhuo looked at the Undead and said.

“If you don’t want to reveal your true identity, you can wear a mask or other protective measures; I don’t mind. But the lab isn’t very spacious, and operating the equipment requires slightly slender fingers, so wearing armor is still too much trouble.”

Upon hearing this, the Undead couldn't help but look at the Heavenly Fire.

"I don't..."

“This is part of the job. If you can’t accept it, I can’t let you into the experimental area. The equipment there is quite valuable, and I don’t want to have to replace a whole batch because of an operational error. If the experiment goes wrong because of me, you don’t need to pay compensation. But if it’s because of you, then the compensation will have to be deducted from your salary.”

Tianhuo heard what the Undead had said, and she looked over in confusion. Her ears, which had been twitching slightly with joy, stopped twitching. She asked.

Did you just say something?

"..."

The Undead was silent for a moment, then shook his head, considering the importance of the job.

"No."

Fine, let's change it then, it's for work anyway.

Furthermore, there's no longer any agreement with Ender, so there's no need for him to keep wearing the armor.

Wearing armor all the time is just a personal habit. Changing clothes for work is normal, right?

96. Take it off.

"So, your job requires you to change your clothes?"

Hannah's eyes lit up; she seemed very happy about it.

"Okay, okay! When are we going to buy clothes? I'll go with you!"

After the Undead returned, the first thing they did was follow the location Hannah had told them that morning to Glasgow to pick up Kroos.

But it's still early today, and there's no rush to go back, so I'll just stay here and chat with Hannah.

Members passing by would more or less glance at the undead after seeing them.

Some older Glasgow gang members would wave, greet the Undead, and address them respectfully.

Mr. Wandering Soul.

Let's get back to Hannah.

She had wanted to see the true face of the immortal for quite some time.

Although wearing armor looks cool, not being able to see their face always arouses some curiosity.

The first time Hannah saw Mr. Ghost emerge from Victoria, the fiery armor he wore left a deep impression on her. The feeling of touching that armor with her fingers remained etched in her memory.

But for her, being able to see Mr. Ghost's face would completely satisfy her curiosity!

Even Melantha had never seen what an undead looked like, and Hannah was already waiting for the day he would take off his armor!

"No need, I'll buy clothes."

The Undead shook his head, he said.

"Kalan Trade, take me there tomorrow to have my body measured. They say they want to customize a set."

Although the fact that even work clothes needed to be custom-made puzzled the Undead, since Xisha had made the suggestion, he didn't need to worry about it himself. It was a good thing.

It's quite a strange thing, actually. Since the Undead awakened, the only person who has seen the Undead's true appearance is Ander, the blacksmith. Oh right, and his wife too; when she was sewing his lining, she also measured the Undead's body measurements.

At other times, the Undead never took off his helmet.

This made many people who came into contact with him very curious about what the undead looked like.

Back in Casimir, because the Undead didn't yet possess sufficient power, both his voice and appearance remained extremely aged and withered. Therefore, Kos and Fran called him "Old Man."

His voice sounds much younger now, but we still haven't seen his face.

"Is that so? What a pity..."

Hannah's interest vanished immediately, and she sounded somewhat inexplicably disappointed.

However, Hannah soon returned to her energetic self.

Even if I can't see the scene of the changing, at least I can see Mr. Wandering Ghost dressed in normal clothes, right?

What will it look like?

Hannah was daydreaming while chewing on a biscuit.

The crocus next to him had already eaten its third piece.

This is food that the Undead bought on his way back. He was afraid that Kroos would be too hungry, so he just bought some to bring back.

Kroos was visibly happy to see the Undead, and then took a big bite of the biscuit, not caring about the Undead's appearance.

What does his appearance have to do with whether he's an immortal?

For the blonde idiot, what feels familiar is always the scent and the behavior; nothing will ever change because of her appearance.

The same applies to Hannah; she's just really curious about what the powerful and silent Mr. Ghost looks like.

Is he really like a handsome knight from a drama, someone who seems to have stepped out of a story?

Hmm... Hannah herself thinks it might be the kind of old knight with a few scars on his face, someone who has seen all the suffering in the world.

However, the two did not dwell on this topic for long and quickly ended the conversation.

The immortal spoke.

"So, my job is settled. I can start working anytime from now on."

As he spoke, the Undead turned his gaze to Kroos beside him.

"From now on, try to spend as much time as possible with Hannah."

The Undead first rubbed Kroos's head, then pointed to Hannah beside him.

"They are all good people. Don't worry, there's no food."

"it is good!"

Kroos nodded happily. It seemed that after spending half a day together, Kroos was already able to exchange a few words with Hannah.

This is quite normal; after all, a carefree and capable older sister is easy to win people's favor.

Moreover, she had a good attitude towards the undead.

However, for a wanderer like Kroos, the ingrained wariness is certainly not so easily eliminated.

We need to give Kroos and Hannah some more time to get to know each other better.

The next morning, the sound of a car stopping could be heard again outside the window of the Undead Man.

The immortal turned his head and saw the car that had come to pick him up yesterday.

As expected, Xisha came again, and once again he was alone.

Kroos was awakened by the noise outside. She got up from the floor and rubbed her eyes.

After a night's sleep, the golden hair on his head was messy, looking like it was standing on end.

"Ugh... Undying Stun?"

Kroos's eyes were still filled with confusion. She raised her head to look at the undead and asked him what had happened.

"I'm going out."

The Undead patted Kroos on the head, then picked up several pieces of firewood from the nearby pile and threw them into the fire all at once.

When I came back yesterday, the campfire had almost gone out. Luckily, the Undead still remembered his campfire and came back early.

"If you're hungry, go find Hannah. Find her and get something to eat."

The Undead gave Kroos a few words of advice, then stood up from the ground.

"Oh!"

Kroos nodded obediently as she spoke to the undead.

"I'm not stupid! I'll go over there and wait for you!"

"Okay."

After saying that, the immortal pushed open the door of his house.

He didn't bring any weapons. If he fixed his clothes today, he wouldn't be able to hold the greatsword with the iron hook on his back, and he might even tear his new clothes.

Xisha outside was about to knock on the door when she looked up and saw that the door had been opened.

Good morning, Mr. Undead.