Ark Undead

To his delight, however, the Undead maintained a stable state, forcibly suppressing his emotions and patiently listening to Xisha talk about these things.

“Mr. Undying, thank you for your hard work. For a long time to come, you will be experiencing life here as a member of Victoria on your own.”

The Undead nodded, speaking sincerely to Xisha.

"Thank you."

"It's okay! It's all work, it's all work, hahaha."

Xisha smiled, glanced around, took out a small booklet from his pocket, and handed it to the undead in front of him.

A pen was also included.

"Um, Mr. Undead."

The usually composed and dignified Xisha suddenly showed some embarrassment, which caught the Undead off guard.

"Could you please... sign your name for me?"

"?" The Undead was stunned for a while before he realized what was happening.

I didn't expect someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you to watch the Casimir Major?

“When I accompanied my son to watch the Casimir Major, he really liked you. Later, as I watched, I also found it quite interesting and got into it myself.”

Xisha chuckled twice, and the tall, imposing man actually looked a little embarrassed.

"My son's birthday is in two days, and I don't know what to get him as a gift. But if it's Mr. Undying's autograph, then I think it would be the best gift to pair with any other birthday present."

Without refusing, the man took the pen and booklet from his hand.

He had been looking down, about to write, when he seemed to remember something and looked up at the Xisha Islands.

"Should it be 'The Undead' or 'The War Knight'?"

"All!"

Xisha extended her right hand and made a two-character gesture.

"It's best to write it twice!"

Goodness, it seems his son isn't the only one who likes the War Knight.

Slightly helpless, it all started with SilverAsh. It seems like the entire Kalan Trade community loves watching the Casimir Major.

After writing "War Knight Undead" twice in the booklet, the Undead thought for a moment and then added a paragraph at the end.

Only then was it handed over to Xisha.

Xisha took it and carefully placed it in her arms. Then she straightened up and coughed twice.

"Ahem... Then let's go first! Mr. Undead, I'll take you back."

The immortal nodded.

"it is good."

98. Masked Gentleman - Undead Limited Edition

The following day, the immortals had a rare day of leisure.

No need to go out and run around for bounty missions, and no need to worry about people coming to your door and bothering you.

I just stayed at home listening to Kroos's snoring as he slept, and then it got light outside.

Yesterday, Hannah brought over some household items.

Things like face wash and toothbrush supplies, bath supplies, and several cases of drinking water.

In Hannah's words, it didn't matter what happened to the undead; after all, he had already gotten used to his daily life.

But Kroos was a girl, and it was obvious that she had been wandering outside for a long time.

Moreover, the Undead agreed with Hannah's point of view, and the two of them put their heads together and got these things for Kroos.

I want her to get used to normal life in society as soon as possible.

She doesn't have to become a normal girl, but at least she needs to gradually get used to all of this, otherwise she will always be just a wanderer.

However, cooking is something that Kroos and the Undead don't have to suffer for.

Kroos wants to eat everything in sight. If you gave her a bunch of bottles and jars, the first thing she'd probably do would be to pour salt, pepper, and other such things into her mouth.

Then two words popped up.

Okay.

She could eat almost anything. If it weren't for the fact that the Undead had done their best to help Kroos adapt to modern life along the way, the few days she spent with Hannah would have terrified her.

Watching Kroos wash her face and brush her teeth, the Undead watched over her like a teacher, making her clean herself up carefully.

When this blonde idiot was brushing her teeth, her eyes lit up the moment she put the toothbrush with toothpaste in her mouth.

Then he glanced at the undead.

The survivors immediately knew something bad was about to happen!

Sure enough, Kroos strained his cheek.

Click!

The toothbrush broke in her mouth, but that silly dog ​​Kroos chewed on it with relish.

"Spit it out!"

It took the Undead a long time to pry the broken half of the toothbrush out of Kroos's mouth.

The Undead later taught Kroos that this thing couldn't be eaten; it was for brushing.

But after trying for a long time, Kroos still couldn't figure out how to brush this thing in his mouth.

So the Undead simply took matters into his own hands.

Holding a toothbrush in one hand and grabbing Kroos's cheek with the other, he pried Kroos's mouth open with a little force.

Then take the toothbrush and help Kroos brush his teeth.

"Waaaaah! Waaaaah..."

Kroos stared wide-eyed, his throat emitting unintelligible whimpers.

If you didn't know the truth, you'd probably think the immortal did something strange to this girl.

After brushing, Kroos's first reaction was that the toothbrush tasted quite sweet, and he actually swallowed a mouthful.

Luckily, toothpaste isn't toxic, otherwise Kroos would probably have had a stomachache all day.

Later, the Undead took a bottle of water and poured it into Kroos's mouth, telling her not to swallow it and to spit it out. Only then was she finished brushing her teeth.

After brushing his teeth, Kroos covered his mouth and stood there bewildered for a long time.

She used to think that her mouth was only for eating, but now something is going into her mouth.

It's one thing if we can't eat them, but there were many other things we couldn't eat in the past that the Undead took away.

But now not only can I not eat it! I also have to let this thing swirl around in my mouth for a long time!

"Ah, pfft... ooh... ah..."

The silly dog ​​opened its mouth wide, looked down for a long time, and stuck out its tongue, trying to see if anything had changed in its mouth. It even made some strange noises.

But how could she possibly see what's in her mouth?

He spent ages making faces and gestures but nothing changed, and he even exhausted himself.

Then the blond idiot's ears drooped limply, and he collapsed to the ground, lost in thought.

She only raised her head when she smelled a familiar fragrance.

"eat."

The Undead helped Kroos heat up the bread he needed for breakfast, took it off the campfire, and handed it to him.

"!" Then the blond idiot dog's ears perked up again, he braced himself on the floor with both hands, took a bite of the pancake the undead handed him, and then sat up and slowly ate it with his hands.

Kroos always had a good mood while eating.

How long her good mood lasts depends on how many meals she eats a day.

If she can eat three meals a day, she will be in a good mood every day.

If you get hungry, even the best mood will vanish, your ears will droop instantly, and you won't even have the energy to walk.

But she never complained. No matter how hungry she was, she would wait for the Undead to light the campfire and gather all their belongings before putting the food on the fire to heat it up.

That's how it used to be when I was on the road, but these past two days since I came to Victoria, I've been heating up my own food every day.

After Kroos had eaten breakfast, the Undead took Kroos to play with Hannah.

It's not that Hannah is idle; most of Hannah's work is concentrated in the evenings.

As the second-in-command of the Glasgow gang, her job was to guard the gate and fight.

During the day, not many people would loiter around her warehouse entrance, and moving goods and items wasn't her job. Occasionally, she would chat with the gang members who did those things.

More often than not, they would guard the warehouse until the early hours of the morning before handing over their duties and going to sleep.

Usually, some guys who want to target the Glasgow gang will come here to cause trouble in the first half of the night.

Therefore, Hannah had the hardest time.

However, Hannah can sleep until almost noon every morning, which can be considered a lifestyle.

When the Undead arrived, Hannah had just opened her eyes in bed and saw two people, one big and one small, sitting next to her, which almost gave her a heart attack.

Holy crap!

Hannah sat up abruptly in bed; if she hadn't reacted in time, she would have already punched the Undead.

When did you arrive?

Hannah threw off the covers and sat up in bed, not caring that her long, shapely legs, which weren't yet wearing trousers, were exposed to the air.

"It scared me to death! There wasn't a sound at all, I couldn't hear a thing!"

The white cat's head fur almost stood on end; it was clear she was genuinely frightened.