Ark Undead

However, the Undead and Kroos came here simply to find someone to talk to and chat with.

At noon, Kroos and Hannah had lunch together.

Hannah tried everything to teach Kroos how to use a spoon. But in the end, she gave up and let Kroos eat the fish and chips with her hands.

Hannah and the Undead exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

A long way to go!

After lunch and a short rest, Hannah pulled the Undead into a fight.

It wasn't a real fight; it was just like before, Hannah asking the Undead for martial arts advice.

Gang members passing by stopped with great interest to watch their leader suffer a defeat at the hands of the Undead.

This used to be a traditional skill, but it's been a long time since we've seen it, so it's a good opportunity for the new Glasgow gang members to see it for themselves.

Kroos also popped up in the middle and started playing around with Hannah.

Since weapons couldn't be used, Kroos was naturally pinned to the ground and beaten by Hannah, but she didn't really beat him; it was just playful fighting.

When Hannah started deploying defensive personnel, the Undead and Kroos greeted her and headed back.

When the two arrived home, it was already night. The moon hung in the sky, with the Undead and Ceobe in front and behind, respectively.

Kroos was still holding the snacks Hannah had given him, planning to eat and play with them by the campfire when he got back tonight.

Upon returning, the Undead threw two pieces of firewood into the campfire, which marked the end of his day's journey.

I'm going to work at Tianhuo tomorrow, so I have to go out early this morning to get my clothes.

Thinking about this, Bu Siren couldn't help but recall the days when he learned magic from his teachers.

Although you can use magic while wearing armor, wearing looser clothing can help relax your nerves.

So when I was studying with the teacher, I would wear someone else's coat that I had found.

Most of those clothes were loose and soft, similar to the clothes ordered by the Undead.

I wonder what it would feel like to wear those clothes?

Kroos munched on his snacks, occasionally yawning.

Before going to bed, the Undead helped her brush her teeth again.

So, Kroos covered his mouth, pondering the feeling, and drifted off to sleep to the sound of crackling firewood.

Early the next morning, a strange man dressed in full armor stood in the old streets of Victoria's Upper Town.

It wasn't until Little Seaman came out to open the door that he saw the Undead already standing there.

"You are... Ah, it's you, guest!"

Little Ximan rubbed his eyes, recognized the Undead, and immediately welcomed him in.

The immortal nodded and went inside to retrieve his clothes.

Under old Siman's guidance, the Undead successfully put on their clothes.

She wore a close-fitting white silk shirt underneath and paired it with a pair of lightweight black trousers.

A brown wool vest was added over the silk shirt, providing warmth and some protection against the wrinkles of the silk.

Then, the outermost layer is a double-breasted coat, single-layered and not bulky at all.

The upper body clothing was slightly secured with a belt near the waist, and then fitted. The lower body consisted of three separate pieces of fabric, front and back, which gave the undead extremely strong mobility.

However, when standing upright, it can also bring a good sense of seriousness to the whole.

As expected of an established brand, at least when the wearer wore it, they didn't feel any discomfort at all.

"These are the things you bought at other stores, sir. They were all delivered last night."

As soon as the Undead finished putting on these clothes, he saw Little Siman take out a whole bunch of other things from behind him.

"Also, here's your other suit. We've packed them all up and put them here for you."

The immortal looked over and saw that these were the items he had bought yesterday from several other stores: shoes, a top hat, a cane, and a pocket watch.

He asked, puzzled.

"You all know each other?"

"Yes, everyone on this street is an old neighbor."

Old Man explained to the Undead as he helped him straighten the buttons on the Undead's neck and hands.

“We’ve known each other for decades, since I was just an apprentice. Since everyone on this street sells different things, there’s not much business conflict. We help each other out and even get some business from each other.”

After helping the Undead adjust his buttons, old Siman picked up the pocket watch next to him, hung it on the Undead's inner pocket, and then put the watch itself into the Undead's inner pocket.

Then he gave a pair of boots to the Undead.

"When pairing with slightly formal everyday wear, boots solve most of the problems. If you're wearing a suit, then wear a different pair of dress shoes."

"Thank you."

The Undead put on his socks and then on the boots that had been made.

The boots have a fitted velvet lining and are made of stiff leather on the outside. They are not only extremely flexible but also of very high quality.

Finally, old Siman put a top hat on the Undead, also known as a gentleman's hat, and then handed the cane to the Undead.

Picking all of this up, Old Man and Young Man stepped back slightly, both showing expressions of satisfaction.

I just did a little tidying up of the Undead's hair, and the overall effect has already transformed him into almost a Victorian gentleman.

It has to be said, there are no undead without armor. Although his appearance isn't particularly outstanding, his calm demeanor makes him quite attractive.

"Were you a scholar before, sir?"

Little Simon couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"It's so similar, exactly like those scholars who specialize in a particular field."

"really."

Old Man Siman nodded subconsciously, agreeing with his son's point of view.

"There are mirrors here, guests can check themselves out."

For the immortal, there's no real feeling; to him, it's just that the clothes are very comfortable.

However, when he turned around and faced the mirror, he was momentarily dazed.

Is this what I really look like?

The Undead subconsciously reached up and touched his cheek; he had almost forgotten what he looked like.

There are still some deep wrinkles on her forehead, but her face has returned to a normal appearance.

However, his slightly darker complexion and sunken eye sockets still made him look like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

Adding some stubble to the chin would make it even more convincing.

In short, he now looks about 70-80% similar to the men of Victoria.

The remaining two or three points represent Victoria's unique sense of etiquette.

"This is your mask."

Little Siman hands the mask to the Undead.

"Thank you."

The immortal unconsciously pressed the mask to his face, then turned to the two and asked.

"how much is it?"

...

Ding dong, ding dong!

Tianhuo was awakened by the doorbell. Still asleep, she struggled to open her eyes, yawned, then got dressed and picked up the phone next to her that had answered the doorbell.

"Wait, I'll be right down..."

Without even listening to who the person below was, Tianhuo got up and spent more than ten minutes slowly tidying up his clothes and hair.

After getting dressed, Tianhuo went downstairs and casually made a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

After pressing the button, Tianhuo went to the door and opened it.

But the moment she opened the door, she saw a figure.

And there were the large and small bags he was carrying.

"?" Tianhuo looked at the unfamiliar man, and her expression gradually became serious.

"May I ask who you are?"

She was certain she had never seen this person before: a double-breasted coat, a top hat, and a cane clutched in his hand along with a bag.

He was wearing a silver mask, so all that could be seen were his thin, bloodless lips and a pair of deep, dark eyes.

Is it another salesperson promoting some company's products?

But why wear a mask? To be a masked gentleman?

"Miss Skyfire."

The man spoke, addressing Tianhuo in a hoarse, rough voice.

"Today, I'm here to work."

Tianhuo's eyes gradually widened in surprise, and her delicate, rosy lips parted slightly.

Is that the armored monster?!

99. Respect for Scholars

"Okay, give me that bottle of blue solution."

Skyfire held a long-handled Originium staff in his hand. After making some repairs to it, he extended his left hand, his eyes still fixed on the staff, and stretched out his arm.

The Undead picked up a bottle of blue solution from the table, opened it for Skyfire, and placed it in her hand.