Ark Undead

The Undead looked at the heavenly fire before him, raised his hand, and touched his chin.

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago?"

"Huh?"

Skyfire raised its head, its fluffy ears stood up, and its orange eyes revealed a hint of adorable blankness.

"What? When?!"

"Just now, up there, while we were chatting..."

As the Undead spoke, a golden flame ignited in his right hand.

The gentle flame, like a domesticated animal, burned quietly in the hands of the undead, without dissipating in the slightest.

"Yes, sorcery."

101. Is magic such an inconvenient thing?

Skyfire's obsession with fire magic exceeded the Undead's expectations.

When Tianhuo set aside his pride and status to humbly inquire about magic from the Undead, the Undead were somewhat surprised.

He had met many sorcerers and magicians, all of whom were ambitious beyond measure.

Aside from my own magic, no one is stronger than me!

Everyone here is trash!

Most mages are like this, scoffing at other people's spells.

But if you say you're going to teach them magic, they'll come over with a sour look on their faces and listen to you slowly explain the principles.

Humility is ultimately rare; we've seen plenty of people like that, even if they die.

But Tianhuo not only lowered his head, but also maintained this attitude, constantly asking the Undead for details.

There aren't many special details to talk about regarding the immortals; it's all the result of my own practice.

Besides that, the most important thing is one's own attitude towards fire.

"So, is sorcery actually a type of Originium magic?"

Tianhuo asked curiously, and she, like a student, began to take notes with the notebook and pen in her hand.

"But when I observe you using sorcery, there doesn't seem to be any fluctuation of Originium magic. And is this ability to control fire also part of learning sorcery?"

"No."

The Undead shook his head and pointed out a very important fact.

"Spells are merely a means. The essence of power is fire. Therefore, how one deals with fire is of utmost importance."

Skyfire had never considered this perspective; in her view, flames were simply a result of Originium magic.

His Originium Arts are based on fire manipulation, and in this respect, he relies entirely on instinct.

"Treatment of fire?"

Tianhuo stood there stunned, his mind suddenly filled with countless inspirations.

She never considered treating the flames as a conscious, emotional entity.

But then again, flames represent rage and uncontrollability, which is a manifestation of emotion, isn't it?

The brief exchange with the Undead led Skyfire to write down two or three pages of thoughts in his manual.

"So, how do we get out?"

It wasn't until the Undead almost tore the door apart and still couldn't find a way out that Tianhuo realized what was happening.

"Oh, sorry! I got a little too excited!"

Skyfire quickly put away the booklet, tapped the screen next to him, opened the door, and left the room with the Undead.

By this time, the sky had darkened, and the Undead were ready to leave.

Tianhuo jogged over to the Undead.

The Undead, carrying large and small bags, turned to look at the Skyfire.

"Are you coming again tomorrow?"

"If you'd like."

Skyfire no longer considers the Undead as assistants.

Originally, the recruitment of an assistant was just to find someone who could lend a hand. But unexpectedly, a powerful sorcerer with a skill in fire manipulation far exceeded his understanding.

"About the salary... well... but, it's not like you're working for me anymore, is it?"

Tianhu shook her head slightly as she looked at the undead in front of her.

"As long as you're willing to come over occasionally to do experiments with me and chat for a bit, I don't care about the job. Consider the salary as tuition I pay for knowledge."

"?" The Undead could never have imagined that Tianhuo would be so thirsty for knowledge, to the point of such an extent.

He just said a few words casually, is it really that big of a deal?

In truth, Skyfire's mastery of fire magic was indeed quite high. However, most of the warlocks of Terra hadn't considered what the spells they used meant to them.

Sorcerers like Tianhuo, who specialize in fire, are exceptions. When she reaches a bottleneck, a single word is often enough to open the door to a new world for her.

In conclusion, thank you very much for your guidance.

After hesitating for a moment, Tianhuo finally spoke.

"The next experiment will be postponed. I need to test the idea you told me about today. I will let you know afterward."

At this point, Tianhuo suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right, I don't have your contact information yet!"

Tianhuo turned around and picked up his communicator from the table inside the door.

"Could you tell me your communicator number?"

"..."

The Undead remained silent for a while, looking at the heavenly fire in front of him with increasing doubt in his eyes.

"Communicator?"

"Yes, a communicator."

Skyfire nodded, but after noticing the Undead's questioning gaze, Beautiful Philine's gaze also gradually changed.

"You don't...have a communicator, do you?"

The two stared at each other for a long time before the immortal finally nodded.

After learning that the Undead didn't even have a communicator, Tianhuo fell silent.

In the end, the Undead got a pen from Skyfire and left his address.

He also told Tianhuo that if he wanted to find him, he could send a letter to this place, or he could come to him directly.

How old-fashioned must someone be to choose this method!

Tianhu sighed, staring at the address left by the Undead, lost in thought.

It seems we need to find a way to get this gentleman a communicator.

Judging from his voice, Mr. Undying must be quite old, right?

In Tianhuo's senses, the Undead's slightly withered hands and his voice gave him the air of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, an air that naturally matched his extensive knowledge.

Only after thinking about this did Tianhuo belatedly realize what was happening.

For an infected person in their forties or fifties to maintain such a level of rationality and possess such astonishing fire control abilities.

The Behemoth College he mentioned is probably a very old-fashioned school.

It might be an organization formed privately by some outstanding sorcerers.

Mr. Undying likely holds a high position at Piheim Academy; judging from his demeanor and understanding of magic, calling him a professor would be an understatement.

So why did he put on armor in the first place?

Skyfire's mind began to swirl.

Her slightly plump body nestled in the sofa, enjoying the comfort of the experiment's end, while she used her supple legs to hold a back cushion, making her lower back a little more comfortable.

In short, we must bring Mr. Immortal over for the next experiment.

Recalling how the Undead gathered the high-temperature energy emanating from her body today, Tianhuo still finds it somewhat unbelievable.

That's not the kind of Originium energy that guides stability. How did they manage to generate such violent energy?

The immortals walking home didn't think that much about it.

More than the experiments with the heavenly fire and the knowledge she craved, the Undead were concerned about when the money would arrive.

You have to understand, Kroos has an enormous appetite. No one wants to feed her anything that isn't nutritious, so her food expenses alone are quite high every day.

It's normal for growing children to eat a lot.

In Victoria, the currencies used for transactions are nothing more than gold coins, silver coins, and Lungmen coins issued by Lungmen.

Kroos can earn a gold coin every day just from eating, which is worth several hundred LMD!

For those who don't die, the biggest expense is firewood.

The expensive firewood wasn't actually that expensive, costing only a few gold coins a week. But with both firewood and food consuming so much, the Undead's purse was emptying very quickly, threatening to be gone in the next couple of days.

They had been running around for a month or two, and both of them were running low on supplies.

It's impossible for Hannah to support them both, is it?

Kroos might not care, he'd eat whoever he's with, but the Undead wouldn't stoop to that level.

He doesn't like owing people anything, especially not friends.

While pondering these random thoughts, the Undead turned and walked into a shortcut.

Although this shortcut is a bit narrow, it doesn't require detouring to the other side of the main road; it's a straight line leading directly to the lower city.