Ark Undead

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Flames rose, melting the steel mask into molten iron, which was then casually splashed on the ground, mingling with the crimson blood.

The undead adjusted the top hat on his head and picked up his belongings.

He lifted his foot and stepped over the body that had been split in two, and over the blood that covered the ground.

I imagine the Upper City district will be in an uproar tomorrow.

It all depends on how well that important figure who invited the immortals can accomplish.

We need to discuss this information with Hannah and Vina later to see if they can find any clues.

But all of this has nothing to do with the immortals now.

A girl was waiting for him to go back and rest.

He missed the campfire so much, which he hadn't seen all day.

102. Old Acquaintance

"So you think someone is targeting you?"

Hannah asked the undead while eating the biscuit Kroos had given her.

"Do you remember any features? If I do, I can tell you. Even if we don't know, we can still help you look it up."

"Features? Yes."

The undead extended a finger, which solidified into a blue line in the air—a solidified magical trace.

His finger drew a circle in the air, eventually forming a neat, endless ring.

"This is the mark on the assassin's mask."

The Undead retracted his fingers and looked at Hannah in front of him.

Do you have any clues?

It was already the morning of the second day.

The Undead didn't receive a letter from Tianhuo, which means they don't need to go to work today.

After waiting at home for a while, having already brushed Kroos's teeth, we waited for Hannah to come and bring firewood.

Since Hannah had arrived, the Undead Man told her what had happened the night before, and Hannah immediately became alert.

She seemed to be able to find some clues here. But to her, it was really hard to understand why this faction could assassinate people without killing them.

"That's strange, I feel like I've seen this thing somewhere before, but..."

Hannah touched her chin, shook her head, and muttered to herself.

"No, no, it shouldn't be them. Their people wouldn't be stupid enough to go into the upper city and kill people."

"Tell me about it."

The Undead nodded to Hannah. Whatever the information, the Undead needed most right now, whether it was right or wrong. It would be helpful for his future activities in Victoria.

"To put it simply, your design looks very much like the logo of a Victorian indigenous organization to me."

Hannah organized her thoughts and began to explain the science behind the undead.

“EARTHA, the Victorian native resistance, their existence is very secretive. But we have some contact with them, so we know their area of ​​operation. Ah, yes, give me a piece of firewood.”

Hannah borrowed a piece of wood from the Undead, took out a multi-purpose knife from her waist, and began carving on the wood.

"Their logo is a chain of interlocking rings. Although the shape is similar to the ring you drew, in detail, their logo has a hollow center, making it immediately recognizable as a chain."

The Undead shook his head upon seeing what Hannah had drawn.

The sunlight was a bit low at the time, and the Undead only glanced at it. However, it was certain that it was definitely not a chain ring. That kind of ring was more like a pattern made up of multiple intertwined lines.

However, no possibility should be overlooked, and the Undead secretly memorized the pattern.

"They are all active around Londinium, as well as several other small mobile city-states, in order to resist the chaotic rule of the Victorian government. At the same time, Ersa is also helping the infected who have left Londinium as much as possible."

As Hannah spoke, she handed the firewood in her hand to the Undead.

"In cases like this, where people specifically come to the upper city to kill, either they've gone mad, or you have an irreconcilable hatred for them, or you're some key figure with extremely important strategic intentions."

Hannah shrugged and said.

"I personally think we can exclude them."

"Ah."

The Undead nodded, threw the piece of firewood in his hand into the fire next to him, and then spoke.

Is there anything else?

"Hmm...I can't think of anything."

Hannah shook her head as she spoke to the undead.

"After all, I don't have much contact with the upper echelons. I'll pass this message on for you first and have my men keep an eye on it. When Vina or Morgan come back, have them take a look too. They handle things in the upper city every day, so they definitely know more than I do."

As she spoke, Hannah picked up a small piece of firewood and carved a ring on it with a knife, intending to take it with her later.

"In short, the fact that you were assassinated sounds really outrageous, especially since they even called out your name?"

"Yes."

The immortal nodded.

“Victoria, the wandering soul.”

This name is completely unfamiliar to the Undead. But anyone who can call out this name is either an acquaintance of the Undead or, like SilverAsh, a faction that has conducted thorough research.

First, we can rule out SilverAsh. There's no reason for SilverAsh to have the Undead come to Victoria and then specifically have someone in Victoria deal with the Undead.

There was no benefit for SilverAsh, and the Undead couldn't fathom what conflict the two might have. On the contrary, their relationship was quite good, and SilverAsh had no reason to do such a thing.

Then the rest are even harder to guess, especially if we exclude the Glasgow Gang.

The Undead was shocked to discover that he didn't recognize a single person in the entire Victoria.

Who is the strange one?

This force must first have a certain level of capability in Victoria, and secondly, it must have some understanding of the past of the Undead.

And judging from their attitude, they probably have a grudge against the Undead.

Even if they had no grudge against each other, the Undead must have embarrassed them in the past, or rather, the existence of the Undead was an obstacle for them.

However, the assassination attempt itself was somewhat strange.

Although these two assassins are quite skilled, they also have Originium Arts as an auxiliary ability.

But if he knew the Undead's abilities, why did he let these two guys kill him?

Anyone with a brain can tell that the Undying's strength is definitely more than that.

As the immortal man's mind continued to work, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

This was probably not an assassination attempt, but rather a test.

If that's the case, then the price of this test is truly high.

Two assassins skilled in Originium Arts fell into the hands of the Undead, and in doing so, they also exposed their own forces to the Undead.

But what exactly is their purpose in doing this?

"Since it's someone who knows your name, they must have had contact with you before, or been paying attention to you. Think about it carefully. I'll keep an eye on things for you too."

Hannah watched the contemplative Undead from the side, then she stood up and said goodbye to him.

"In that case, I'll head back now. I'll come back to you in a couple of days once I've found out what happened."

The undead sent Hannah away, then returned to the campfire and sat down.

Kroos knew that Hannah and the Undead were talking about serious matters, so he didn't say a word the whole time.

Only now did Kroos raise a piece of bread and offer it to the Undead.

"You eat, I won't."

The Undead reached out and patted Kroos on the head.

The silly dog ​​shuddered with its eyes closed, then withdrew the pancake from its hand.

On the other side, the Londinium City Hall.

A pair of leather shoes shone on the smooth floor as the man carrying documents hurried to the door of an office.

The waiter could hear what was being said inside from outside the door.

"The area where the infected people are gathered is too small? Don't worry about that, we can handle it."

A voice that sounded righteous and righteous laughed and said.

"The infected gathering place in Lentinium was originally left by the kind-hearted citizens who gave those who were about to die a place to fend for themselves. If those people are ungrateful and demand more, then there is no need for Lentinium to keep those guys here."

At this point, the voice let out another cold snort.

"And you too, giving them food. Those useless things are completely worthless, isn't that a waste of food? This is all the money of Victoria's taxpayers, using it on them is like spraying perfume into a cesspool!"

The other person in the conversation was trying to appease the one who was scoffing.

"Ha, Speaker, there's no need to get so angry. While those infected are indeed useless, we still need to find other ways to deal with them. Otherwise, if so many infected people have nothing to eat, wouldn't there be another riot?"

The man's voice sounded refined, but his words were chilling.

"You know, the last infected riot already caused us considerable losses. If it weren't for your timely response, Speaker and I, the entire Londinium would probably be in danger."

"With the number of infected people surging, what we should do is not think about how to kill these infected people, but rather make them bring us more benefits."

Having said all that, his refined voice quietly faded away.

"I naturally have other channels to deal with these damn scum... You see..."

"More profits?"

The man addressed as Speaker spoke with a hint of doubt, then seemed to understand something and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, you're really something! No wonder you're a war profiteer who made your fortune through war. This kind of business is a piece of cake for you!"