Ark Undead

"hehe."

The refined voice smiled and pursed its lips, yet a hint of coldness lurked within.

The label of "warmonger" must never be attached to oneself.

Even if what he did was more horrific than that of warmongers, his reputation must not be tainted.

At this point, the waiter standing outside the door knocked on the door, interrupting their conversation.

"Come in."

The refined voice spoke loudly, and the waiter pushed open the door and entered the room.

It was a small room, inside which sat a fat Felin and a Sarkaz with two horns on his head.

If an outsider were to see what's inside, they would surely be puzzled.

How did a Sarkaz rise to such a high-ranking position in Victoria?

"gentlemen."

The waiter stood to the side, bowed slightly, and said nothing more.

Seeing this, Nasakaz turned his gaze toward the Felin tribe.

"Speaker, we've pretty much finished discussing everything. I'll visit your residence later to have a proper chat."

This is a way of telling them to leave.

But the Philin, who was called the Speaker, was not angry; he had already achieved his goal.

So he got up and, with Sarkaz seeing him off, left the room.

Upon returning, Sarkaz's smile vanished, and he looked at the waiter beside him.

"Sir, their bodies were found early this morning on Victor Street in the Upper City."

"A corpse? Dead?"

Sarkaz took a deep breath, walked over, picked up the glass on the table, and drank the precious liquor in one gulp.

"So, his identity can be confirmed?"

"Yes."

The waiter nodded slightly and placed the documents in his hand on Sarkaz's desk.

"This is the information on that wandering spirit, according to the investigation. He claims to be an immortal and participated in the Knights Tournament in Kazimierz six months ago."

"War Knight?"

Sarkaz frowned slightly; he had considered this possibility long ago, so it wasn't surprising.

"anything else?"

"He has close ties with the Glasgow Gang; he met them during his last visit to Lentinium. The Kalan Trade has been friendly to him, and the head of their Lentinium branch personally escorted him to obtain his sorcerer's certificate."

"Um..."

Sarkaz frowned slightly. He knew the Undead might be capable, but he hadn't expected them to be involved with so many forces.

Leaving aside the fact that the Knights of Kazimierz are not far away, let's just talk about the two forces that carry considerable weight in Victoria.

One is Kallan Trade, a foreign trade group affiliated with Shelag.

Although the SilverAsh was still young in his eyes, his methods and strategic vision were truly remarkable. The raw materials that the Karan Trade sent to Victoria every year, and the industrial goods it bought, also brought considerable profits to Victoria.

As for the Glasgow gang, and that girl's follower, is he on that side?

Where is he now?

Sarkaz poured himself another glass of bright red wine, held it in his hand, and asked thoughtfully.

"Or rather, are there any new activities by the forces associated with him?"

The waiter bowed slightly and spoke.

"Trade in Kalan remains unchanged, just like before."

"The Glasgow Gang's men are too scattered, making it difficult for us to monitor them. But that lady is still in the Upper Town; she attended a party last night and seemed to be having a good chat with a clothing supplier."

At this point, seeing that Nasakaz did not react, the waiter lowered his head again and said in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, sir, we'll immediately strengthen our surveillance of the Glasgow Gang and make sure we see results tonight!"

After the waiter finished speaking, there was a few seconds of silence.

Nasakaz finally nodded.

"Ah."

The waiter breathed a huge sigh of relief, as if he had survived a calamity.

Sarkaz took a sip of his drink, looked at the documents his subordinates handed him, and then spoke.

"After this, don't send anyone to contact him again. Now that his identity has been confirmed, let him fend for himself. As long as it doesn't affect the plan two weeks from now."

"Yes."

The waiter slightly raised his body.

Nasakaz spoke again.

"Is that dragon still asleep?"

"Reporting to you, sir, that dragon has already consumed two warehouses' worth of potions, but there's been no movement from it yet."

The waiter spoke in a low voice, then looked up and asked.

"Should we...increase the dosage?"

"No need, just maintain the current daily dosage. What I need isn't an obedient creature, but a volatile bug."

Sarkaz propped his face up with his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Then, we'll give these noble lords of Lentinium a surprise."

"Yes."

The waiter lowered his head and respectfully agreed.

Sarkaz looked at the waiter in front of him and thought for a moment.

"You've worked hard these past few days, go and collect your offering."

"!" Upon hearing this, the waiter trembled slightly with excitement.

Then, his knees buckled, and he couldn't help but kneel down, expressing his gratitude to the Sarkaz in front of him.

"You are too kind, sir!"

"Go."

Sarkaz closed his eyes, bored.

"Yes!"

The waiter stood up, respectfully left the room, and closed the door.

After a long while, Sarkaz closed his eyes and drank the last sip of wine.

Immortal...

It's been a long time since I've heard that title.

103. The Three Pillars of Victoria

Time is never something worth waiting for, because it is waiting itself.

The Undead spent their days waiting for news from Hannah, and each day was far from fulfilling.

Well, even though the Undead's daily life was never exactly fulfilling, the extent to which he cared about that symbol exceeded his expectations.

Miss Skyfire's letter never arrived, so the Undead could only stay at home or occasionally visit the Glasgow Gang's warehouse.

Kroos followed the Undead, and no matter what the Undead were doing, Kroos stayed by their side.

She never makes a fuss or causes a scene. She just quietly finds a place to sit down and stays there.

If he's near a campfire, Kroos will take out his weapon and polish it repeatedly. If he gets tired, he'll lie down and rest for a while.

If there is any movement outside the door, Kroos's ears will perk up, and he will raise his head to look at the Undead.

If it were Hannah's side, Kroos would only act a little more unruly.

Hannah took me to watch dramas and variety shows on TV.

Although Kroos couldn't understand any of this stuff, Hannah knew how to deal with it.

Food program.

Whenever a food show aired, Kroos would sit upright on Hannah's bed, staring at the television in front of him, as if the food were right in front of him, and he were about to have a duel with it.

However, usually, all that awaits Kroos is bread and water stored by the Glasgow gang.

Hannah would often save some snacks and feed them to Kroos when she came over.

"Watching Xiao Ke eat is a pleasure, you wouldn't understand."

Yes, that's what Hannah said. The Undead really don't understand what's so enjoyable about it.

Aren't we all just eating and eating? What's so enjoyable about that?

Is Hannah the kind of person who enjoys watching others eat?

Can't figure it out.

But every time Hannah stared at Kroos's trembling cheeks, the curiosity she displayed seemed genuine.

In short, during this period, Kroos won Miss Hannah's favor by being well-behaved, obedient, and having a huge appetite.

In Hannah's eyes, being able to eat a lot seemed to be a symbol of physical strength.

She herself ate quite a lot, and often after having breakfast in the morning, she would share a pie with Kroos.

However, neither of them ever gained weight.