Ark Undead

The immortals couldn't understand why, after eating so much, their figures didn't change at all.

I don't understand, I just can't figure it out no matter how hard I try.

Although Kroos is indeed very cute, Hannah often comes over to chat with the Undead.

The undead were getting a little bored after having nothing to do for almost a week.

He was thinking that if there was still no news by tomorrow, he would go to Karan Trade to inquire.

Hopefully, Xisha can provide him with some clues.

The next morning, a sound was heard at the entrance of the Undead.

It was a series of footsteps.

Kroos also awoke at this moment. She opened her eyes, raised her head, looked at the Undead, and then looked at the door.

dong dong dong.

The knocking was rhythmic, not loud, and clearly very restrained.

The immortal man got up, went to the door, and opened it.

The first thing that catches the eye is a woman with golden hair, her ears, which are round and hidden in her fluffy hair, are not as sharp as those of the Felin people. She is a Victorian Aslan.

"Mr. Wandering Soul!!"

The newcomer's eyes were filled with surprise the moment he saw the immortal.

She couldn't help but stretch out her arms, as if to give the immortal a big hug.

Welcome back!

The Undead stood still, looking at Hannah standing behind the woman.

Hannah nodded to the Undead and mouthed something to them.

"Vina. (Very quietly)"

So the immortal withdrew his gaze, looked at Vina in front of him, slightly opened his arms, and gave the girl a hug.

Vina hugged the undead's neck and patted his back hard, making a deep, resounding sound as he donned his new armor.

Kroos couldn't help but look up. If the Undead hadn't been so still, she would have thought they were being attacked.

"Hello, Vina."

The Undead spoke first; after greeting everyone, he wanted to say something more.

But even after opening his mouth for a long time, he still didn't know what to say.

In his memory, there were no moments spent with Vina, and he had no idea what they talked about.

“Mr. Wandering Soul, I know you’ve forgotten, so there’s no need to force yourself to greet him.”

Vina smiled understandingly, released the undead's neck, and looked at the body encased in armor.

"It's okay, we have plenty of time to get to know each other again. Aren't you and Hannah a good start?"

The immortal nodded slightly, and at the same time, his fondness for the blonde girl in front of him increased dramatically.

As expected of the leader of the Glasgow gang, he effortlessly helped the Undead out of their predicament.

This is not just a matter of emotional intelligence, but also an art of speaking.

"Come in first."

The Undead made way for Vina and Hannah to come in.

After the two entered the house, they sat down around the campfire in a familiar spot.

Vina also saw another blonde girl lying in the house and nodded to her in a friendly manner.

The Undead sat by the campfire, casually scooped two pieces of firewood from the pile behind him, and threw them into the fire in front of him.

After Vina sat down, she couldn't help but take off the coat draped over her back, then stretched out her not-so-smooth palms and leaned against the campfire in front of her, feeling the warmth of the fire.

"what..."

Vina couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief; it felt so familiar.

Since Mr. Ghost left, there has never been a place like this where I can relax and warm myself by the fire.

Even the Glasgow Gang's warehouse is not an option.

“I told you before, Vina.”

Seeing that the two seemed unwilling to talk, Hannah couldn't help but introduce them.

“Vina, Mr. Undead has recovered and returned. However, he has forgotten many things, as I told you last night.”

Once Hannah started talking, Vina just kept going along with her.

"Ok, I know."

Vina nodded, glancing at the undead over there.

"I heard the news the day after Mr. Wanderer returned. It's just a pity that I've been busy dealing with all sorts of things in the Upper City and haven't had a chance to come back and see you."

"fine."

The immortal shook his head.

To be honest, he couldn't quite understand the inexplicable concern Vina showed him in her words.

What has he done before?

Honestly, I can't remember.

"However, I also received what Hannah told me about a few days ago, that ring."

Changing the subject, Vina went straight to the question that the Undead cared about most.

"The rings on the faces of the two assassins that Mr. Wandering Soul saw when he was attacked."

The Undead's gaze sharpened as he looked at Hannah and asked.

"You've... seen him before?"

"I have seen."

Vina nodded, her expression also serious.

“I was also assassinated by these guys, just a few days before your assassination attempt.”

Hannah clearly knew about this, otherwise she wouldn't have remained so calm.

On the surface, Hannah serves as Vina's personal bodyguard. Although she is stationed in the lower city due to the gang's needs, Hannah is undoubtedly the one who cares about Vina the most; no one else would dare to claim to be number one.

"You too, were assassinated?"

"Immortal asked in surprise."

"How's your strength?"

"They were quite troublesome and slippery. Although I was unharmed, I couldn't stop them."

Speaking of this, Vina felt a little regretful.

“There were still many people around me at the time, but I still couldn’t keep them here.”

According to Hannah, Vina is even more skilled than her.

The Undead knew Hannah's true strength; by calculation, the two people Vina encountered were probably of similar strength to the two he had faced.

"To be honest, after I survived the assassination attempt, I immediately asked Morgan to investigate the matter. I also mentioned these two people intentionally or unintentionally in my conversations with many nobles."

Vina took a lollipop out of the package and slowly unwrapped it in her hand.

"Although it was quite difficult, I actually found some clues in the end."

As she spoke, Vina popped the lollipop into her mouth and began to sip it little by little.

“Some people have seen people wearing clothes with this symbol on them in areas where infected people live. Even more outrageous, some people say they have seen this symbol in the city hall.”

At this point, Vina and the Undead exchanged a glance.

Needless to say, Vina and the undead already understood the seriousness of the matter.

For immortals, it's not necessarily dangerous, but it's certainly a troublesome matter.

The involvement of infected individuals already distorts the nature of the matter. Adding the city council, or the Victorian government, further shrouds the entire issue in an official shadow.

The authorities want to kill Vina, but they can't kill anyone else?

What was the motive? What were the reasons?

Even immortals can't understand it.

"Why I was assassinated is a complicated matter. It's hard to explain in a short time. But what I don't understand the most is why Mr. Wandering Soul was dragged into this."

Vina spoke up decisively.

“I do have a very deep connection with this country, but what about you, Mr. Wandering Soul?”

“I am the heir of one of the three pillars of Victoria, and a descendant of the leaders of the Aslan people.”

"Vina?"

Hannah couldn't help but remind Vina that it might be inappropriate to tell the Undead so directly.

"It's alright. Mr. Youhun is not an outsider. Even if he has amnesia, I believe he can understand what I did."

Vina shook her head.

"I just want to know, Mr. Wandering Soul, what do you know? Maybe something related to the government, or the inner workings of this country."

Her astonishing trust in the undead was not without reason.

Not only did the Undead provide nearly six months of assistance to the Glasgow Gang, helping them through an extremely difficult period.

They also helped the Glasgow Gang withstand many of the impacts during the night of the infected riots, allowing them to retain a large number of personnel.

Another point is that Vina has always been very concerned about a remark the Undead once made.

Just keep walking towards your dreams, and I'll be waiting for you at the crossroads.

She could sense a deeper meaning in the immortals' words, but she couldn't decipher their significance.