Ark Undead

dong dong dong.

Just as Tianhuo was tidying up her handbag, there was a knock on her door.

"coming!"

Standing up from the sofa, Tianhuo tidied his hair again.

At this time, only one person will come to your home.

He hurried to the door and Tianhuo opened it.

"Mr. Undying? Tonight..."

Tianhuo knew the Undead were immortals, but when she opened the door and her eyes met theirs, she couldn't help but hold her breath.

They weren't particularly dazzling; on the contrary, the Undead were far too ordinary.

The coat I wore to work before was fine; its slightly loose design made the immortal's body look less frail.

The suit was indeed made to fit the body perfectly, and it looked just right when worn.

But his body was completely different from what Tianhuo remembered.

The hair beneath his top hat was as slender as his body.

The body that was originally able to support the armor became so thin and weak after the armor was removed.

If people were to see this, probably no one would associate the thin man in front of them with the man in armor.

How did he manage to support such a heavy suit of armor and a giant sword with his body?

"Mr. Undying?"

Tianhuo asked instinctively, and she actually began to doubt whether the person in front of her was truly immortal.

"it's me."

It wasn't until the familiar voice appeared that Tianhuo realized that the thin person in front of him was the sorcerer who was proficient in fire.

The Undead removed his top hat, but his face still wore the silver mask that he had specially commissioned to be made.

"A banquet, is it alright? Can we wear masks?"

Tianhuo carefully examined the undead.

Actually, after overturning the previous preconceived notions, the image of the immortal is not bad.

This tall and slender figure was vastly different from those middle-aged nobles who had become obese.

Although it still feels a bit out of place.

"Of course you can, in fact you look better with the mask on."

Tianhuo smiled slightly, sensing a hint of restraint in the Undead's words.

It seems that Mr. Immortal isn't always so confident.

"Really? Thank you."

The Undead nodded, and he tried to put the top hat back on his head.

But it was stopped by heavenly fire.

"and many more."

The Undead stopped what he was doing.

Tianhuo walked up, took the top hat from the Undead, and placed it on the shoe cabinet next to him.

Then, she stretched out her hands.

"Don't you have an iron? The clothes are made of high-quality materials, but they look all wrinkled because they're not ironed properly."

Skyfire grabbed the Undead by the collar, extended his right hand adorned with a ring, and gently pressed and stroked the Undead's clothes.

The clothes, which were originally slightly wrinkled, became soft under the high temperature.

With her slender, delicate fingers, Tianhuo smoothed out the wrinkles in the Undead's outer garment.

He then reached for the immortal's neck and untied his own haphazardly tied tie.

"And a tie? If you don't know how to tie one, just bring it over and I'll tie it for you. Why are you handling it all by yourself?"

A slightly reproachful tone emerged from Tianhuo's words.

"Lower your head."

The Undead obediently lowered his head, letting Skyfire's hand wrap around the back of his head, then took the tie with both hands and helped the Undead tie it.

The warm fingers touched the undead's skin, bringing him some warmth.

Feeling the cold touch of the Undead, Tianhuo subconsciously looked at the exposed skin on his neck.

The bark was as dry as an old tree, and there were faint scars extending from under the clothes.

Skyfire paused slightly while tying the tie, but quickly resumed tucking the tie under the Undead's collar.

"Are you done?"

The immortal asked, trying to pick up a top hat from the shoe cabinet next to him.

He is not good at interacting with people, especially when someone puts their hand on his neck.

This made him feel very insecure, as if his throat would be slashed by fingernails at any moment.

"Wait a little longer, sit down."

Tianhuo pointed to the bench next to the shoe cabinet, which was convenient for putting on and taking off shoes.

"Your hair is too loose, haven't you ever thought about tying it up? You're like this when you wear armor too?"

As he spoke, Tianhuo pulled out another cabinet from the shoe cabinet and took out a black hair tie from it.

"..."

The immortal paused for a moment, then spoke.

"For armor, just put on the helmet. The helmet will hold down your hair."

"That would be so uncomfortable! If you sweat, your hair will stick to your face and neck!"

"Fortunately."

The Immortals Theory.

"I hardly sweat."

As they talked, Tianhuo used his hand to tidy up the Undead's hair, and then used a hairband to tie it up.

The naturally curly black hair was tied behind the head by the Heavenly Fire. It wasn't long; even when tied, the hair barely reached the back of the Undead's neck.

In this way, when you put on a top hat, you get a touch of artist's air.

"That's good. Stand up so I can see?"

The Undead obediently stood up and faced the heavenly fire.

He glanced down at his clothes, which did look much better after Tianhuo had straightened them.

"Although the shirt inside should also be ironed, there's no time now, we have to leave immediately. I'll take care of it for you later when I have time."

Tianhuo glanced at the time again, then quickly returned to his room, took out his small bag, and handed it to the Undead.

"Please hold this for me, I'm going to get the car!"

"Ah."

The Undead took the small bag from Tianhuo's hand. After thinking for a moment, he finally spoke.

"Thank you."

"Hmm...it's nothing. After all, you're my assistant. If people laugh at me because of my outfit, it will affect me too!"

Tianhuo lowered his head slightly, as if in a panic, and went back into the room to get the car keys.

As the Undead watched Skyfire head towards the garage, he glanced down at the small bag in his hand.

She felt that her attire didn't suit her role as her assistant.

Is it just my imagination?

The interaction just now was just a minor incident. After Skyfire drove the car out of the garage, she rolled down the window and let the Undead get in.

The immortal pulled open the passenger seat and got in the car.

The vehicle headed towards the bustling downtown area of ​​the upper district.

The Upper Town and Lower Town are worlds apart at night.

When the Undead went out, it was already close to dusk, and by then the people in the lower city had already begun to pack up and rest.

But in the Upper East Side, the nightlife is just beginning.

Colorful neon lights intertwine with steel, rising and melting into dazzling diamonds. Meanwhile, the old Victorian houses are harmoniously interspersed among modern facilities, becoming decorations for the entire city along with countless figures.

As the largest city in Victoria, Lentinium naturally has its own unique charm.

This collision between traditional culture and modern facilities is like a scene from a video game.

The Undead sat in the passenger seat, looking out at the night.

This was completely different from the night he remembered; it was too noisy and didn't resemble nighttime at all.

In this modern metropolis, the Undead experienced a long-lost sense of entertainment and prosperity similar to that of Casimir.

Lentinium is so reserved by day, but by night it's like a woman who has taken off her suit to reveal a daring outfit, passionately enjoying the nightlife.

"Aren't you used to it?"

Tianhu saw what the Undead looked like and asked a question.

"Yes, a little."

The Undead nodded; he saw an advertisement playing on a sign.

It seems to be some kind of theater troupe, and the name of the play they're currently showing is...

"My One-Day Date with the War Knight"?