Ark Undead

You can find a place to sit down and rest, and wait for the banquet to end.

Tianhuo hasn't eaten all day, first helping the Undead withstand the attacks of the enthusiastic entrepreneurs.

After taking the undead on another tour of the warlocks, their stomachs were empty, so they naturally went to get something to eat.

Tianhuo went to fetch food, while the Undead simply found a place to sit down and rest.

It seems there's something new going on with Vina; Xisha and Jiaofeng are talking with entrepreneurs.

But before the immortal could rest for long, two figures came to his side.

"Immortal, right?"

The immortal looked up and examined the two figures in front of him.

The man looked to be only in his forties. However, he already had a few gray hairs on his chin, showing signs of premature aging.

Although the woman had a few wrinkles on her face, she still possessed a captivating charm. If she were ten years younger, she would surely be a noblewoman who would make many gentlemen stop in their tracks.

The two stood before the undead, slightly hunched over, their movements showing a mixture of panic and excitement.

On their heads, which weren't wearing hats, were two furry ears.

They also had tails hanging down behind them, making them look like two Felins.

"It's me. And you are?"

The Undying Man felt that these two people who came over were probably not the entrepreneurs who wanted to discuss cooperation.

They looked the undead up and down again, and the woman kept nodding, as if she recognized something.

The man stretched out his hand and spoke to the undead.

“My name is Dio Wilson. This is my wife, Vivian.”

The woman bowed slightly to the undead, seemingly in a gesture of respect.

The immortal nodded.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all."

But he was also a little puzzled because the two men's attitudes were somewhat strange.

I feel like I know him.

"You... know me?"

Because it was strange, the immortal asked directly, as he always did.

Ms. Vivian and Mr. Dior exchanged a glance.

The two took a step back, then bowed together to the undead, placing their hands on their chests in a respectful salute.

"?" The Undead was stunned. Who were these two people in front of him?!

When Dio raised his head, the prematurely aged middle-aged man spoke.

His tone was filled with excitement and gratitude.

"It's been over a year, and I've finally found you!"

Dio took a pocket watch from his chest.

He pressed a button on the pocket watch, and the cover popped open, revealing a photograph that was stuck inside.

“This is our daughter, Melantha, who is also your student.”

Dio handed the pocket watch to the Undead, pointing to the shy, purple-haired girl on it.

“If it weren’t for you fighting your way out of the ranks of the infected a year ago during the riot, helping us get away from danger, my family of three would probably be dead that night.”

"..."

The immortal looked at the family photo on the pocket watch cover.

His gaze was fixed on the girl, staring intently at her.

A strange sense of familiarity welled up from the bottom of his heart and lingered in the Undead's chest.

He knew he had definitely met this girl before, and that they had a very close relationship.

Now, the petite and charming Felin in the photo looks at the Undead with a slight upturn of her lips, revealing a subtle smile.

The immortal remained silent, watching for a long time.

Is this his first disciple?

it's beautiful.

The immortal thought this to himself, and then he looked at it for a long time.

"Little Melantha was injured in that riot and contracted Oripathy."

"But at least we are all still alive. Melanie is very strong. She pulled through the dangerous period of the surgery."

"Later, I used my connections to send her to Rhodes Island, where I heard they had the most advanced technology for treating Oripathy. At least that could delay the onset of Oripathy and reduce the chances of it happening."

When Dio spoke of that time, recalling his daughter's pale face, his lips also lost some color.

When any of those involved recall that day, all they can remember are the houses burned down by the infected mob and the corpses around them.

And the crazed eyes and postures of those infected.

“She told us a lot about you. She said you were very strong and could beat up a lot of bad guys. She also said you never took off your helmet. She said that although you were called the ghost of Victoria, she felt that you had never done a bad thing.”

"Later, she saw you fighting in Kazimir on TV, and that's when she realized you were in Kazimir."

"She asked us to help find you, and to let her know if we hear any news about you."

She also said that if we find you, we must put in a good word for you.

The immortal looked up from his pocket watch.

He looked at the student's father standing in front of him.

"What?"

For some reason, the Undead felt a mixture of anticipation and worry.

Many emotions intertwine, and this unfamiliar feeling has a common name.

concern.

"She said she can now swing the knife 300 times, and she hasn't slacked off for a single day."

She wants to make you happy.

Upon hearing these words, the immortal man's vision blurred.

He seemed to see a thin figure holding a long knife, repeatedly performing a simple downward slash by the campfire.

He sat facing the campfire, wearing rusty armor, without even looking to see if the girl was practicing seriously.

The scene appeared quickly and disappeared just as fast.

The immortal blinked.

Is this feeling of familiarity a fragment of memory?

"In short, everything we have now, and the fact that Xiao Mei is still alive, is all thanks to your help!"

Mr. Wilson lowered his somewhat gray head again to express his gratitude to the knight before him.

He was not giving thanks for his own life.

It was for his daughter, the most beautiful fruit of his love with his wife.

"Thank you so much!"

The immortal did not offer to help him up; he stood there and looked down at the pocket watch in his hand.

The girl in the photo still had that same smile, but it made the Undead feel a pang of guilt.

The disciple has been searching for him for so long, yet Byte is still hesitant to send even a single letter.

What were the feelings of that Felin girl when she wielded the knife?

The immortal cannot know, nor can he comprehend.

Can a teacher who has no disciples still be called a teacher?

The immortal closed the pocket watch in his hand and handed it to Dio.

Mr. Wilson and his wife looked up and took the pocket watch.

"I am not a qualified teacher."

"The immortal said softly."

"Can you tell me about her?"

...

Meanwhile, they were heading to Rhodes Island in the Ursus territory.

A beautiful Felin girl wipes the water droplets off her body with a bath towel.

As the mist rose, a pink hue, brought by the heat, appeared on the purple-haired kitten's skin.

She had finished her training for the day and had just finished cleaning up her body.

Her skin is softer than ever before, and her figure is well-proportioned, which speaks volumes.

Through long-term exercise, her body has completely changed from its previous frail state.

Melanie hung the towel to the side, and was about to grab her clothes and put them on.

But out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the round pendant on the sink.

Melantha took the pendant and gazed at her teacher's gift.

It was this gift that enabled her to escape danger every time she went out on a mission.

When you are exhausted, a warm current will flow from your chest to your limbs and bones, bringing you a burst of strength.

When you are injured and bleeding, a cool shade will cover the wound, and it will heal completely and the scar will disappear in a few days.

Now, on that pattern that looks like a living thing, the flame held in both hands seems to be breathing, shaking the flame at the top.