Ark Undead

If the Undead hadn't accepted SilverAsh's request, he wouldn't have been given the Dragon Head Stone by SilverAsh, and he naturally wouldn't have known that Victoria was hiding the secret of the Ancient Dragon.

The same principle applies here; the immortals, who once stood at the pinnacle of power, felt this deeply.

Lost in thought, the man didn't even notice someone approaching from behind.

It's Vina.

"Mr. Wandering Soul".

Vina took the initiative to come over and sit down next to the Undead. She acted naturally and handed the Undead another glass of wine she was holding.

"We found something."

Vina's words made the undead raise their heads and look at her.

Did you find something? What is it?

"Our informants spotted a group of guys coming out of the lower city."

Vina spoke softly, tapping the table with her right index finger, a faint smile on her face.

It was as if the two were just having a casual chat.

"They weren't wearing masks, but they came from the same location we found."

As Vina spoke, she took a sip of her drink.

"Would you like to go take a look?"

"when."

The Undead asked in a low voice, taking the wine glass from Vina's hand.

"Tonight."

Vina's eyes were bright; she was fully prepared.

"If they want to make a move, then we'll make a move too. Let's take advantage of their idea and act together!"

"can."

The immortal nodded.

"How to do it?"

Vina smiled and held out her wine glass in her right hand.

The immortal also extended his glass and clinked it with Vina's.

"Adapt to changing circumstances."

After finishing her drink, Vina stared at the Undead and spoke.

"I have plans."

...

Back to the present, the immortal is still sitting in the vehicle, about to enter the infected population area.

Butz, who was standing next to him, was still telling the Undead what had just happened.

“My assistant is a member of the council. I don’t know which lord he is, but he frequents the city hall.”

"Why would a police assistant go to City Hall so often, and stay for several tens of minutes at a time?"

"Moreover, he often tried to guide my thoughts, and with some strange little details, anyone could tell that something was wrong with him."

As Boots spoke, he looked out the window at the night view.

Despite being close to areas where infected individuals congregate, Booth is not nervous.

He was also infected, but because his records were well-maintained, no one had noticed yet.

“This afternoon he voluntarily switched his shift with another policeman, and I immediately felt something was amiss. Today is the day of that banquet, so I also switched my shift with the senior policeman who was on duty tonight.”

Boots smiled.

“If it had been my colleague who handled you, you might have been detained for two or three days before being dealt with. Fortunately, it was me who arrested you today. When I received the dispatch request, I felt something was wrong, so I communicated with my second sister in advance. She clearly told me that I had to find a way to get you out.”

"You mean, someone wants to control me?"

"The immortal asked in confusion."

"Why today?"

"I don't know, but we'll find out soon enough."

Boots shook his head and said.

"Morgan's side... ah, that's our second sister. She's been trying to gather information in the settlement lately, while the eldest brother is active in the upper city and has also gotten some information from councilors and nobles."

"I heard that a new policy will be issued the day after tomorrow, which is about the places where infected people live in clusters."

"Morgan also found some clues in the settlement area; the number of infected people here has been inexplicably decreasing recently. But since there are infected people, no one pays attention. So it was left unresolved."

A glint of light flashed in Boots' eyes.

"However, the final result surprised us greatly. The places where the infected people were last found were mostly the same locations as the organization's base where the leader was assassinated."

"Hmm...go on."

The Undead thought for a moment and then let Boots continue speaking.

“We suspect this may be related to the previous riots involving infected individuals. Last time, countless infected individuals suddenly appeared, sparking riots throughout the Lower City and parts of the Upper City.”

"You mean, the infected people, the riots, were all man-made?"

"That's right, that's our conclusion."

At this point, Boots sat up straight and stopped looking back at the Undead.

The survivors also saw a beam of light through the windshield of the vehicle.

It looks like we've arrived at the border.

Sure enough, half a minute later, the vehicle stopped at the checkpoint, and someone knocked on the passenger window.

Boots rolled down the car window and showed his identification.

"I am a senior police officer from the Londinium Police Department, escorting an infected prisoner. Please allow passage!"

Boots had a serious expression, looking every bit the professional police officer.

The security personnel at the checkpoint glanced back and saw the Undead man with handcuffs in his hands, then glanced at Boots' badge.

After noting Boots' siren number, he waved and let Boots and his three cars enter the infected community.

After the vehicle had traveled a further distance, Boots spoke again.

"We're almost there."

Boots glanced at the two cars behind him in the rearview mirror, then picked up a landline phone from the side, adjusted the call channel, and spoke.

"Big sister, what's the next step?"

"Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Boots' body tensed slightly.

The Undead noticed Boots' predicament and spoke up.

Are you nervous?

"Hmm... a little."

Boots smiled, but the smile on his face was stiff.

"How should I put it? Although I am also infected, I have never been to an area where infected people live."

He looked at the car; the lights were dim, and there were trash bags lying everywhere on the road outside, unlike the clean and tidy Lentinium.

"I don't know what kind of place this is. But so far, no one has come out of the infected settlement. Well... except for spies from various factions."

Boots took another deep breath and said.

"Although this area did come into being because of the infected riots, it used to be part of the downtown area. It was the part that served as the main living area for the infected."

"They are sensitive and emotional, and they might start a fight after just a few words. But they are also timid and fearful of everything."

Boots shook his head.

"Although I am infected, I have been hanging out with my eldest sister and the others for a long time, and that's when I became infected. My eldest and second eldest sisters are very good to me, and the eldest sister doesn't care about our identities. She often drinks and chats with us."

“I don’t think infected people should be locked up here. But there’s nothing I can do. I can’t even guarantee that infected people won’t riot again.”

"Sometimes I really feel that infected people are no different from ordinary civilians. Don't they all just want to live a good life? But why does this kind of thing have to happen?"

"If one day I also choose to riot because my life and rights are threatened, will I be right or wrong?"

The Undead fell silent.

He couldn't answer Boots' question.

In fact, Kazimierz has set a great example in this regard.

After the Undead left, Casimir announced that Infected individuals would be allowed to participate in the Major, meaning that Infected individuals could now openly participate in national events.

This brought more manpower to Kazimierz and injected fresh blood into the Cavaliers' competition to some extent.

It even alleviated some of the tensions between infected individuals and civilians.

But Victoria...

Despite the country's apparent elegance and nobility, the undead in Londinium felt only oppression in their lives.

It's not even as open as Kazimir's policies.

Why? Is it simply because the royalists haven't yet taken control of the palace, and the parliament can't come up with effective measures?

The Undead think it's not like that.

If what Boots said is true, and someone is indeed deliberately instigating the infected to riot, then perhaps the only way to find out is to confront that mastermind directly.

Before that, the immortals could only use their own eyes to see and feel.

And tonight is an opportunity.

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