Ark Undead

The Undead pushed open the car door, pulled the somewhat timid Kroos along, and followed the policeman.

The police officer led the way, not even bothering to say a word to the Undead.

They went up the stairs next to the city gate, and after reaching the second floor, they led people to one of the doors.

"You two together?"

"Yes."

The immortal nodded.

The police officer pushed the door open and pointed to the room inside.

"Go inside. Someone will tell you what to do. If all goes well, it will be resolved in a few minutes."

After saying that, the police officer stood still and waited for the Undead to come out.

The Undead led Kroos inside and sat down in the chair or bench next to the table.

Another policeman sat across the table. He had an Asian face and a horn on his head, so he seemed to be an Eastern demon.

When the policeman saw the two men enter, he immediately handed a piece of paper to both Kroos and the Undead.

"First, fill out your basic information. Then I'll take your photo in a bit. If there are no problems after I review it, then it's approved."

So, under the guidance of the immortal, the two confused individuals, one big and one small, began filling out the forms in front of them.

Exusiai and Texas were still waiting outside when another policeman walked over, greeted Exusiai, and then waved to Texas.

"Two ladies from Penguin Logistics? Did you just come back from a mission?"

"Yes, the people who brought us were inside taking notes, so we had to wait outside."

As Exusiai was greeting the young man, Texas, who was next to her, took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, opened the car door, and lit one.

She also waved the cigarette pack in her hand at the policeman over there.

The police officer quickly shook his head.

"No, no, I'm still at work, it's not appropriate to smoke right now."

Texas nodded and tucked the cigarette case into his chest.

"Is it your group's turn to be on duty today? Why are all the police officers I've managed to get to know here?"

Exusiai looked around and found that almost everyone there was someone she knew, so she asked out of curiosity.

"What happened? Did Inspector Chen give us a hard time?"

"Ha, Miss Exusiai, don't talk nonsense. Why would Inspector Chen give us a hard time? It's just a job change at the police station. We're on temporary shifts for two days, and then we'll be sent back."

The policeman smiled and was about to ask something when a loud noise suddenly came from the building behind him, drawing everyone's attention.

But after waiting for a long time, nothing unusual happened, and no one came out.

The police officer leaning against the car immediately reached for the stun gun on his right leg, his expression turning serious.

"Don't move, I'm going in to take a look."

Exusiai knew something was wrong. The moment the Undead went in, there was a noise. Could it be that those two idiots were making a ruckus inside?

Without thinking twice, he pulled out his guard gun and rushed up to the second floor with the policeman.

Texas remained calm. She took one last drag of her cigarette, stomped it out on the ground, threw it into the nearby trash can, then pulled out two sword hilts from her person, held them in her hands, and followed.

The three of them crept up from the first floor, and when they reached the door, they discovered that the second floor was already packed with people.

In the middle of the crowd, there was a figure a head taller than everyone else, desperately protecting his head.

"What's going on? Get out of my way!"

The police officer, who had been communicating with Exusiai in a friendly manner, suddenly shouted, ordering his colleagues, who were surrounded by people, to move aside.

The figures in the crowd gradually came into view: a tall figure wearing armor, and a blonde girl trembling while clutching the armor.

"Immortal?"

Exusiai paused for a moment.

No way, the boss really did get into trouble!?

Suddenly, Exusiai's heart was filled with worry, and she didn't know what to do.

"Someone you know?"

The policeman, who was about to go up and speak, heard Exusiai's words behind him, turned around, and asked Exusiai and Texas.

"The goods we're escorting this time also belong to the boss. To put it bluntly, it's like an express train."

At this moment, Texas took the initiative to speak.

"He has a rather eccentric personality and may be a little offensive, so please don't take it too seriously."

The policeman nodded. Since there was a way to hire these two top talents from Penguin Logistics, he had a plan in mind and knew how to negotiate with them.

The policeman stepped forward, glared at his colleague, and began to inquire about the situation.

After he finished listening, he was completely stunned.

"This is the first time I've heard of someone taking a passport photo without taking off their helmet."

The police officer glanced back at Exusiai and Texas, somewhat speechless.

This boss is obviously from Kazimierz; only knights from that region would wear such armor in their daily lives.

While it's a personal right to choose what to wear, when taking ID photos, you definitely have to show your face. What's there to say?

Exusiai smiled awkwardly, somewhat embarrassed. But without the immortals' permission, she couldn't very well tell the police what the immortals' identities were.

Moreover, after spending more than a month with the undead, Exusiai and Texas still haven't seen the undead's face. How could they possibly persuade the undead to take off their helmets?

"Boss, it's not just because he doesn't take off his helmet..."

The policeman over there stammered, whispered something in the police chief's ear, and then stepped back two paces.

The police chief looked up, and his eyes suddenly became fervent.

But it's working hours now, so it's not appropriate to do anything else.

“Um…sir, do you have any other identification documents? Any documents from multinational associations or certificates from large companies can prove your identity. We just need to access their identity records.”

The Undead carefully lowered his hands from his helmet.

While I was arguing with the prosecutor about the photos, the giant sword I was carrying on my back accidentally fell to the ground, and the sound attracted a lot of police officers.

They all initially thought it was fake, a prop, but they never imagined it was real.

Upon seeing the words "Undead" on the identity document submitted by the Undead, a policeman who enjoyed surfing the internet or watching plays immediately recognized him as a warrior knight from Kazimierz.

Then all the police officers became curious about what kind of face was under that helmet.

So everyone gathered around them, surrounding the two, explaining the rules to the undead while trying to help them remove their helmets.

Since the immortals couldn't possibly cause trouble here, they had no choice but to hug their helmets to protect themselves.

How could he possibly take off his helmet?

The Undead never takes off his helmet!

Kroos, standing nearby, was also terrified and clung to the Undead, refusing to let go, even though no one cared about her at all.

After recovering, the undead lifted his outermost gray-white cloak and took out a card from a gap in his armor.

"This is the Warlock's Guild ID card. Is this acceptable?"

"Of course, the Warlocks' Guild is an option!"

The police officer took the certificate from the immortal man and spoke to him with a smile.

"Please wait here for a moment, and we will bring you the processed Longmen ID card in a short while!"

With that, he walked away from the bewildered undead.

Before leaving, he even gestured for the police officers who had surrounded him to move aside.

"Get out of here! Go back to your workplaces, and stop causing trouble. Don't make me report you to Inspector Chen!"

Immediately, the police scattered like birds and beasts, leaving only the four immortals behind.

"them..."

The Undead paused for a moment, then went to Exusiai's side and whispered.

"Taking photos of your ID card and other documents, and you absolutely have to take off your helmet?"

"emmm."

Exusiai didn't know what to say either; perhaps the identification documents the Undead had encountered before didn't have such rules.

"It is generally assumed that identification documents must show the face."

Exusiai also quietly supplemented the Undead with knowledge points.

"You've never had a passport photo taken before? Then where did you get this certificate from the Sorcerer's Guild?"

"Kalan Trade helped me with this."

Exusiai immediately rolled her eyes.

Good grief, they're not on the same wavelength!

Not long after, the policeman came over with three cards and handed them to the Undead.

"This is your identification, this is the warlock's identification, and this is this blonde lady's identification."

The immortal took the three certificates and put them in his arms.

If I give it to Kroos, she might lose it; it's better to keep it for her myself.

"Thank you."

The immortal nodded his thanks to the police.

"You're welcome! It's all I should do!"

The policeman chuckled, patted his chest, and then coughed lightly.

"Um... Mr. Undead, could I take a picture with you? Don't worry, it won't take up much of your time!"