Ark Undead

"Very famous?"

The immortal asked instinctively.

Texas took a deep breath; she seemed to have underestimated how detached this boss was from worldly affairs.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. The undead seem to have no interest in anything; they simply communicate with people and use it as a pastime.

"Sora is an idol."

Texas tried to explain to the undead.

"She's the kind of idol who makes a living by singing and promotes her personal image. She has a lot of fans and often goes on tours throughout Terra. So if you run into her outside, she's usually either training or performing, or on her way to training or performing."

"Oh."

The Undead nodded. He didn't actually understand what an idol was, but that didn't stop him from grasping the key points.

They're very busy, so don't bother them easily.

Texas was somewhat slow to realize this.

She suddenly realized that standing in front of her was the champion of the triennial Kazimierz Grand Knights' Tournament, a titled knight, the Undying War Knight.

This person is also a heavyweight, no less popular than Kong.

Especially because he is a War Knight, the Undead has now become the protagonist of the entire Terra drama script and the dream lover of many girls.

Texas and Exusiai went to see it once a while ago.

All I can say is that upon seeing the immortals, those images vanished instantly.

He's just a quiet, middle-aged man, nothing special.

Lost in thought, Texas pushed open the door to her boss's room.

"Go in."

Texas stood in the doorway and gestured for people to come inside.

After the Undead and Ceobe had gone inside, Texas entered the boss's room and closed the door.

The Undead stood at the doorway. He noticed a large table next to the French windows, with a swivel chair behind it facing away from him, so he couldn't see who was sitting in it.

"Distinguished guests of Kalan Trade, um—come here, sign this form, and you can take your goods and leave!"

A steady voice came from behind the swivel chair.

He should be a mature, middle-aged man.

The undead took two steps forward, and the sound of his armor clanging as he moved caught the boss's attention.

"Roar... So he's a knight from Kazimierz."

The boss seemed to have taken an interest in the undead. The swivel chair slowly turned around, and the undead saw the person sitting in the swivel chair.

When he saw the mysterious BOSS in person, the Undead was stunned.

The pen that was in his hand fell to the ground instantly.

"Yes, I know my handsomeness is extraordinary, but you don't need to be so nervous."

The boss stretched out his hand and pushed up the bridge of his nose... well, it should be his glasses.

Before the Undead could speak, Kroos behind him widened his eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

"The big bird spoke!"

"What big bird! I'm a penguin! A penguin!!"

As he spoke, the boss stretched out his hand, which seemed to have no fingers, and slammed it heavily on the table.

"Whose child is this? How dare you be so rude! It's an honor to meet the Emperor! How about an autograph?"

That's right, the boss of Penguin Logistics, the man hiding behind the scenes, is indeed a penguin.

The immortal's thoughts instantly diverged.

Is the owner of Rhodes Island... a mule?

"A partner of the Karan Trade, let me think. The fact that the cheetah from the snowy realm would treat you like this suggests that you are not of low status."

The penguin who called himself emperor narrowed his eyes and began to speak.

"Welcome to Lungmen, Mr. War Knight."

"Thank you."

The immortal calmly picked up the pen that had fallen on the table, then lowered his head to sign it.

Although it's strange that penguins can talk, the Undead doesn't find it surprising anymore.

After all, this is a world after the Age of Fire, and anything can happen.

"Hey! Isn't your reaction a bit too bland?! Shouldn't you be rushing over, hugging my leg, and crying and shouting, 'Mr. Emperor, I'm your fan! Can you give me an autograph?!' or something like that?!"

As the emperor spoke, he slammed his hand on the table, causing the immortal's signature to become crooked and distorted.

He seems to care a lot about his reputation.

After signing, the Undead turned to Texas and asked.

"Very famous?"

Texas opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

I suppose this immortal man doesn't even know what rap is?

The emperor was so angry that his beak almost twisted, and he nearly rushed over to grab the immortal man by the neck.

But he was pinned to the table by another figure who rushed in from the doorway.

"Haha... Sorry boss, I spent a little time organizing Croissant's files, so I'm late!"

Exusiai grinned broadly, pressing her right hand against the Emperor's head to stop it from rushing over and inflicting violence on the Undead.

"Our boss doesn't want to lose to you in terms of popularity. Please be magnanimous and don't take it too seriously!"

Texas sighed. Penguin Logistics was great in every way, except for having a rather unreliable boss.

The emperor twisted his obese body on the table, muttering something like "salary" and "year-end bonus."

Upon hearing this, Exusiai quickly released the Emperor, picked him up from the table, and respectfully placed him on a chair, beginning to soothe her boss.

In order to keep their salary and year-end bonus.

Kroos and the Undead watched from the sidelines.

After seeing the emperor's overall appearance, Kerber was somewhat stunned.

Tears of emotion streamed down his face.

The Undead noticed Kroos's condition, and he lowered his head and whispered something in Kroos's ear.

"You can't eat it."

"Oh."

The blond, silly dog ​​wiped his drool, glanced at the emperor with some disappointment, and then looked away.

Exusiai spent a long time managing to keep her salary and year-end bonus, then looked up and glanced at the Undead with a slightly apologetic expression.

"Hey boss, are you free? How about we grab a drink later?"

Exusiai extended an invitation to the immortals.

The emperor, who was initially somewhat agitated, calmed down instantly upon hearing Exusiai's words.

He looked up curiously at the Angel who had extended the invitation, then glanced at the Undead on the other side.

This warrior knight is no ordinary person.

128. Ceobe's Illness

"cheers!"

boom!

Several glasses clinked together, and people retrieved their glasses while they were still in the air, then drank the wine in one gulp.

"what!"

Exusiai finished the liquid in her cup and sighed.

"That felt so good!"

"Hey A-Neng, why do you drink juice like it's alcohol?"

Croissant, the horned woman, patted Ah Neng on the shoulder.

"I've never seen you this agreeable before. What, did you get a raise?"

"Hehe, since someone else is treating, of course we should eat and drink to our hearts' content!"

Exusiai gave a thumbs up and flashed a hearty smile.

"How can we let the boss, who's treating us, feel unhappy about such a rare opportunity to get something for free! Right, boss?"

The undead held a glass of wine in his hand, but didn't drink it, and didn't even take off his helmet.

He simply nodded indifferently, and then spoke.

"Yes."

Tonight's dinner is being paid for by the non-dead man.

Originally, the Undead were supposed to find food for Kroos after submitting the order.

The bag of food that had been carried along the way was already eaten by Kroos when they were halfway there.

Other things are hard to say, but when it comes to cooking, Kroos is definitely a professional.

Just now, when we were at Penguin Logistics, Kroos was so hungry that his mouth watered when he saw the Emperor's enormous body.

The Undead noticed this and simply accepted Exusiai's invitation, inviting everyone to join them.

This was a good opportunity to thank Exusiai and Texas for keeping him company and helping him pass the time.