Ark Undead

Actually, it's just that the immortals are used to it; when they first saw it, even the immortals were stunned.

"That's all for now, boss! I'm heading out!"

Exusiai greeted the Undead with a grin.

"Thank you for treating me to dinner! I'll definitely help you out next time you need me, but you still have to pay for it!"

Texas nodded slightly to the undead as a sign of gratitude.

Under Exusiai's guidance, the croissant next to her also went from being slightly reserved at the beginning to eating freely later.

The Undead, who had been taken advantage of, nodded, completely unconcerned.

"Goodbye."

"Bye-Bye!"

The three of them walked arm in arm back to the company, where they lived in their own rooms.

The Undead then took Kroos to stay at the nearest inn.

As the two entered the hotel, the Undead was looking down and taking out Kroos and his own ID card.

Looking up, I saw a familiar figure.

"Skadi?"

Upon hearing his name called, the white-haired bounty hunter instinctively turned around and glanced back.

A strange woman in armor, accompanied by a blond, silly dog ​​waving excitedly at her.

"Mr. Undying?"

Skadi's previously expressionless face showed a slight ripple.

"What a coincidence."

130. Travelers' Rest

I never expected to meet this beautiful bounty hunter lady here.

The two checked in together at the counter, just like they had done in Kjerag, and asked for two adjacent rooms, with the Undead and Skadi separated by only a wall.

After checking in, the undead, as was his custom, asked for a basin and some firewood. After lighting a campfire in the room, he immediately heard a knock on the door.

The immortal arrived at the door, opened it, and as expected, it was the bounty hunter girl who lived next door.

"I really didn't expect to meet you in Lungmen. Are you also new to Lungmen?"

Skadi went to the campfire and sat down familiarly. Then she let down her hair, which had been tied up behind her back, took off her coat, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Silver-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall. The bounty hunter crossed his legs, swaying back and forth like a child, enjoying the warmth and the intoxicating sense of security that washed over him.

During her time traveling alone, Skadi also tried lighting a campfire at night.

But no matter what she did, she couldn't keep the flame stable.

Either the firewood burns out without you noticing, or you add too much firewood at once, causing the fire to extinguish and shrink.

In short, his control over the campfire is not as good as Undying's. It's as precise as instinct; he knows when to add which type of firewood just by listening to the sounds or calculating the time in his mind.

This is indeed a bit difficult for Skadi; ​​she might as well just raise her sword and chop someone down.

So they eventually gave up on the idea of ​​lighting a campfire.

Even today, having just arrived at Lungmen, I encountered the Undead and rediscovered the allure of the campfire.

"I just arrived in Longmen today."

Seeing the beautiful girl who had fought alongside him, the Undead was quite pleased. He went to the campfire and watched as the well-fed Kroos went to the bathroom to wash herself.

"Remember to brush your teeth."

"Oh!"

Kroos responded loudly, then closed the bathroom door.

Kroos used to forget to close the door, until the Undead grabbed the doorknob and tapped Kroos on the head, telling her to remember to close the door, and personally watched her repeat the step three times before he relaxed his clenched fist.

The next morning, the gauntlet that the Undead had given to Kroos to sleep on had several very deep teeth marks on it.

Turning his gaze back to Skadi, the Undead asked softly.

"How have you been lately?"

"It's alright, at least those annoying guys haven't shown up again. I haven't heard the sounds of home since the day you and I took care of them."

Skadi spoke of this with a relaxed expression, a stark contrast to her previous silence, which made her seem much more cheerful.

Her red pupils glanced at the undead, then turned back.

"Your sword has acquired a certain flavor, and also many scratches."

She took the sword from her back, placed it in front of her, and began to speak.

"You've been through many battles, haven't you?"

"the same as you."

The Undead looked meaningfully at the blade of the longsword in Skadi's hand.

Although he couldn't see any signs of battle on it, the color of the sword had become increasingly deep, and the reflective layer on its surface had dimmed.

Without a doubt, this sword is a fine sword. Although the Undead have never touched it, they can deduce how many battles Skadi has experienced simply by looking at the residual aura of the things it has cut.

"After leaving Shelag, I went to Kazimierz and met some strange guys there."

When Skadi saw the Undead, she was reminded of what she had seen and heard in Kazimierz.

After all, the man before them was the renowned War Knight of Kazimierz.

"In order to gather information, I visited many nobles in Kazimierz and also met the young knights of the Nearl family."

Skadi said this with a pointed remark.

"She seemed cheerful and agile, so I invited her to spar with me. Although she lost quickly, I could see some things in her."

Upon hearing Skadi mention her disciple, the Undead couldn't help but take it to heart.

"You and she had a fight?"

"The immortal asked curiously."

What do you think of her?

"He will be a good knight, after all, he is your disciple."

Skadi recalled her match against Maria, and a hint of admiration unconsciously appeared in her eyes.

"Her basics are very good, and her stance for both defense and offense is very stable. If it weren't for my greater strength, I probably wouldn't have been able to break through her right-hand defense with just skill."

Skadi's words were quite modest. The Undead had witnessed Skadi's sword dance, and the sheer power of it was enough to rival their own.

The outcome of that battle was revealed simply by the phrase "they were stronger."

"Were... crushed to death?"

The immortal asked, guessing.

"Yes."

Skadi nodded and readily admitted it.

"Although her skills and physical condition are very good, she is using a one-handed longsword after all, and she lacks strength. I only need to slash down one sword at a time, and her arm will not be able to withstand the numbness brought by the continuous impact."

At this point, Skadi looked at the Undead beside her.

"Didn't you teach her how to use the shield?"

"I told her that if she hadn't practiced using a sword in her right hand, she wasn't allowed to use a shield."

The Undead nodded, acknowledging that it was his guidance.

"She used Originium Arts?"

"No, she was simply fighting me with her martial arts skills and agility, intentionally honing her skills. It's a pity though, though. If she had used her shield to block and defend, she might have lasted longer, and I would have seen a more complete version of her techniques."

At this point, Skadi smiled slightly.

"This little girl has a tenacious spirit that refuses to give up. I don't know if it's because of you or her sister's influence. But for a sword and shield knight, it's a good thing."

The immortal nodded with satisfaction, a hint of emotion in his voice.

His disciples all seemed to be good kids.

Melantha, whom I have never met, persists in practicing swordsmanship and even actively raises the goals she has set for herself.

Maria, who yearns for the way of chivalry, never gave up on her ideals and honed herself day after day by following her teacher's requirements.

The genius sorcerer Tianhuo, who was in Victoria, was able to master the most basic spells in a very short time, and was full of passion for fire.

If they could meet one day, it would be a truly wonderful scene.

How far can the skills of the Flame Generation be passed down through the sparks generated by these disciples coming together?

The immortal suddenly felt a sense of anticipation for this day.

"Just now, you mentioned Maria, your sister."

The Undead astutely grasped the key point in Skadi's words.

"Have you met her sister?"

"I've met you."

Skadi nodded, remembering the female knight who resembled an undead.

"She's a bit like you. Neither of you likes to talk."

Skadi was serious; she genuinely felt that Maria's sister was very similar to the undead, though there were also differences.

"But now she is more like a shield, putting away her heavy hammer and becoming a protective umbrella for her companions."

“You are different. You have always been a sword, a sword whose edge is invisible, yet which can easily cut through everything.”

This is Skadi's own feeling.