Ark Undead

But some bold officers still spoke up.

"Inspector Chen! We're off work!"

Chen spent a few seconds tidying up the scene. She looked up at the clock on the wall, then turned to the Undead with a smile and said.

"The overtime is over, it's time to go home. What they do is their business, it's none of my concern."

After saying that, Chen went to his seat, picked up his small bag, and took a sip of water from his cup.

Then he gave the undead a hearty smile.

"Good luck, Mr. Knight. Remember to leave me an autograph too."

Only helpless immortals remain, overwhelmed by paper and pen.

Chen was in a great mood as she left, and she completely forgot about the words the Undead had used to stab her.

Kroos saw the police officers feeding him nearby, so he didn't stop them.

Hey, the food is delicious.

Skadi smiled as she looked at the undead who was completely reserved.

So even he has moments when he can't handle things.

I need to leave the leave request; I'll put it aside for now.

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133. Men, women, children

By the time the Undead emerged from the Guard Bureau, it was nearly midnight.

The Undying Man remained silent, like a wronged young wife, walking alone at the very back, head down, contemplating life.

For the first time, he realized the impact of his identity on him, and that it had this unexpected side.

It's quite novel. Is this a special kind of attention that this era pays to famous people?

Did you leave an autograph for Officer Chen?

Skadi suddenly remembered something and turned around to ask the Undead.

"I kept it."

The Undead nodded, he said.

"Her colleague put the autograph on her desk."

"That's good. Officer Chen can be very meticulous at times, but she's definitely a responsible and good police officer. If you build a good relationship with her, you'll definitely reap more benefits."

Skadi smiled, then turned back, humming something softly, and walked back to the inn in a quiet and leisurely manner.

It's been a long time since I've seen Skadi. She seems like a completely different person. She smiled more often today than she did during the few days they spent together after they met in Sherag.

Skadi's voice is beautiful, clear and elegant, with a sense of tranquility and serenity like a calm sea.

The immortals couldn't understand what she was singing, but it seemed to be a somewhat melancholic song.

Kroos followed behind the Undead, also walking slowly with his head down.

Unlike Skadi, Kroos simply gets sleepy after eating and follows the Undead, her head drooping, and she might fall asleep on the street at any moment.

"Undying Stun".

Kroos called out to the Undead, who turned to look.

The blonde, silly dog ​​squinted, looking somewhat bewildered. She reached out and grabbed one of the immortal's hands.

"Keopatra, so sleepy. Pull me along... I don't want to watch where I'm going."

Her voice grew softer and softer; she almost fell asleep right there in the street.

The Undead simply picked up Kroos and carried him on his shoulder.

The armor on the undead's shoulders was still quite smooth, and Kroos, lying on top of it, didn't feel particularly uncomfortable.

Sleepiness came over him, and the blond idiot actually fell asleep on the immortal's shoulder!

“Zzzzzzzzzzzzz…”

The snoring sound came from Kroos's mouth. With each step the Undead took, the sound trembled and became a broken snoring sound.

Skadi, who was in front, heard the sound and couldn't help but turn around to look. She couldn't help but chuckle.

Her slightly melancholy eyebrows curved down, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, outlining a halo under the moonlight.

Unfortunately, the man standing in front of her was completely oblivious to romance.

"?" The Undead glanced at Skadi, wondering what she was laughing at.

Skadi didn't pay any attention, slowed her pace slightly, and waited for the Undead to catch up. The two walked side by side on Lungmen Street, which was almost entirely closed.

Skadi had never been so relaxed, strolling casually down the street with someone.

This was a very novel experience for her.

For Skadi, aligning her steps with the other's was something she was doing for the first time.

Like a child, she tried to make her steps as wide as the steps of the immortals, and tried to make them both step out with their left feet and walk side by side.

Unfortunately, she failed. The Undead was much taller than her, and with each step, it was much wider than Skadi's.

Moreover, the Undead seemed to be in a great hurry, and he had no intention of slowing down.

This meant that if Skadi wanted to keep pace with the Undead, she had to take exaggerated steps, almost tearing her hips.

Skadi frowned, abandoned the idea of ​​aligning her steps, and turned to glare at the Undead with resentment.

"?" The Undead had no idea what Skadi was doing. Why did it feel like she had a problem with him?

No one spoke; they walked silently for several tens of minutes until they finally returned to the hotel.

The first thing the Undead did upon returning to the inn was to throw Kroos onto the bed and let her sleep by herself.

He himself picked up a piece of firewood from the side and threw it into the campfire in front of him.

The Undead breathed a sigh of relief as the campfire, which was almost extinguished, gradually reignited.

This is the thing that makes people feel safest. I really don't understand why that police officer Long would say this thing is dangerous.

I just can't figure it out. (Brothers, please be careful and don't light open flames indoors! Safety first!)

Skadi followed the Undead to his room.

The deep-sea hunter leaned against the wall, just like before in Sherag, holding her greatsword.

The immortal didn't ask her why she stayed with him; they were all friends, it wasn't a big deal.

The two maintained a wonderful tacit understanding, one resting against the wall, the other sitting in front of the campfire thinking.

The immortal was still recalling the information Officer Chen had told him that day.

If Yan Guolong and Victoria's Drake really had no connection whatsoever, then Officer Chen wouldn't have reacted this way.

Therefore, there must have been a reason why Officer Chen introduced him to that ruler named Wei Yanwu. As for what that reason was, only meeting that ruler would reveal the answer.

The thing the Undying Man hopes for most right now is that Mr. Wei Yanwu can keep the trail of the Undying Man alive.

The next morning, Skadi raised her head and subconsciously changed her position. When she woke up, her head was still spinning.

"woke up?"

The immortal looked over and greeted him.

"Ah... oh."

Skadi nodded blankly, then leaned on her greatsword, unsure of what to do.

After a while, she released the greatsword, raised her hands, and stretched.

"Heh...ha."

She rubbed her eyes, her silvery-white hair falling naturally.

Undead often unconsciously look at Skadi's hair.

The color, the density, and the length of his hair always reminded him of someone, someone who had left a mark on his life.

Unfortunately, before the flames died down, he let her end her mission and do what she wanted to do.

But she told herself that her whole life had been for the flame. If her mission ended, she didn't know where she would go.

The Undead preferred to believe the beautiful and elegant Firefly Maiden who left the Firelink Shrine after guarding the flames until they died out.

She refused to believe that she had walked into the grave of the Fire Maiden, ending her life bound by her mission.

Perhaps the Undead's inexplicable fondness for Skadi stems from that old friend.

It seems that what she meant by "in the future" was that there would be a small flame, which would be the primordial flame within her.

But where is she now?

The Undead stared at Skadi's hair in silence for a moment before looking away.

In any case, as long as he is alive and has his own consciousness, he cannot stand still.

Constantly dwelling on past events is not a good sign.

The Undead shook his head. Ever since he received Solal's gift in Kazimierz, his memories had become almost completely interconnected.

He began to frequently recall people and friends he had met in the past.

Although some details are hard to recall clearly, I have no problem remembering who I knew and what we did together.

However, during the six months he was away from Kazimierz, he began to experience symptoms of forgetting things from time to time.

He knew his humanity was slowly fading, a situation he found difficult to bear. But at that rate, it was still within his tolerance.

We must find another opportunity to reactivate the initial flame before completely losing our memories, or find a way to reliably replenish our humanity.

It's impossible to have your friends show up every time and then offer up their last remaining souls hidden in the Primordial Flame to sustain your needs, right?

It's impossible without people dying.