Ark Undead

While the armored monster was still contemplating life, Skadi stood up on her own.

"I have something to do during the day, so I need to go out."

"Ah."

The Undead responded, indicating that he understood.

"I want to go too, out."

He has other things to do today; he needs to go to the Kalan Trade Center.

Whether Melantha had sent him a letter or not, no one knew, but he felt he should go and see for himself.

Besides, it was SilverAsh's company after all, and they had helped him so much before. Before leaving, they even told him to seek help from Kallan Trading after he arrived in Lungmen.

From both a moral and logical standpoint, everyone who isn't dead should go and take a look.

Skadi was the first to leave, carrying her greatsword, saying she wanted to go out early for morning tea or something.

They also managed to lure away the newly awakened Kroos.

Upon hearing that there was food, Kroos, who had been in a daze, suddenly woke up and his eyes lit up when he looked at the undead.

The Undead asked her if she wanted to go with Skadi. After thinking for a while, Kroos succumbed to the allure of the food and followed Skadi, waving goodbye to the Undead as she left.

It seems that after they met in Sherag, although they didn't interact much, they had already let down their guard against each other.

Skadi going out during the day wasn't a big deal, so the non-dead man simply entrusted Kroos to Skadi, asking her to help take care of the child for a day... no, to help look after Kroos for a day.

Skadi had no reason to refuse; she already had a slight liking for this cute, blonde goofball.

Kroos has a very natural and innocent personality. Anyone who has spent time with her cannot deny the kindness that emanates from her very being, which is perhaps why Kroos has been able to travel alone on Terra for so long.

You will always encounter good people, whether many or few.

The immortal himself, after adding fuel to the fire, also left the room.

He was filled with anticipation for his letter from his cheap apprentice.

134. A letter from Melantha

(Suggested background music for this chapter: Monochrome Past)

There's nothing particularly special about trade in Kalan.

The layout was somewhat more ordinary than that of Victoria, perhaps because it was too far from Shelag, so the trade here was mostly used for circulation and issuing instructions.

Nevertheless, the person in charge of receiving the undead was very hospitable and invited the undead to stay longer.

At first, if no one died, there was a thought of staying to talk to the person in charge.

This person in charge, like Xisha, is a member of the Fengti ethnic group. They also bear some resemblance to Xisha.

It was only later that I learned that the person in charge was Xisha's cousin. Their entire family had been followers of the Shivaish family for generations. Although they were commoners, they held considerable status even within the nobility.

However, once the Undead received his disciple's letter, he showed no intention of lingering.

The Undead was surprised that Melantha would actually reply to him; he had thought Melantha would need some time to arrive.

The person in charge of the Kalan Trade could only regretfully say, "Then come again next time."

Before leaving, following the usual custom, the immortal was given another card, which was explained as "activity funds" given to the immortal by the head of the family.

Sometimes, the Undead was genuinely puzzled by SilverAsh's attitude. He couldn't understand why SilverAsh thought so highly of him, to the point that many of his good intentions seemed like malicious attempts to win him over.

So far, SilverAsh has not mentioned anything else that requires the Undead's help, so the Undead have no choice but to accept it for now and wait for the moment when they can repay it in the future.

In reality, the Undead were unaware that his actions in Victoria had generated profits for the Kharlan Trade that were several times greater than what SilverAsh had given to the Undead.

The Undead demonstrated their strength in Victoria and successfully gained the attention of the higher-ups.

It was precisely because of the undead that the Khallan trade successfully forged more solid business relationships with the Aslan royalists and other local merchants.

They even expanded their trade reach throughout Victoria, something the Undead were unaware of.

Xisha even received a 100% pay raise as a result, which explains why Xisha was so enthusiastic about the Undead. In fact, when the Undead were mentioned later, it was the first few employees of Kalan Trade who inquired about them.

Of course, SilverAsh didn't need to tell the Undead about these things.

Rather, SilverAsh knew that the Undead wouldn't care about such things, so there was no need to talk to him about it.

What SilverAsh did was to provide visible benefits to the Undead, which is consistent with the Undead's usual style.

No matter where the Undead Man was, he could always sense the presence of the Kalan Trade. And whenever he needed help, the Kalan Trade always provided him with tremendous assistance.

All I can say is that this ally is so considerate that even now, the Undead still believe that SilverAsh has ulterior motives towards him.

After leaving the Kharlan Trade Center, the Undead went straight back to the inn.

The only thing to do today is to retrieve the letter; I won't go to Officer Chen's place until tomorrow. Therefore, the Undead has ample time to read Melantha's letter.

The undead man sat by the campfire, holding the letter in his hand, wearing his full armor except for his gauntlets.

The letter Melantha sent was decorated with intricate patterns using gold foil and materials unknown to the undead. However, this did not obscure the text written on the letter.

A bright red wax seal was applied to the letter, with a bold, vivid image at its very center. The design featured a small flame and a pair of warm hands encircling it.

The Undead felt that the pattern looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen it before.

Melanie's letter was incredibly high-class, luxurious, and full of ceremony.

Looking back on the letters he had sent, the Undead even felt a little ashamed.

Look at your apprentice! Then look at yourself! Just by looking at them, you can tell the difference in their intentions!

Without a second thought, the Undead tore open the letter and took out several thick, folded sheets of paper.

The letter paper is flexible and of uniform thickness, with a slightly rough feel to the touch. However, it is not slippery. Even the surface of the paper has patterns printed on it using a special technique, making it seem like paper used for some kind of ceremony.

Melantha even thoughtfully chose a woody fragrance that the undead might find most interesting, and used a small brush to apply a thin layer of diluted perfume to the letter.

This treatment allows the reader to immediately smell a pleasant fragrance upon opening the letter. Moreover, because it's diluted, it's not overpowering or distracting from the letter itself, elevating the reading experience significantly.

But the Undead doesn't know this because he has no sense of smell and can't smell anything.

If Melantha knew, I wonder what she would think?

"Dear teacher, your student Melanie Wilson sends her greetings. I hope you are well during your travels. If you are happy and joyful, that would be wonderful."

The handwriting is graceful yet powerful, and the dark blue ink is neatly arranged on the letter, creating a comfortable reading width.

The opening is a long greeting, short yet warm words that immediately conjure up an image in the mind of the undead.

An elegant noblewoman sat in her study, on an exquisitely carved desk, using a fountain pen to write heartfelt words on a smooth sheet of paper.

"It has been a year and seven months since we parted ways in Lentinium."

I'd almost forgotten what the little cakes from the dessert shop on the corner of Gute Street tasted like. But your image, teacher, remains vivid and unforgettable in my heart. When I received your letter, I was excited, but also a little melancholy.

The handwriting at the end of the word "lonely" was slightly darker, suggesting that the girl had some doubts when she wrote it, worried that her emotions might cause trouble for her teacher.

But in the end, she continued writing.

"To be honest, I feel a little resentful towards the teacher. How could she forget Melanie?"

But upon closer examination, the impact of the illness is something that people cannot resist.

Besides, since the teacher wrote to me, it must be because he was reminiscing about some of the time we spent together, right?

I believe that those beautiful memories etched deep in my mind are treasures we share.

Even though the teacher unknowingly shelved it, surely there must have been a touch of emotion upon rereading it? Thinking of this, Melanie felt quite happy—”

The immortal read the letter in silence, and a strange sense of guilt suddenly welled up in his heart.

It seems that he has had a profound influence on this disciple, yet he still cannot recall that memory.

Only a few tiny fragments form a broken picture in my mind.

Melantha's handwriting at the end of this passage suddenly becomes lighter and more cheerful.

This optimistic girl seemed to have forgotten her unpleasant experiences without even realizing it.

"Since you have spoken with my parents, you should be aware of my current situation."

My father sent me to Rhode Island. The people there are very kind, and they take good care of me.

Although becoming infected is regrettable, in that situation, simply being infected is a great stroke of luck. Being able to continue breathing fresh air and wielding my sword is enough to make me grateful.

Melantha didn't hide her current situation. For Melantha, there was nothing she couldn't tell her teacher.

Because he will always stand in front of me, just like that day, shielding me from all disasters.

The immortal put the first letter aside and looked at the contents of the second letter.

"But thinking back to that day still makes me sad."

I never want to experience the scene of parting with my teacher again.

You taught me a lot, not just how to exercise.

And how should one treat what one cherishes, and you are something I cherish too.

The Undead had no recollection of the separation Melantha mentioned here.

However, judging from her slightly hesitant handwriting, the girl must have been in some discomfort while writing.

"I made the badge you gave me into a pendant and wear it around my neck."

I also asked my sister from Rhodes Island to make a stamp out of that design.

It's printed like that on the sealing wax, isn't it? Pretty nice, right?

The Undead picked up the envelope of the letter again. The sealing wax on it shone slightly in the firelight. The Undead finally had some impression of the flame and the hands.

It was something he created, even though he didn't carve the pattern himself. But unknowingly, he used a small amount of his power to bless it, and it even had some connection to his own primordial flame.

A girl who can receive such a thing from him must be worthy.

"I was originally planning to talk to you about other things, such as your reputation in Kazimierz and how you became a War Knight with a 27-game undefeated streak."

And there was that energetic girl standing on the podium accepting your award for you. But due to time constraints, I can only write this much.

Even though Melantha was on Rhodes Island, she still kept an eye on the situation of the Undead.

"Rhodes Island is heading towards Lungmen."