Ark Undead

If you see this letter as soon as you arrive in Longmen, you will probably stop in Longmen about a month later.

If your itinerary includes a stopover in Lungmen, will I be lucky enough to meet you again?

The Undead seemed to see a lovely Felin girl standing shyly in front of him, raising her eyes slightly as if to invite him out.

The man, who was not good with words, had a slight movement in his eyes hidden beneath his armor, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

He calmly placed the second sheet of paper aside and looked at the third sheet.

"When we meet again, I want to tell you all the stories I've accumulated over this period of time."

You sat silently by the campfire, while I chatted and laughed beside you.

Just imagining that scenario makes a month seem like an incredibly long time!

There are not many words left to write, but the handwriting is still neat and beautiful.

"Finally, as your disciple, please allow me to make a small request of you."

If you have any urgent business requiring you to leave Longmen, or are unable to meet me in a month, please let me know.

Then please don't dwell on the regret.

If you're preoccupied with other things while dealing with important matters, you might end up making a mess of things.

Upon seeing this, the immortal suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

This is not a feeling produced by an impact, but rather by the impact of one's own emotions.

The immortal never imagined that one day he would have this kind of physical sensation.

The moment he became immortal, he had already lost all his superfluous functions.

But the intense emotions contained within the words impacted the heart of the immortal who had already lost all vitality.

Time takes nothing away or brings nothing. But everything that flows through time will gather and settle. Just like my longing for you, and just like the fact that we will eventually meet again.

Finally, the neat handwriting came to a close after a beautiful passage.

"May you be well. Your student, Melanie Wilson."

Put down the letter.

After a long silence, the Undead sighed softly.

It was both frustrating and touching.

135. Good morning, have you eaten?

The Undead looked at the letter in his hand twice more before putting it back into the envelope and placing it in his armor.

The letter had a tremendous impact on the Undead; even seeing Victoria's fake dragon did not cause such a change in their minds.

This is how people express their longing now; it's ultimately different from the way they did in the Age of Fire.

In the memories of the immortals, the longing and care between master and apprentice is at most expressed as a simple "Be careful and come back soon."

Although it was just a sentence, everyone could feel the other person's care and concern from it.

After all, in an era when human life was of little use, people didn't have the extra energy to study other ways of expressing emotions. Therefore, they were relatively reserved, and a single sentence could contain a great deal of meaning.

But now, in the vibrant world of Terra, where various social cultures are flourishing, more and more people are sending letters to express their longing, just like Melantha. As the Undead experience the awe-inspiring power of this method, they can't help but recall many things from the past.

Regardless, Melantha's letter had a tremendous impact on the Undead. For him, it was a step towards rediscovering the culture of this world.

Of course, Melantha's charm doesn't stop there. The Undead didn't realize that all the images of Melantha he knew were descriptions given to him by others.

What exactly has Melantha become after a year and a half of changes? Even her parents can't say for sure, let alone the Undead teacher, who is completely shrouded in mystery.

However, Rhodes Island will reach the vicinity of Lungmen in a month.

Besides having Ceobe observe the situation at Rhodes Island, he also needed to check on his disciple, which meant he had an extra task to do. The Undead didn't find it troublesome at all.

Instead, he began to look forward to that day.

This feeling was novel; in the past, it was always the undead who became disciples themselves. Now he had become the master and had his own disciples.

Only then did he realize how profound the feelings were behind the teachers' words of peace and safety.

It's like a continuation of myself in some sense, children who inherit my will, growing up under my watchful eye, and I can't tolerate them being harmed in the slightest.

If he had realized this sooner, things wouldn't have come to this...

The Undead suddenly clenched his fists, and he thought of a teacher who had died silently in the Great Archives.

They couldn't even collect his body; they could only bring back his ashes, crushed by the frenzied knowledge.

Even at the very last moment, he was fulfilling his responsibility, as promised, to bring him new knowledge.

If the dead knew, they would never allow him to enter that cannibalistic city.

In silence, the Undead stared at the campfire before him without uttering a word, his thoughts already drifting back to millions of years ago.

In that sacrificial site guarding the flames, beside those companions who were more like family.

Time passed quickly, and when Skadi returned with Ceobe, it was already dusk, almost night.

Before leaving in the morning, the Undead gave Skadi the money bag that Kroos had kept with him, and asked her to take Kroos to exchange it for some Lungmen Dollars so that they could be used in Lungmen.

Kroos was carrying several bags and packages. Judging from the plastic boxes inside the bags, they were probably pre-packaged food, perhaps for Kroos to have as a late-night snack.

I don't know where they went today, but judging from Ceobe's satisfied expression, the blonde idiot must have had a great time.

"Where did she get so much money? Did you give it to her?"

Skadi couldn't help but ask, her tone sounding just like she was blaming her wife for giving the children too much money.

Yes, it's hers.

The Undead had calculated all of this very clearly, and he told Skadi about the mission they had gone on together before.

"It was originally hers. It's just that she's easy to lose. So, I'm keeping her safe."

Skadi nodded. Only now did she realize that this girl, who seemed like a child at heart, was physically an adult and capable of hunting alone. However, when she followed the undead, she would always subconsciously treat her like a child.

Indeed, if Kroos had no fighting ability at all, the Undead wouldn't have felt safe chasing after Skadi that night.

Skadi couldn't help but turn her head to look at Kroos, a girl whose body was mature enough, but whose mind was still like that of a child.

When Officer Long came to check the rooms last night, Kroos suddenly became so ferocious that even Skadi was startled.

This seemingly goofy golden retriever suddenly unleashed an astonishing speed with just one sentence.

As expected, none of the guys who can follow the immortals are normal people.

But Kroos is just...so cute.

So cute that even Skadi and Ceobe couldn't resist having an extra bowl of food while eating together.

Yes, she's not only cute, but watching her eat makes you hungry too.

"(Sniff)?"

Skadi then noticed a strange smell in the room, like wood, but mixed with other scents.

"Are you wearing perfume?"

Skadi couldn't help but ask the Undead.

It's hard to imagine a man like that spraying perfume on his wrist and then rubbing it behind his ear.

"?" The Undead were even more puzzled. Why would Skadi ask such a question?

"I have no sense of smell."

"..."

Skadi's breath hitched. Well, her question was indeed a bit silly.

Could it be because I spent a day with Kroos and caught it from her?

"Speaking of which, what were you doing out today?"

The Undead sat by the campfire and invited Skadi to sit down as well, so they could chat.

Although the question was raised by the Undead, his tone was merely casual, so Skadi simply answered it.

"I met a friend, someone I knew before, who's really good at dealing with sea creatures. Although I don't really like his cooking."

"Marine life?"

The Undead was stunned for a moment before he realized that Skadi was probably not talking about ordinary sea fish or anything like that, but rather the monsters they had encountered before, the slippery enemies they had faced.

"Those...monsters?"

"Yes, those I told you about before, they're called Haisi."

Skadi has figured it out. The Undead are so strong, there's no need to hide everything from him; he has the ability to protect himself.

"This friend of mine was able to withstand the mental attacks of the Sea Sprites. Moreover, he could completely disintegrate a Sea Sprite with just a small knife, and he even wondered about their taste. But I stopped him."

"That's somewhat interesting."

The Undead nodded; he was beginning to take an interest in the friend Skadi had mentioned.

"Can I... see him?"

Skadi was unaware of the details, but the Undead did.

That thing was clearly a creature related to the abyss. Besides myself, who else could resist the abyss's corruption through their own will? Even if it was just a weak abyssal creature, it was still an achievement to be proud of for ordinary humans.

Even a small place like Longmen is a place where hidden talents reside.

"Okay, after you finish your business tomorrow, I'll treat you to a meal at his shop tonight."

Skadi nodded; she also intended to introduce that person to the Undead.

They were all Skadi's friends, and that one was someone Skadi occasionally mentioned to him. Unfortunately, he was ultimately just an ordinary person; even with his ability to withstand mental shocks, his physical abilities were still somewhat lacking.

There are still some methods that are lacking in order to confront swarms of Sea Siege head-on.

"can."

The Undead nodded, accepting Skadi's invitation.

After taking a shower, Kroos came out of the bathroom, opened the plastic box, and took out another meat pie to eat.