Ark Undead

But he could sense decay and incompleteness in this person.

If it weren't for the fact that her skin was still smooth, the immortal would have thought he was seeing a living corpse.

"Thank you for your hard work, Huang."

With cold words, Kal'tsit thanked Hoshiguma and immediately dismissed him from the office.

"I would like to have a private conversation with Mr. Undying. Could you please excuse me for a moment?"

“Of course, Dr. Kal'tsit.”

Huang nodded; she held Kal'tsit in the highest regard. Therefore, without hesitation, she turned and left.

Previously, Huang gave off a very bold and flamboyant vibe. But in front of Kal'tsit, she completely suppressed those traits, leaving only seriousness and focus.

The Undead stood at the doorway, and the iron gate behind him creaked as Huang closed it.

"Mr. Undying, please have a seat."

Kal'tsit pointed to the chair opposite her desk and politely invited him to sit down.

“I heard about you from Ace three days ago, and I’m glad you came to Rhodes Island. Although it seems to be just a visit and a reunion with old friends.”

As soon as Kal'tsit spoke, the Undead heard a different meaning.

She knew her purpose was not just to bring Kroos for treatment, but to see someone else.

"You know that Melantha is my disciple?"

The undead man sat down next to the chair and leaned the greatsword on his back against Kal'tsit's desk.

The immense weight pressed down on the desk, causing it to creak painfully.

Upon hearing this sound, Kal'tsit glanced at the undead's table, raised an eyebrow, but offered no comment.

Instead, they directly answered the question about people not dying.

"Yes, I know she is your disciple."

Kal'tsit nodded, clasped her hands together, placed them on the table, and stared intently at the undead in front of her.

Those emotionless eyes seemed to pierce through the armor, trying to see the true nature of the undead hidden beneath.

"Instead of saying that, seeing such swordsmanship and then thinking about the urban legend of Victoria's ghost, if one cannot perceive anything, that would be the act of a fool."

Before Kal'tsit could finish speaking, she straightened up slightly, picked up a dark green mug from the side, and took a sip of the coffee inside.

It was just brewed and is still steaming.

After taking a sip, Kal'tsit continued.

"Of course, the letter you sent is also key; the signature on it confirmed my suspicions."

She was about to take her second sip when a wave of icy coldness spread throughout her body.

Kal'tsit's hand holding the mug tightened suddenly, and the shadow behind her began to stir restlessly.

The source of all this pressure was the undead person sitting right across from her, who hadn't done anything at all.

The Undead looked at Kal'tsit, and tapped the table lightly with his right index finger.

Tap, tap, tap...

Despite the Undead's relaxed demeanor, Kal'tsit dared not drink a sip of coffee in front of him.

Until the Undead spoke.

"You read the letter I sent to Melanie."

"No! All letters sent to the island go through the personnel department. But we don't open any operator's private mail; we just record the correspondence between the sender and receiver. This is to ensure Rhodes Island's security!"

Kal'tsit stated this established fact at the fastest pace she had in years.

As a result, as the pressure on her gradually subsided, her right hand showed some bluish-white discoloration on her knuckles after she relaxed.

This is a sign of overexertion.

The sudden pressure made her truly feel the terror of death.

But she remained expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

The immortal sat in his seat without saying a word.

Kal'tsit calmly took a sip of coffee and swallowed it heavily.

The immortal didn't press her any further and let her finish her coffee.

During this lull, Kal'tsit also began to rethink her negotiation strategy.

I originally thought the other party wouldn't react too strongly to this, and my purpose was simply to convey a message: I care about the other party a lot and hope to make them understand how much Rhodes Island values ​​them.

But it seems that I touched on the other person's biggest taboo while I was speaking.

Moreover, that hostility made Kal'tsit realize in an instant that he wasn't just threatening, but genuinely intended to take action.

Kal'tsit put down her mug and softened her tone.

In this brief exchange, she immediately realized that the person sitting in front of her had enough power to kill her on the spot.

"Feel sorry."

So she decisively lowered her head.

"If this offends you, please forgive me. But these are the rules of Rhodes Island, and I have to follow them."

In short, he shifted the blame from himself to the entire Rhodes Island.

Based on the information gathered previously, the Undead is not someone who would dictate the rules.

As long as the rule remains within his tolerance, there will be no danger.

As expected, the Undead simply nodded in response to Kal'tsit's apology, accepting it without pursuing the matter of the letter any further.

"You seem to know me very well."

Now the Undead had taken control of the conversation, and he slowly began to speak.

"You think you know me very well."

Although the Undead always present themselves as taciturn, they are always easygoing in front of Ace and Kroos.

But he remains the King of Hunters, the hunter who hunts down gods, and anyone who dares to offend him must first be prepared to face the consequences of their offense.

"Don't dare."

Kal'tsit lowered her head slightly, her tone unusually subdued.

"It was just some investigation. The things you left behind in Terra are enough to make any power take you seriously."

This sentence is interesting. First, it changes the way it addresses the immortals to "you" (您), and then it uses language to express its respect.

This woman, who seemed accustomed to high positions and great power, actually lowered her guard.

"Um..."

The Undead nodded, he said.

"You know who I am?"

"I know."

Kal'tsit raised her head again, and after showing weakness, straightened up again.

"I know everything... I know a lot."

Seemingly remembering something, he immediately changed his mind.

This is precisely the moment for Kal'tsit to demonstrate her worth.

So she continued.

"You don't belong to this generation, but you created it."

"Terra today lives under your gift. But lurking in the shadows is a depth that you cannot overcome."

"As for your identity, I know very little about it; I only know a title from a former colleague."

Kal'tsit paused slightly before speaking.

"Lord Ashes."

The Undead paused slightly as he tapped the table with his index finger.

It's so nostalgic; how long has it been since I heard that title?

What he truly valued was the colleague she mentioned.

"Who told you that?"

If her statement is true, then from whom did this title come? And who is this colleague she is referring to?

Could it be that woman? Did she also survive the changes of generations?

"PhD."

Kal'tsit said without hesitation.

"He is a world-renowned Originium researcher, a future military commander of Rhodes Island, and Amiya's mentor. But he is not on the island now."

"Where is he?"

The immortal continued to press for an answer, as it was very important to him.

Kal'tsit reacted quickly; she seemed to have anticipated the undead's reaction.

"In Ursus, in Chernobog. He's asleep there, and our goal now is to rescue him. Rhodes Island needs his wisdom and his leadership."

"..."

The immortal's mind was somewhat numb, but he still tried his best to think.

After a moment, the Undead couldn't help but chuckle.

It turned out to be the case.

"So, you want to invite me to join Rhodes Island and help you save people?"

"Yes."