Ark Undead

Step by step, we made our way through the jumbled rocks and mud until we reached the black figure.

At this moment, under the illumination of several flashlights, they finally saw what it was.

"Jon! Did you see that?"

Vico's shouts came from the slope; her companions up there were still worried about them.

Jon's eyes never left the dark figure; he simply responded.

"I see it! It's a suit of armor!"

After thinking for a moment, Jon added another sentence.

"It looks like burnt armor!"

...

That evening, a group of professional transport workers arrived at the mountain, which was said to have suffered from natural disasters.

Jon and Vico stood by, watching as the transport workers carefully carried the suit of armor they had found out of the newly discovered cave.

A man in a black suit approached Jon, his belly fat almost bursting out of his clothes. He extended his hand.

“I am the manager of Columbia Gold Mountain Transportation Company. You can call me Fatty.”

"Ah, hello, I'm Jon."

Jon hurriedly reached out and shook hands with the manager of Jinshan Transportation Company.

The supervisor glanced at the armor being packed and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"I really don't know what kind of luck you guys have. This kind of armor is glued together, and you can't take it off even if you put it separately. Judging from the color, it should be a very early Casimir technique. It's unthinkable to find such an armor specimen in Colombia."

Jon heard it from his supervisor and asked in confusion.

"The craftsmanship of Casimir?"

"Yes."

The main management office naturally said.

"Since you've chosen to sell it to us, don't ask any more questions. Instead, spend your time in the library and learn more about ancient knowledge."

Jon nodded as if he understood, but he didn't really know what it was; he just thought it looked cool.

However, because the armor was so large and heavy, their companions couldn't carry it down the mountain at all, so they could only contact the nearest antique dealer to see if they could get a good price for it.

"It's getting late, you should hurry down the mountain."

The supervisor, who called himself Fatty, waved his hand and turned back to his car.

The entourage following behind Ah Fei opened the car door for him, but he couldn't help but ask.

"Mr. Fat, is this really the armor of Kazimierz?"

How would I know?

Ah Fei rolled his eyes.

"I'm just guessing, but if you want these things to have value, you have to label them! You know what I mean! That's how you sell them for a high price!"

“But…” the accompanying man said hesitantly. “This armor can’t be removed at all, and we dare not use a saw.”

"It's valuable precisely because it can't be removed!"

Ah Fei said smugly.

"This armor set, forcibly assembled, is obviously valuable! Add a Kazimierz label, send it to Kazimierz, and with a little maneuvering, it'll easily fetch several million Lungmen Dollars!"

He took a cigarette out of his breast pocket, lit it, squinted, and couldn't help but start daydreaming about the future.

“This is a work of art; those old nobles are most interested in this kind of thing.”

Ah Fei sat in the front passenger seat, while the transport crew in the back adjusted the armor.

The armor was packed into a valuable wooden crate lined with straw. The transport crew took one last look and then closed the cargo box of the vehicle.

Next, this thing will be shipped to Kazimierz!

Ah Fei waved happily, starting the vehicle.

As the vehicle bumped along, even though the wooden crates at the back were firmly secured, the armor inside still trembled among the soft straw.

However, in this case, even if the armor itself moves slightly...

Surely no one will find out?

20. The armor exploded!

What comes to mind when you think of knights?

He was clad in finely crafted armor, wielding an exquisite longsword and a sturdy shield.

Or perhaps it's the pure white horse, and the unwavering courage to always triumph over evil, ultimately slaying the dragon and winning the heart of the beauty?

Or perhaps the eight virtues, and the series of familiar stories associated with them.

But in Kazimir, none of these apply.

Kazimir, the land of knights.

The special status that has been preserved from the ancient system is that of a knight of Kazimierz.

Now, Kazimierz has brought the identity of knight as a profession to the forefront, thereby boosting the tourism industry in Kazimierz.

The Knights' Arena is an annual competition in Kazimierz, the highest stage that everyone who registers as a knight in Kazimierz aspires to reach.

why?

Because of knightly duels, you can obtain things you've never had before after just one battle.

Money, honor, any material desires—and the power behind you will also gain more benefits from your honor.

Here, those who crave status can rise to the top in one step. Those who crave wealth can acquire countless treasures overnight.

You will be adored by the people, and you will become the most popular idol in all of Kazimierz.

The esteemed Kazimierz family will also bestow upon you a unique title.

However, if you lose, you will pay a heavy price.

Perhaps just one loss in a game could cause your status to plummet, and everything you've gained could slip away from you.

Your residence, your vehicle, your retinue, your lover, even the sword and shield in your hand.

This is a game of strategy, a brutal struggle that can determine class status.

As a result, Kazimir attracts many outsiders to watch the competition every year, and tourism has become an important pillar supporting the development of Kazimir Sports.

It can be said that the Knights' Tournament is the root of Kazimierz; without the Knights' Tournament, there would be no Kazimierz as we know it today.

For the people living in Kazimierz, the knightly race is also considered the biggest festival of the year.

however.

Because of the inherent wealth accumulation in equestrian sports, this competition has been firmly controlled by capital.

It also changed the original ecology of the entire Kazimierz region.

Every year, a member of the noble families of Kazimierz must participate in this competition, or all their previous achievements will vanish.

Furthermore, some families and businesses secretly cultivate newcomers from outside the race, eager to gain more in the equestrian arena.

There are even human traffickers who abduct young people from other places, train them into warriors, and send them to the stage of knightly competitions.

The word "knight" has become synonymous with wealth and status.

Surprisingly, the surrounding areas outside the main city of Kazimierz are vastly different from the main city.

It was poor, backward, and lacked modern facilities.

Perhaps it's due to the limitations of esports? But nobody cares.

Because in Kazimierz, the only way to succeed is to become a knight.

Knights' competition is everything in Kazimierz.

Kazimir East Port is home to numerous working groups comprised of Kazimir's lower classes. They spend their days at the port delivering Kazimir-made handicrafts and knightly merchandise to various parts of Terra.

It also receives goods from all over the world to maintain the operation of Kasimir itself.

"Be gentle! Be gentle!"

The foreman directed the workers to unload a wooden box that looked like a coffin from the transport vehicle.

"This thing is a valuable item! If anything goes wrong with what's inside, you'll lose your entire month's salary!"

Under the foreman's direction, six workers marched in unison and steadily carried the coffin-like object into the warehouse.

Seeing the fragile label on the wooden crate, the workers clapped their hands. As they brushed off the dust, they also became quite interested in the crate in front of them.

This is the last item for today; the most important thing will be moved last.

"Boss, what is this thing?"

One of the workers asked curiously.

"It's something that was sent from Colombia."

The foreman gave each worker a cigarette, and then lit it himself with a lighter.

The foreman looked at the label, which didn't specify what was inside, but he certainly had other sources.

"Listen to what my brother at the transit point told me."

Even at this point, the foreman couldn't resist showing off his connections.

"These are artifacts unearthed from a mountain forest in Colombia."

"Cultural relics?"

The workers became even more curious, crowding around the foreman, lighting their cigarettes with his lighter, and then continuing to ask questions.

"What kind of artifact is this? What use is it to us? Why not send it to Victoria?"

"What do you know? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense," the foreman said, giving the worker a disdainful look.