Ark Undead

But the immortals sensed something familiar within it.

He reached out and gently touched the birdcage, then asked in surprise.

"This is..."

"To be honest, I don't know either."

The nightingale's voice was already somewhat weak, but now it sounded even more confused.

"I don't know where my Originium Arts came from, but I can use them instinctively."

"Dr. Kal'tsit and Shining told me that I lost my past memories because there were some things that were inconvenient for me to recall. But sometimes I see scenes that feel very familiar in my dreams."

"But they were mostly painful, and I couldn't remember anything after I woke up. It was as if it was just a dream, something that never happened."

As the Undead listened to the Nightingale's words, he couldn't help but sigh.

Another one with amnesia.

"Perhaps, if all of this is just a dream, that would be a good thing."

"The Undead said."

"At least you won't have to relive those painful memories."

Yes, even immortals who regain their memories sometimes fall silent because of their past.

The nightingale's appearance is actually its most peaceful state.

But the nightingale herself didn't think so.

"But if I can't remember what happened before, how can I face my future?"

Nightingale's slender, bony hands unconsciously gripped her white dress. Even as she pressed her hands firmly against her legs, she felt nothing.

"I don't want to be bound by a fate that prevents me from knowing the truth."

The Undead was speechless. Wasn't he the same? His choice to extinguish the flames was his rebellion against his own fate, and also his last gamble against that broken world.

Clearly, he succeeded, and now everything is a brand new journey for the undead.

Nightingale waved her hand again, and the phantom cage surrounding the two of them vanished instantly.

At that moment, the door to the reception room opened, and Rinko walked in as if she had timed it perfectly.

"Here, have some tea."

Upon seeing Nearl enter, the Undead nodded and swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

The three chatted for a while, mostly Nearl and Nightingale asking if the Undead were settling in well on Rhodes Island, followed by Nightingale expressing her gratitude to the Undead again and promising that they could ask for help anytime they needed it.

Nearl chatted with the Undead about the specifics of the mission and learned that Nearl would also be a member of the rescue operation.

"Then we'll have to trouble the warrior knights to be our shield."

With a polite smile, Nearl extended his right hand to the Undead.

The Undead also reached out his hand, shook hands with Nearl briefly, and then withdrew it.

This time, Lin Guang was noticeably more relaxed than before, and the emotions she occasionally revealed during their conversations were more genuine.

Could it be because of the nightingale?

The Undead glanced at the Nightingale, who seemed lost in thought.

Upon arriving here, the Undead decided to head back home. Hearing that the Undead was about to leave, Nightingale quickly called out to him and stopped him.

She took out a card engraved with a special material from her person and handed it to the immortal.

"This is?"

The Undead sensed something unusual about this card.

"Do you remember the Originium Arts I just used, Mr. Undead?"

"The nightingale said."

"This card contains a single-person 'Sanctuary.' It can protect you from any Originium Arts damage in crucial moments, but the duration is short. Simply tear open the card to use it."

Seeing that the Undead's emotions were a bit off, Nightingale quickly added.

“It’s not because I’m worried about your safety, but I feel I have to respond to your help.”

"Um... thank you."

The immortal expressed his gratitude, then bid farewell to the two men again and left the reception room.

Just as he stepped out of the reception room, the Undead saw Shining, dressed in a black robe, standing right next to him.

The Shining must have been waiting here specifically for the Undead; I wonder how long she's been listening.

Shining clutched her staff and looked up at the undead.

"You witnessed her magic?"

"It's essentially a miracle of the White Sect, a magical protection, but its form of expression is different. I feel like I'm very familiar with that cage."

The immortal didn't shy away from speaking up and voiced his question.

"Are you members of the White Cult? Why did you join Rhodes Island?"

But Shining paused for a moment after hearing the words from the Undead.

"What? The White Sect?"

Shining's reaction didn't seem fake, which meant she didn't know what the White Cult was.

"interesting."

The Undead nodded, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

The identities of Shining and Nightingale certainly hold many secrets worth uncovering, but the Undead still have one more thing to do.

We're leaving the island tomorrow, and I need Kal'tsit to get Scout's contact information. Otherwise, once we get to Chernobog, we won't know where he is unless someone dies, and we won't be able to help him.

As the Undead turned away, Shining's words were cut off by his departing figure.

But the words of the immortal were enough to make Shining take them seriously.

He knows a lot. How does he know so much?

The Shining has its own questions, and the Undead also have a whole host of questions.

If the beliefs of the White Gods have survived to this day, why is it that the spells that clearly belong to the White faith are not mentioned by Shining, a follower of Belga?

In what forms have ancient beliefs in gods taken?

Even miracles have changed their appearance, becoming part of Originium Arts.

That birdcage...

For a moment, the immortal couldn't recall where he had seen that thing before.

The Undead reached out and patted his helmet, letting out a soft sigh.

Is humanity almost completely burned out?

I need to find a way to get some more from Kal'tsit. Let's finish the task at hand first.

162. Let's go! Chernobog!

"You need to bring this, and don't forget your hat, and a tent and food... Oh wait, I don't think you need a tent and food. You can get through the night as long as you make a fire."

At this moment, Melantha, who was tidying up the Undead's house, carefully folded the clothes she had washed and put them into the black backpack she had chosen.

"Oh, right, and leather shoes and a belt too. Speaking of which, do you think we'll need a walking stick? Should we go buy one now?"

When this topic came up, Melantha couldn't help but look up at the undead sitting by the campfire.

The Undead spoke with a hint of helplessness.

"I'm going there to carry out a mission, not to attend a meeting."

"I know! But sometimes missions involve infiltration and hiding your identity! And teacher, you've just returned to your original appearance, so why not make good use of this time? What if you get old again after a while?"

Melanie chattered quietly as she put the bow tie next to her into her bag.

"The two outfits you ordered from Victoria are of very good quality, and I've packed them all for you, along with a pair of boots and leather shoes. I just don't know if the Ursus people will find the Victorian style a bit off."

Melanie pressed her index finger to her lips for a moment, her eyes drifting upwards as her mind raced.

What's missing?

Yes, it was Melantha who came to help the Undead pack their belongings.

Melantha had already started making these preparations a couple of days after learning that the Undead were leaving.

Undead have no dirt on their bodies, and even their armor will become clean again after a period of time.

According to the immortal, this was his own doing; filth and filth must not come near him.

This is precisely why immortals do not have the habit of washing their bodies.

However, no one can say for sure whether taking a bath without dying will cause all the water to evaporate...

However, Melantha still took those clothes that the Undead had worn two or three times but had never washed, washed them again, ironed them, and hung them up neatly in preparation for taking them out when she needed to tidy up.

Although it's called those outfits, there are actually only two sets at most, and even the hats for both outfits are the same one.

Oh right, and the black robe the Undead had worn on his back was also damaged from being burned during his journey and battles. Melantha had the Undead take it and repair it.

At first, Bu Siren was reluctant, but he couldn't resist Melantha's strong insistence and gave her the black robe.

Since the Undead regained his memories of meeting Melantha, in all his recollections, Melantha had never made any particularly strong demands. But unexpectedly, when it came to domestic affairs, Melantha displayed such a domineering attitude.

The Undead was a little confused as to why this was happening, and he didn't have the habit of mending his clothes.

In fact, usually only one spell is needed to restore these damaged items to their original state.

Melantha's patched-up robe actually looks quite nice... well, really, there's not much difference, and it even has a few more patches.

Melantha sewed a chibi-style flame onto a patch, using specially made deep red thread.

But the undead man thought it looked quite nice, and even the patches on it were beautiful in his eyes.

He couldn't understand what this feeling was. But every time he wanted to use the magic [Repair], he felt a little reluctant.