Ark Undead

"?" The blacksmith's smile froze.

"Is there a problem?"

The Undead looked at the blacksmith's face in bewilderment.

He really couldn't come up with a name, and he remembered that he had actually used a longsword and an iron shield before, and they weren't bad at all.

"Oh...it's alright, Grandpa, as long as you're happy."

The blacksmith shook his head, saying nothing more. After all, it was the Undead's own weapon and shield; let him decide for himself.

With a resentful expression, the blacksmith kicked the undead out of his blacksmith shop and told him to come back in three days to collect the complete set of armor.

The immortal stood at the entrance of the blacksmith's shop, and for some reason, the blacksmith seemed a little angry.

But he doesn't care about that now.

The campfire in the small house I rented was about to go out.

There wasn't any particularly good timber in this village; the surrounding trees were only fresh, not exactly good for burning.

If you want it to burn longer and look better, you need good quality wood.

The immortal walked towards his house, pondering and calculating.

There should be good timber in the city of Kazimir.

Should I find a way to get into the city?

The undead who escaped had no idea that his escape from Warehouse No. 1 had led to martial law being declared in the entire eastern district of Kazimir.

The claim that the armor exploded was ultimately just a hoax, and those in power quickly realized something was wrong.

They immediately began investigating the matter. After two or three days of investigation, the company in charge of Donggang astutely discovered something that might be related to it from the small files recorded in various places.

On the night of the explosion at Warehouse No. 1, two knights left a bar and started shouting for a duel in the street.

But they never found the round-headed knight again, only his armor in the alley.

The square-headed knight also left the city of Kazimierz that night.

Whether it was a coincidence or not, Donggang staff, under pressure from the company, still sent people to investigate the whereabouts of the Square-Headed Knight.

Finally, three days later, they found the square-headed knight who had suddenly left the city in a village.

At that moment, he was at the door of a farmer's house, buying firewood from the farmer.

22. A pseudo-square head that replaces a square head

"So, the guy who argued with the farmer over a piece of firewood for so long was the same Fang Tou from before?"

Koss, sitting in the car, asked his companion sitting next to him.

"I remember Fang Tou hated these rural people who still live in the old world, so why did he stop here?"

The fat man next to him tossed a candy into his mouth, shrugged, and indicated that he knew nothing about armor except for its contents.

"It's like armor! Hmm...tsk...look, isn't it just the armor we gave him?"

Koss rubbed his hand on the control panel for a while, deep in thought.

Although everyone in the company knows that square heads and round heads don't get along, both of them are aiming to climb up the same spot on their heads.

But Round Head disappeared, and Square Head also went outside the city. According to normal thinking, Square Head should have killed Round Head and then wanted to lay low for a while.

But Kos thought about it again and again and felt that something was strange. This square-headed man didn't seem like someone who was fleeing from a crime.

If Square Head and Round Head really fought and Round Head lost and was defeated by Square Head, then why would Square Head come here?

Firstly, it doesn't fit Fang Tou's personality.

Secondly, if they really wanted to flee, why didn't they flee to other countries? Why stay so close to Kazimierz?

As Kos was thinking, the fat man next to him reached out and patted him.

"Fran, calm down when you're eating, don't get so excited."

"No, that guy Fang is gone!"

Kos looked up and saw the square-headed knight pick up a bundle of firewood from the ground, take another piece of firewood from the farmer, and leave the farmer's house on his own.

"Want to join?"

The fat man, known as Fran, put away the milk candy; he was ready to get off the bus and follow.

"Then, find a secluded place and drag him in?"

As he spoke, Fran ran his hand from left to right under his chin, intending to make a fierce expression. But with his chubby face bunched up and a candy dangling from his mouth, the expression looked rather comical.

Moreover, Fran was a Liberi, and the black feathers on his head looked like two antennas, jiggling as he moved his hand, which was quite comical.

Koss shook his head; he did not intend to resolve the matter in the traditional way.

"No rush, we can just follow slowly in our car. This square-headed car might not be the one we recognize anymore."

Kos started the Originium vehicle, made a turn, and followed the Undead who was walking past.

He planned to first observe Fang Tou's reaction before deciding on his approach to further negotiations.

Should he pay the penalty for breach of contract, or should the organization recruit another down-on-his-luck knight who is no less capable than Fang Tou?

He trailed far behind, then slowly accelerated, gradually closing in on the undead.

Hearing the commotion behind him, the immortal turned around and glanced back.

While the knights' helmets in Kazimierz also feature full head protection like an iron barrel, the helmets worn with the armor during ceremonies and celebrations do not have face protection.

Square Head and Round Head happened to be participating in a battle that day, and the helmets they were carrying were large iron barrels with only a slit.

It was this one glance from the Undead that allowed Kos to see the Undead's eyes.

He could see clearly that this was completely different from the Fang Tou he knew, not only in his eyes but also in his gait.

He would observe these things, and in order to ensure that he could still live a good life in Kazimierz without participating in the knightly tournament, this was an essential survival skill.

However, to confirm that it wasn't some strange Originium Arts, he drove over, keeping his speed similar to that of an Undead walking.

Then he rested his left elbow on the car window, patted the Undead's shoulder, and greeted the Undead in a familiar tone.

"Hey, Fang Tou, it's been a few days. What brings you here carrying firewood?"

The Undead had no idea anyone would greet him; he had only recently woken up and was completely unfamiliar with the place. Aside from the blacksmith telling him this should be Kazimierz, he had no memory of it.

Kos greeted him, but the Undead's eyes remained unchanged, like a blank stare, as he glanced at him.

"Square head? Me? You've got the wrong person."

Koss feigned surprise and raised an eyebrow at the undead.

"Seriously? It's just missing one competition. You can't possibly not recognize an old friend like that? I'm the one who gave you this armor. You haven't forgotten me, have you?"

The Undead looked down at the armor on his body.

When he used to wear the armor of the dead, no one dared to come up and talk to him. This feeling is quite novel.

However, the Undead didn't want to get involved with this guy, so he could only look ahead and remain expressionless.

"This armor was a gift from someone else."

"Hey, who else would give away their food? Fang Tou, even though we haven't seen you in a long time, you don't have to be this cold, do you? You know, we... Brother! Brother! Let's talk this out!"

Kos was speaking to the undead in a sarcastic tone when he suddenly heard a sword ring and felt a cold sensation on his neck.

He almost didn't react in time. By the time he did, his foot had already instinctively released the accelerator and slammed on the brake.

Fast, too fast.

A flash of light appeared before his eyes, and then the man's sword was already at his neck!

The Undead stood there, sword in his right hand, pressing it straight against Kos's chin. Kos knew all too well that this guy had a temper!

"..."

The Undead didn't speak; his gaze remained the same as when Kos had first seen him. To him, this was as normal as eating and drinking.

If Koss continues to press, he wants the undead to reveal the whereabouts of the square-headed creature.

The immortal man wouldn't mind having the tall, thin man in front of him hand over his head.

"Brother, don't get agitated. I'm just doing my job. Fang Tou was one of our knights who fought in the war before, the kind with a contract. He's gone missing, so we need to know where he is, whether he's dead or alive."

Kos blurted out his purpose in one breath. He could sense that the unknown knight before him, who hadn't shown his face, had no intention of showing any mercy. If his information wasn't accurate, he would be beheaded in the next second.

"died."

The Undead spoke and told Kos.

"No, I killed him."

"Okay, okay! I got it! But could you please... take this thing back?"

Koss, his face contorted in pain, cautiously pointed with his finger at the tip of the sword pressing against his neck.

It hurts a lot.

The Undead remained silent as he slowly withdrew his right hand and sheathed the longsword he had just acquired.

Kos breathed a sigh of relief.

The Undead had no intention of paying attention to Rickos and continued walking towards his home.

Kos didn't dare to say anything more. He stared blankly at the undead's back and the bundle of firewood behind him, not knowing what to say.

"Holy crap, that scared me to death!"

Fran shuddered, and the fat on his face jiggled.

"What a fast sword!"

"You fatso! You're only realizing it now! Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

Koss slapped Fran on the head, his own hand trembling.

Reason doesn't get any feedback, so the mouth blurts out everything unconsciously.

That look in their eyes must belong to a warrior who has been tempered on the brink of life and death!