Ark Undead

The old man wiped the bread in his hand and asked a question as if it were unintentional.

"Are they the friends upstairs? They seem to like going out quite a bit, they're always going outside."

“Ah, you mean Mr. Bloodthorn? He brought back some new friends, not just the ones from that day.”

After thinking for a moment, the shop manager took out the gold coins he had just put in the drawer and showed them to the old man.

"They were very generous, and they insisted on booking the entire floor and even gave me a deposit."

The store manager chuckled as he casually tossed the bag into the drawer and closed it.

The hotels that are still providing accommodation for infected people are hardly concerned about money; most of them are their own people.

But those outsiders seemed unaware of the situation inside Chernobog. Even so, it was quite remarkable that they managed not to take advantage of the situation.

Moreover, the store manager could also tell that many of the people were infected.

"What's your background?"

The old man took a bite of bread, and before he could even chew, he started talking.

The moment the dry bread enters your mouth, the taste of yogurt instantly stimulates your salivary glands to secrete saliva. The secreted saliva then moistens the dry bread, gradually softening the originally hard bread and making it chewy.

The more you chew, the more fragrant and mellow it becomes, with the wheat aroma of the bread and the milky aroma of the yogurt growing stronger.

Clearly, even during such difficult times, the store manager did not give up on the pursuit of food quality.

"I don't know. But they don't seem like bad people."

The shop manager poured the old man another glass of water, pushed it in front of him, and then continued speaking.

Are you a little worried? But their target isn't you, it's someone else.

At this point, the store manager lowered his voice and looked down.

The old man understood immediately and leaned his head closer.

"Galsen has been killed."

Just that one sentence made the old man stop chewing. He picked up the animal milk next to him, took a sip, and swallowed the contents of his mouth whole.

"when?!"

"This afternoon, the entire southeast corner was bombed. The person who did it clearly planned it in advance and was skilled in using assassination tools, and even caused an explosion."

Garsen has been in Chernobog for quite some time now, and everyone in the city knows him. If you come into even a little contact with the infected, you'll hear the latest rumors that someone is willing to escort the infected out of Chernobog, but for an extremely high fee. These people are Sarkaz mercenaries who are actually infected themselves.

No one knows what Garsen's purpose is in coming to Chernobog, but everyone is wary of the representative behind him.

Even though this is Chernobog, Ursus territory, power itself is something to be feared.

But now that Garsen has died, does it mean that a new round of power struggles is about to break out in Chernobog?

The old man didn't want to think about the problem, but it made it hard for him to relax.

Their clinic was already struggling to survive in Chernobyl. If something else happened in Chernobyl, they really didn't know where they would go.

We've already overcome so many years of hardship. What are these current difficulties compared to that? They're just another round of challenges we need to face.

The old man remained calm and took another bite of dry bread.

Aren't you worried at all?

The store manager asked curiously, and whispered to the old man.

"Your upstairs friend seems to have a way to get people out of town, if you'd like..."

"There's no need for that, thank you."

The old man shook his head, clapped his hands, and the piece of dry bread comforted his hungry stomach.

He picked up the animal milk on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and then used the damp towel placed next to him to wipe his mouth.

"Ursus hasn't fallen to that level yet. Even if Chernobog really does fall apart, we have the ability to protect ourselves."

Instead, the old man asked the store manager with concern.

"But what about you? What would you do if something happened in Chernobog? Shouldn't you make some preparations in advance?"

"Hmm...that's true."

The shop manager stroked his chin. He was different from the old man. The old man was well-connected everywhere in Chernobyl and would never have trouble making a living.

But it's different for ordinary people like him. If something really happens, he'll have almost no chance to run away.

"Well, we'll see... I've lived my whole life in Chernobog, and I've never really thought about where I want to go."

The store manager said a few words with a smile, and then put all his worries behind him.

"It wasn't like this back then. Everyone thought the sky was falling, but it turned out to be just a change in lifestyle. To use an old Eastern saying, there's always a way out."

"Wise."

The old man gave a thumbs up, then put down the wet towel in his hand and waved to him.

But the old man was stopped by the shop manager.

Then the store manager's wife came out of the kitchen, carrying a large plate of food.

"If you don't have anything else to do right now, could you do me a favor?"

The store manager pointed to the ledger that was still waiting in front of him.

"Someone's coming to deliver something soon, it should be here soon... Hey, here it comes."

As he spoke, the store manager walked towards the door, glancing back as he went.

"Please deliver this dish to the guests on the third floor. Just go up to the third floor and turn right into the first room!"

As he spoke, the store manager left the store to receive the goods that had just been ordered that day.

The old man paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to the plate.

I was just thinking about whether to say hello to my friend upstairs, but I never expected this...

"Oh..."

The old man smiled and thought, "Perhaps this is fate."

At this moment, the room of the immortals was packed with people.

The Undead finally cleared a space, filled the basin with firewood, and then inserted the longsword from his waist into it before reaching out to light the fire and let the flames rise.

The temperature inside the cold room gradually began to rise, and this warm feeling allowed the members, who had been traveling all day, to gradually relax.

"We just finished our mission and then received your communication."

Scout took off his blood-stained gloves and threw them aside. He then leaned his hands, which were already freezing, against the fire and began to speak.

"You guys are really fast! I was wondering if you'd arrive tomorrow, but you arrived today."

"Dr. Kal'tsit told us that the situation had changed and that we should hurry up, so we didn't dare to delay on the way. How is the situation now?"

The man wearing sunglasses sat unabashedly on the only bed in the room, chewing gum, and nodded to the immortal as a greeting.

"The situation isn't good, Ace. Although the mission is complete, we have two wounded."

Scout pointed to the room next door.

"Luckily you brought Susuluo, otherwise this surgery wouldn't be possible."

"But even after surgery, you need to rest for a period of time, otherwise it will be a waste of time."

Standing next to Ace, the leader of the second squad, Radiant Knight Nearl, crossed her arms. Her armor gleamed white in the firelight, and her voice was clear yet powerful.

"To protect them, we have to slow down the pace."

"But we have other options, such as splitting into two groups."

Amiya had come with Ace and Nearl. At that moment, she leaned against the wall and bluntly interjected, stating her thoughts.

“Miss Nearl and Senior Ace have been with us all this way. Senior Scout, you can leave Chernobog as soon as possible. Once the Doctor’s location is confirmed, your final mission will be complete.”

Scout nodded; he shared the same plan.

After all, he wasn't part of the rescue team's main force; his task was simply to act as a scout, determining the rescue team's forward and escape routes.

Just as Scout was about to speak, a knock sounded at the door.

Everyone immediately shut their mouths and looked toward the door.

Bloodthorn leaned against the door, away from the small group. Seeing everyone looking at him, he could only shrug helplessly and open the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw an elegant elderly man with white hair carrying a large bowl of hot food, with a warm smile on his face.

"Hello, this is your food."

Ace and Scout were initially indifferent. But the moment they saw the old man's appearance, they both froze for a moment, then their entire bodies tensed up.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

The old man stood firmly at the door with a plate in his hand, while Ace and Scout looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Until a sound appeared.

"Thank you."

The armored monster by the campfire spoke.

He recognized the old man.

They had brushed past each other.

179. Helag!

"Thank you."

The armored man nodded to the old man. Then he turned his gaze to Bloodthorn beside him and slightly raised his head.

Bloodthorn immediately understood that there was something wrong with the old man. He reached out, took the plate from the old man's hand, placed it on the table next to him, and then turned to look at the old man at the door.

The old man remained calm and composed. He put his hands in his pockets, looked at the younger generation in front of him with a calm demeanor, and then leaned against the door frame.

"The shop owner has something to do and is currently downstairs receiving the goods that were just delivered to the shop."

He seemed to be explaining to the people in each room why he was the one to deliver the food.