Ark Undead

Despite having lived so long, the elderly person has a broad perspective on many things and possesses their own unique understanding of life.

But after all, it is his own country, and as a veteran, he must feel a sense of loss and melancholy at being unable to guide it in a better direction. Although he no longer needs to interfere in the country's affairs.

Being prepared for danger in times of peace is a life motto that the general has upheld throughout his decades-long life, and it is also the most important reason why he has been able to live to this day.

We must never give up thinking, and we must never give up exploring the future.

"That's good."

The Undead nodded. The fact that Hellagur was starting to worry about these things meant that Azazel was being treated well on Rhodes Island.

Even Hellagur now has a badge on his chest, which indicates that he is a Rhodes Island operator.

The Undead also had one, but he was too lazy to wear it, and there was no way to attach it to his armor.

But what's the big deal? After all, it's common knowledge that the Undead are on Rhodes Island.

In the past few days, some newcomers have also had their applications to enter the island approved.

When some of them heard that the War Knight was also there, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and they wished they could rush over with their notebooks and pens to ask for autographs.

But there is an unwritten rule on Rhodes Island.

You can chat and laugh with the warrior knight, or you can knock on his door and ask him for advice on combat.

But the one thing you absolutely cannot do is ask the War Knight for any souvenirs. Neither taking photos nor getting an autograph is allowed.

It is said that this is a rule set by the Rhodes Island branch of the Undead Legion, in order to ensure that no unexpected situations will occur.

If an undead person appears and is immediately surrounded by a group of people, how can the undead person enjoy life on Rhodes Island?

Would an immortal even bother to appear outside their own room?!

But starting yesterday, this strange feeling has been greatly relieved.

Because the doctor is back.

"I had heard of the doctor's reputation a long time ago."

Herag took another sip of coffee as he spoke, standing beside the undead.

"Although he hadn't yet become famous as an evil spirit at that time, his reputation as a commander, strategizing and winning battles from afar, had already reached the ears of us commanders many times. No one would want to go toe-to-toe with someone who was more like a machine than a machine."

Judging from Hrag's tone, he had already met the current Doctor.

"But when I actually met him, I didn't get that goosebump feeling. I heard he had amnesia?"

"Ah."

There's nothing to hide about the fact that the Undead are alive; many people already know this, and Kal'tsit hasn't tried to conceal it.

"But knowledge remains."

"Oh, then it's nothing."

Herag nodded, and he spoke with a sigh.

“Talented individuals cannot afford to lose their means of livelihood. For Rhodes Island, someone like the Doctor is the best resource.”

At this point, Herag couldn't help but glance at the Undead again.

"Of course, so are you."

"Thank you."

The Undead accepted Hrag's praise and was very impressed with the old man.

He is highly capable, upright, calm in the face of adversity, and also very approachable.

Unfortunately, both of them were busy with their own things. After finishing his coffee and enjoying the morning, Mr. Herag had to bury himself back into dealing with the follow-up issues in Ursus.

Mr. Herag will be returning to Chernobog as part of the Chernobog humanitarian aid team that will be deployed in the next two days.

After bidding farewell to the undead, Herag left the deck.

The Undead continued to lean against the wall, watching Melantha run away.

Her deep purple hair was tied into a ponytail and hung behind her head, and even her sportswear couldn't hide her slender figure.

Melantha, dressed in sportswear, naturally felt the Undead's gaze; in fact, no one on the deck was unaware of the Undead.

His signature armor and the greatsword beside him were truly eye-catching.

As Melantha was running and leveling up, a splash of crimson appeared unconsciously, and her speed gradually increased.

The reserve team members following behind her could only grit their teeth and speed up to catch up, after all, they were a group.

At this moment, another operator also came to the Undead's side and extended his palm to the Undead.

"Hello, Mr. Undead. I am Yato."

The operator, wearing specially made black goggles, spoke to the Undead.

"He is also one of your students' current instructors."

The Undead reached out and shook hands with Nightblade.

"Immortal."

He briefly introduced himself.

"What is it? What's the matter?"

"Well, it's nothing serious. I just saw you came and wanted to chat with you."

Yato leaned against the wall and looked at the reserve team members who were still running laps.

"Let's talk about Melantha, which will also help me clear up my own doubts."

"Oh? Tell me."

Upon hearing that it was related to Melantha, the Undead immediately became serious.

Yato crossed her arms and stared at Melantha in the arena as she spoke.

"Melantha has always been the most demanding of the reserve team members, and her training is the most rigorous. All the instructors believe that Melantha is the one with the best chance of being promoted to an elite operator among these reserve team members."

"Ah."

The Undead naturally knew that Melantha possessed an inexplicable tenacity.

"Actually, we all acknowledge her combat abilities, and her original physical deficiencies have largely been resolved after being cared for on Rhodes Island for so long. But we all have a question regarding Melantha's martial arts skills."

Nightblade patted the weapon beside him, and the Undead looked down to see that it was a straight sword similar to Melantha's.

"Among our instructors, many people believe that Melantha is related to me. This is because some of her martial arts techniques are similar to those of the Eastern Kingdom, and so far, I am the only one on Rhodes Island who knows the Eastern Kingdom's martial arts techniques."

Yato looked at the Undead.

"I'd like to ask, since Melantha is your disciple, did you also teach her how to use weapons?"

This was a question that many instructors couldn't answer. After all, they had never seen an undead person wield a long sword, so where did Melantha's martial arts, which clearly had an Eastern influence, come from?

"Yes."

The Undead nodded. What was so hard about admitting this?

Yato nodded, stared at the undead for a while, and then suddenly spoke.

"I heard that you were invited to be a special instructor to teach newcomers with us some time ago. I wonder if we could have the honor of inviting you as a special instructor for the morning's classes today?"

"?" The Undead was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Yato to bring this up at this time.

"Sure, sure, sure. How do you want to teach me?"

Yato's lips curled up as she explained.

"There's nothing special about it. I just wanted everyone to see how you usually train Melantha, and I also hope that you can teach these children some battlefield skills."

Should I let Melantha fight me?

The Undead looked at Melantha, who was still running on the deck.

After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"can."

The girl was unaware that in a little while, she would be showing her training with her teacher to many of her classmates.

199. The Undead's Approval

After the children had finished their warm-up laps, Instructor Yato led them in stretching exercises.

So the Undead simply leaned against the side and watched them stretch out their bodies.

After waiting for another ten minutes or so, everyone stood in a row, waiting for Instructor Yato's next instruction.

Many people saw the Undead standing to the side and secretly wondered if the Undead was here to be a teaching assistant.

"Everyone, today we have invited a special instructor to our class, as you have all seen."

Yato turned to look at the Undead and said.

"Welcome, official operator, Mr. Undead."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A group of prospective agents who had been waiting for half a day clapped and cheered excitedly.

The Undead also walked over and stood behind Yato.

This wasn't his first time as a teaching assistant, but it was the first time he'd been introduced with such great fanfare.

When I was an assistant instructor for Dubin, I mostly helped him carry things or take notes.

"Quiet, quiet."

Instructor Yato first watched the group of prospective operators with a smile, waiting for them to cheer for a while, and then clapped his hands to calm them down.

"Today, Mr. Undead will be the instructor, and I will be his teaching assistant. The main content of this lesson is very simple: Mr. Undead will have one-on-one battles with each of you, and you will find your own problems in the battles."

Hearing Yato say that, the prospective operators became even more excited.

Everyone knows that on the entire Rhodes Island, there are very few people whose combat skills are so outstanding that they are recorded in the archives.

Not to mention that this is a titled knight specializing in close combat, a warrior knight.