Ark Undead

Koss was silent for a moment, then glanced at Fran.

"Since that old man won the Division B match in Zone 4, let's test our luck."

"Huh? You believe in this too?"

Fran chuckled twice, tore open the cookie wrapper, and took a bite.

"Hmm...but what you said is true...hmm...these cookies taste pretty good?"

Honestly, Kos wanted to buy a lottery ticket this time entirely because no one was dying.

He began to wonder if he had used up all his luck for the rest of his life, which led him to encounter the immortal at this time.

Undying's performance on the third basement floor of the company was so outstanding that the boss, who was watching the test on the second basement floor, signed him on the spot and even gave him a detached villa in the West District as his residence.

Next door is Markm, the unfortunate guy who got stabbed through the side by an undead.

I heard that his stomach was pierced twice, but luckily there was nothing in his stomach at the time.

Thanks to timely treatment, he only had to stay in bed for a few days before being discharged after his condition improved slightly.

However, this has nothing to do with people dying.

In the past two weeks, he participated in about seven competitions, and won the championship in every single one of them.

Some critics have even begun to pay attention to this mysterious knight who rose from humble beginnings.

From the "precious footage" of him ending each fight in just one or two seconds, a conclusion can be drawn.

If he participates in the triennial Casimir Knights Tournament, he will be at least a top 16 player, and most likely a top 8 player.

This has caused the value of immortals to skyrocket.

Incidentally, Koss and Fran have now become squires specifically responsible for handling the daily lives of the undead.

Their wages increased fivefold, and the company even provided them with company cars.

Koss felt like he was dreaming, having easily increased his salary so many times over.

The key point is that the Undead is usually quiet and doesn't cause trouble. Unlike other knights, he doesn't become famous and start indulging in debauchery and a dissolute private life.

Koss was in charge of the most important thing in the daily lives of the Undead, which was surprisingly going to the firewood market once a week.

Yes, go to the firewood market, buy the best firewood, and then deliver it to the Undead in a special vehicle.

Honestly, this is probably the best-paid firewood worker, with a private car for transportation.

"What should we do now?"

Fran took a sip of water and asked Kos.

"Go find our money-making knight."

Kos adjusted his posture in the seat, fastened his seatbelt, and started the engine.

"Someone wanted to invite him to a private party and offered a hefty sum."

"How many?"

"One million Lungmen dollars."

"puff!"

Fran was drinking water when he sprayed a mouthful onto the windshield, mixing it with some cookie crumbs.

As soon as Kos started the engine and stepped on the accelerator, he instinctively slammed on the brakes.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"I...I was just scared..."

Fran shakily took a few tissues from the side and began cleaning the windshield.

"No, a million! A million! Just so he can see me?"

Fran felt his worldview had been turned upside down. Could anyone really offer that much money?! He had never seen so much money in his life.

Markm, one of the few knights the company is focusing on developing, earns an annual salary of only 500,000.

For men like Fran and Kos who do odd jobs, a monthly salary of five or six thousand is considered good. Even with a several-fold increase, their annual salary is barely close to Markm's level.

But someone wants to see an immortal person, just once, and is willing to pay a million?!

"What's this?"

Koss, with an air of "I've seen it all," said nonchalantly.

"You know, after these few matches, if our cash cow knight were willing to be lenient and take a look at his mailbox, he would see in all sorts of letters trying to poach players that each match is worth at least tens of thousands."

Koss glanced at Fran beside him with a hint of disdain, mocking his limited knowledge.

"Among the letters I helped him process a couple of days ago, two were from Shangcheng District. Shangcheng District, you know?"

Fran nodded, gesturing for Kos to continue.

"Those noble lords wanted the Money Tree Knight to help their families compete, and the price they offered was..."

Kos raised all the fingers of his right hand.

"Five million per show."

"Five...five hundred!! Five million?!"

Fran turned green with fright.

How much money is that?! How many houses could you buy in Kazimir that?!

"Of course, it's just a competition in the Special Major. And if I'm going to help them play, I'll definitely make it to the top 16. Most importantly, the Money Tree Knight has to join their family and take the surname of the corresponding ethnic group."

Koss added. Then he smiled.

"But that old man definitely won't agree."

"How can there be so many?"

Fran was almost numb.

"Because those families are almost out of knights they can field in the competition."

Koss shook his head and took out another cigarette, dangling it from his mouth.

"What a pity. It used to be Kazimir's honor, but now he has to rely on a single match to maintain his status. Hmm... times have changed."

Kos lit a cigarette, and after Fran finished cleaning the windshield, he stepped on the gas and the vehicle drove out of the gas station.

They headed towards the dwelling place of the undead. The western part of the district was mostly residential, and since it wasn't rush hour, the roads were relatively clear.

Fran calmed down for a while, and it took him several minutes to process the fact.

Once he had calmed down a bit, he asked again.

"Who invited him to the meeting?"

Kos glanced at Fran.

"Do you know that Radiant Knight?"

"You know?"

"The family of that Radiant Knight."

Koss's tone carried a hint of regret.

"The Lin Guang family, which some people have already deemed to be in decline."

...

The car was parked in the garden of a villa in the West End. Koss and Fran got out of the car and threw the water bottle into the trash can by the door.

Kos opened the trunk, which contained two bundles of fine firewood.

Kos picked them out at the firewood market early this morning.

"Come here, lend a hand."

Fran came to Kos's side, helped Kos carry a bundle of firewood on his back, and then carried a bundle of firewood himself before closing the trunk.

The two arrived at the villa's entrance.

Kos unlocked the door with his fingerprint, pulled open the two-door door, and revealed the luxurious ceiling decorations inside.

And an empty hall.

At the request of the non-death personnel, they have demolished all the rooms except the first floor and then reinstalled two load-bearing columns.

Koss walked into the hall, and the intense heat made him squint.

Turning the corner from the doorway, a knight clad in silver-white armor sat silently beside a campfire with a sword stuck in it.

"I'm saying, old man, you can't just sit here all day, you need to move around a bit."

"..."

Kos walked into the hall as he spoke, but the Undead ignored him completely.

The two threw the firewood in their hands into the corner of the wall, and then neatly arranged the firewood next to the fire so that the undead could easily take it.

"Ha...it's quite heavy."

Koss patted his hands, which were slightly dusty, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette.

He had previously asked the Undead if he could smoke in his house, and the Undead didn't object. Kos tried smoking one, and the Undead didn't say anything either.

In the past two weeks, Koss has almost figured out the personality of this mysterious knight.

As long as you don't bother him, you can do whatever you want and just focus on your own business.

“I said, old man.”

Koss took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled.

“Our boss, let me and Fran take you to change into some clothes. We need a full-body dark suit. At the very least, we need to change into a set of ceremonial knight's armor.”

"No change."

The Undead finally spoke; this was the third time in the past two weeks that the Undead had uttered a single sentence.

"No, it's just changing clothes, I don't need you to do anything else."