Ark Undead

Koss couldn't help but rub his eyes; he still didn't quite know how to deal with the undead.

The immortal spoke again, uttering only two words.

"No change."

"..."

This time, it was Koss's turn to remain silent.

Fran watched as Kos ran into a wall, and he felt he had to say something.

"Someone wants to see you and invites you to a dinner party. You know, sir, that you need to wear formal attire to a dinner party, right?"

The Undead turned to look at Fran, and he uttered just two words.

"Don't go."

Fran was choked up; he immediately understood how Kos felt.

Koss thought for a moment, then spoke.

"These people offered a lot of money, and given their status, the company couldn't refuse. Although they are a declining knightly family, they are still nobles, and the boss doesn't want to antagonize them. He also said he hopes you can help him this once, for the sake of the firewood and the house."

The Undead raised his head and glanced at Kos.

The boss they were talking about was the one who gave them a house, fulfilled all their demands, and even had the two knights, Kos, one fat and one thin, buy them firewood.

He will not forget this kindness, but the essence of this kindness is actually a transaction.

"Because I'm attending a banquet, I need to change my clothes?"

Koss saw the Undead looking up, he thought.

There is a play!

"Yes! You understand what I mean!"

"Um... I'm not going."

Snapped!

Koss slapped himself in the face.

What's gotten into him that he thinks this lord would give him face?

After thinking it over, Kos rubbed his temples and said.

"Alright, alright, you don't have to change your clothes. We can use the excuse that the Mysterious Knight is protecting his identity."

Koss was somewhat helpless.

"But we should still go, right? After all, they are an ancient knightly family, the family of that Radiant Knight."

The Undead looked at Kos, as if he wanted to hear more reasons.

This means he's starting to develop feelings for her.

"How about it? Think about it?"

Koss struck while the iron was hot.

"Here's what we'll do: if you're going, I'll make a trip to the outskirts of the city tomorrow and go to the firewood factory to find you the best firewood available firsthand."

As he spoke, Kos raised his right hand and held up two fingers.

"Two bundles!"

"Okay, go."

The Money Tree Knight answered quickly and nodded.

Kos breathed a sigh of relief; at least he managed to get him to agree after much pleading and cajoling.

Why do I feel so tired?

It's like haggling with a child.

The difference is that you use toys to bargain with children, but you use the finest firewood to bargain with the undead.

"So, how about you consider changing your clothes?"

Cosmo rubbed his palms, looking at the Undead with a fawning expression.

But the undead looked toward the campfire.

"No change."

26. A knight noble named Nearl

"That Radiant Knight's real name is Margaret Nearl, and she comes from the noble knight family you are going to tonight."

The sky had turned a deep black, with the city lights casting a shimmering glow over the darkness.

"She was the champion of the 22nd Kazimierz Knights Championship three years ago. She stepped onto this stage as an untitled knight, achieving fame for the glory of her family. Upon becoming champion, she received her own title."

A black luxury sedan was driving on the road, which was quite busy. However, this did not affect its speed, simply because the road was wide enough.

"But after that, something happened that made everyone regretful. That Radiant Knight was expelled from the country for concealing his infected identity during the competition. He was also the first knight champion to be expelled from the country in many years."

Fran popped a candy into his mouth and took a sip of water.

Fran even changed into his only custom-made suit. After all, finding a suit that fit his body size was quite a challenge.

"Although there are rumors that she is not an infected person, but was maliciously infected because she had no sponsors and did not contribute to the prosperity of Kazimierz's businesses.

When Kos got to this point, his tone was clearly filled with regret; he was lamenting the departure of the knight.

"However, she did inspire more knights to participate in the knightly competition. Not just for profit, but for the honor of being a knight."

"After all, the financial reports from the previous two years showed that after the Radiant Knight left, more independent knights began to register with the Knights Association. Although they did not contribute to the commercial prosperity of Kazimierz, they did bring many exciting matches."

Fran added from the side, reaching across the seat to hand the Undead a bottle of water.

"Would the old man like some water?"

The Undead shook his head; he was listening to Kos recount stories about the family.

"Unfortunately, after the Radiant Knight left, the old man of the Nearl family also fell ill and became a thing of the past in Kazimierz."

Kos sighed.

"Now, the only two remaining members of the Nearl family are the old man's son, Marner, and the young lady, Maria Nearl, who has never participated in any knightly competitions."

Why do they want to see me?

The Undead asked, puzzled as to why such a declining knightly family would be interested in him.

Moreover, since they have already fallen into decline, why would they take out their precious funds to invite the Undead to a meeting, and only for a brief one?

"Because Mr. Manner is now working in the news department of a company, perhaps this was not a decision made by the Linguang family."

Koss shrugged.

"Mr. Marner invited you over in order to obtain firsthand information about our mysterious new knight, the Undead. After all, you haven't accepted any special interview invitations from any company yet."

Koss chuckled twice; he had a premonition. After tonight, news of the Undying Man's abilities would spread throughout the entire company's upper echelons.

He was eager to see what kind of amazing expression the nobleman would make when Mr. Marner interviewed the immortal.

"If they can be the first company to report on you, not only will your reputation be spread wider, but they will also benefit accordingly."

Koss gripped the steering wheel with his left hand, leaving his right hand free, and held up two fingers.

"That's it, a win-win situation. You need to understand your own value, old man."

"..."

The Undead remained silent; he had no idea what value was in these things. These commercial concepts were completely foreign to him.

Moreover, for this banquet, the Undead also wore a gaudy shawl.

However, since they didn't change clothes, the non-dead person still accepted it.

"In short, don't take this invitation too seriously. Just treat it as a pleasant dinner. Talk to whoever strikes up a conversation with you, and we'll take care of everything else."

Koss spoke confidently; he had plenty of confidence when it came to communicating with people!

If we can overcome even the immortals, what obstacle can't we overcome?!

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I hope you'll consider."

Koss suddenly remembered something, and he nudged Fran, who quickly pulled out a poster from the side.

Fran turned around with some difficulty and handed the poster in his hand to the Undead behind him.

"It's about your armor. If you want to participate in higher-level battles, your armor is no longer sufficient, since it's just ordinary steel."

As Kos spoke, he glanced in the rearview mirror at the undead's very traditional armor.

"For the company's sake, and also for your own sake to gain more honor, I hope you'll consider using the modern armor from our partner company. It can provide a certain degree of strength boost, defense enhancement, and Originium magic enhancement... although, old man, you don't seem to know Originium magic, and besides..."

Before Kos could finish speaking, he heard a deep voice coming from the back seat.

"No change."

"Old man, please consider this. This is also for..."

Boom!

The car shook because the Undead punched the car door.

The car door is dented in a large area, so you can imagine that this side of the door is no longer usable.

Kos glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the undead turn his armor, turning his gaze toward the back of his neck.

"Don't force me to draw my sword."

Kos felt as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water on him from head to toe, making him feel chilled to the bone.

My hands gripped the steering wheel stiffly, and I almost failed to turn in time.

"Okay...okay...no, no..."

Kos recalled the day they first met, when that seemingly ordinary longsword was held to his neck, and even a fool could sense the killing intent and indifference emanating from it.

Although the undead didn't hold the blade to his neck this time, Koss still seemed to feel the cold, sharp edge.