Ark Undead

As was customary, the immortal also uttered one word.

This scene always happens after every battle; Kos is used to it.

"Even though you keep saying the enemy is weak, the time is still gradually going on."

Kos chuckled.

"There's nothing we can do about it. After watching your video, those knightly orders all felt that apart from the heavily armored knights who excel in defense, anyone who wanted to last a minute one-on-one against you was just wishful thinking."

The Undead remained silent; he could actually handle it all, but he simply didn't want to expend so much effort.

The heavily armored knights could indeed cause him some trouble, but they were simply too strong to break through.

If he truly wanted to kill his opponent, he would never choose to end the fight with a shield bash.

In fact, the Undead had already seized the opportunity the moment the Gun-Shield Knight first drew his spear. He stepped forward, and with just one shield bash against the Knight's shield, the Undead's longsword could pierce the man's neck.

However, even the immortal has changed. He was never someone who enjoyed killing. If it wasn't a life-or-death battle, he would be fine with anything.

“I can tell that you were merciful, sir. Unlike some knights who take pleasure in torture.”

Koss shrugged.

"We're not worried about anything right now. The only headache for the coaching staff is figuring out what kind of teammates to find for you in multi-on-multi battles."

When he said that, he subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror, fearing that someone might immediately say something if he didn't die.

I don't need teammates.

As it turns out, the immortals did not speak.

He didn't care at all what Kos was saying.

This guy was still thinking about which pile of firewood to choose from when he got back.

Which piece of firewood should I favor today?

"After all, your performance so far has been too well-rounded, whether it's offense or defense. Apart from Originium Arts, you have no weaknesses."

Kos sighed.

In fact, besides serving as a squire to the undead, Kos is also a fan of knightly duels and gets excited when he sees exciting matches.

Unfortunately, the company's hottest player right now, the Cavaliers, doesn't excite Kos. He only gets a headache.

"But don't rush it. There's still some time before the Cavaliers Major. You can think about it carefully."

As Kos spoke, the vehicle had already turned onto a road outside the Undead's house.

"Anyway, for you, sir... um? Why is someone here?"

Right in front of the Undead's house, there was a strange car parked.

Koss had never seen it before, so it definitely wasn't one of his company's vehicles.

Meanwhile, standing at the door of the Undead's house were two other figures.

The immortal looked over and saw a familiar face.

Kuranta's blonde hair was neatly tied up, and the natural curls, far from looking messy, instead created a wave-like beauty.

"Mr. Undying!"

Little Maria excitedly waved to the undead, wanting to come over and say hello, but was pulled back by the people beside her.

Standing next to Little Kuranta was a female knight in light armor, her hair tied back with a ribbon, and a slightly pointed cap held between two fluffy golden ears.

"Old man, your friend?"

Kos glanced back at the Undead. If they were here to see him, then Kos and Fran were no longer responsible.

The immortal glanced at the two people over there and nodded.

"I'm getting off. You guys, go back."

"Okay, we'll come find you again if we need anything, don't wander off!"

Once the immortal got out of the car, Kos immediately drove back.

Kos remembered that knight, whose whip-wielding skills were superb, and who had also reached the top 16 in the Knights Major in Kazimierz.

Unfortunately...

As for why the whip-wielding Zofia would visit the Undead, and who the little girl next to her is...

What is their purpose?

Koss didn't ask, nor did he want to.

Sometimes, it's better to be a little oblivious than to live so clearly.

Fran popped a candy into his mouth without thinking too much about it.

They must be fans of the immortal old man, right?

should?

30. You must become the sun.

"Mr. Undying!"

After Kos and Fran left, little Maria ran up to him and bowed to the undead in a childlike manner, then excitedly told him.

"I watched your match! It was amazing! You only used two Shield Bashes! How did you do that?!"

As Maria spoke, she began mimicking the movements of an undead.

His left hand seemed to be holding a shield, while his right hand was loosely gripping. After thrusting out, he immediately bent down and squatted, taking a step forward to the left. Then, the imaginary shield he held in his left hand slammed out along with the step.

Its appearance was somewhat similar to the movements of an immortal.

It's hard to imagine that this was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl who imitated the action after just one glance.

The immortal looked at the little girl and thought she was quite interesting.

"It's just a habit."

The undead spoke in a low voice, his gaze gradually moving upwards until it landed on the female knight who had been standing there.

"Moreover, if you practice, you can do it too."

He knew that Maria's arrival wasn't the point; the point was who brought her, and it was clearly this lightly armored Kuranta female knight.

The female knight naturally sensed the undead's gaze. She walked over and first performed a knightly salute to the undead, who was also a knight, placing her right hand on her left chest, bowing slightly and nodding to him.

"Greetings, Undead Lord. I am Whipblade, the Independent Knight. You may call me by my name, Zofia."

Even though her gaze wasn't particularly friendly, she still maintained the proper demeanor of a knight and greeted the undead.

"At the same time, I am also Maria Nearl's aunt, although the age difference is not large."

Since the other party had already bowed to him, the undead also followed the tradition of Kazimierz and bowed to the lady in front of him.

"Immortal."

He simply told her his name.

As for his identity... to be honest, the Undead doesn't think it's necessary to tell him.

Anyway, they know part of it, don't they?

"Why did you come to me?"

The immortal asked his question directly.

Zofia stepped forward and pulled Maria, who was circling around the undead, trying to examine the armor on its body closely.

She reached out and touched Maria's head before looking at the Undead.

"Because this child wants to see you, she came to beg me to bring her out."

Zofia said with a hint of helplessness.

“Since you’ve been to the Lighthouse Mansion, you should know that this child’s uncle is Marna. He doesn’t approve of Maria having any contact with any racing knights. Although he won’t stop the child from watching the games in private, he won’t introduce her to any knights as teachers.”

She looked the undead up and down at the armor on its body.

It looks exactly the same as what we saw in the game, but now that we're looking at it up close, we can make even more sure of every detail of the armor.

This is armor handcrafted by traditional artisans, imbued with their emotions.

"Maria said you were a very kind person, and didn't laugh at her unrealistic ideas. Instead, you told her she should start exercising to achieve her goals."

Zofia's expression softened slightly.

"Furthermore, I have a strong interest in you. I believe that not only me, but anyone who has witnessed the knightly competition of the old era would be fond of you. This is not only because of your exceptionally solid fundamentals, but also because of the armor you wear."

The Undead didn't understand these things. In his mind, everyone wore this kind of thing, and he himself was most used to this kind of full-body armor.

"but."

Zofia's expression suddenly turned serious.

“This child told me that she wants to follow you, become your apprentice, and learn knightly skills.”

Even the immortal was taken aback when he heard those words.

This doesn't seem to be the first time someone has wanted to be my student.

"This child's uncle would never agree to her becoming a competitive knight."

Zofia's words were firm.

“My opinion is the same as her uncle’s: Maria is not yet ready to participate in the knightly competition. Not everyone can become a legend like her sister. Besides, the task of reviving a family should not fall on the shoulders of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old!”

Maria pouted, feeling indignant after hearing these words.

Why can't I revive the family? What my sister can do, I can do too!

The Undead looked at Zofia, then glanced at little Maria, who was pouting and sulking beside her.

"Anyway, come in first."

The immortal arrived at his own door, unlocked it with his key, and turned to the two people behind him.

"Come in and tell me slowly."