Ark Undead

"?" Warfarin glanced at Froststar with a puzzled look, but ignored her words.

After quickly drawing blood, the blood was transferred to a test tube, and the person left the room.

Big Bear and the others had been waiting outside the door for ages. When Big Bear told them that Frostnova had woken up, all the members of the Yeti team crowded around the doorway.

When Warfarin came out, a group of burly men surrounded her, staring at her.

"Go inside, go inside, just don't make too much noise."

Upon hearing Warfarin's words, the members of the Yeti team first respectfully made way for her, then squeezed into the room, almost breaking the door frame in the process.

Froststar couldn't help but smile when she saw her usual companions.

It seems they're alright.

"Big sister! You're finally awake! How are you feeling?"

"Big sister, are you alright? Does your head hurt?"

"Big sister..."

The Yetis crowded around Frostnova's bed, behaving very well, and none of them touched her.

The Undead took a step back, allowing Big Bear and the others to excitedly gather around the bedside.

Let's wait for them to talk, and then we'll discuss it further.

A dozen minutes later, Warfarin came to Froststar's ward to ask her to leave.

Although Big Bear and the others were still a little reluctant to part with her, seeing Frostnova wake up was enough for them.

After lingering for a while with reluctance, Warfarin still kicked her out.

It is said that Froststar has just woken up and needs time to adapt to the environment, and also needs to rest for a while.

After the Yeti team members left, Frostnova's smile gradually faded.

Warfarin and the Undead stood by Frostnova's bedside, and Warfarin handed the list to Frostnova.

"Even though you can't understand it, as a doctor, I still have to give it to you and let you take a look."

Warfarin was dressed in white, and her scarlet eyes gave her a striking contrast.

"In short, your Oripathy has been suppressed to the level of a severe case. Hmm... you might not have a good grasp of that. But from today onwards, although Oripathy can still be the culprit that takes your life, as long as it is well controlled, it will not significantly affect your daily life."

Warfarin looked at Frostnova, who was staring blankly at the medical record in her hand, and continued.

"As a doctor, my advice to you is to stop using Originium Arts and continue to stay away from Originium environments. This will allow your condition to continue to improve until you become a mild case."

Froststar looked up, nodded politely to Warfarin, and expressed her gratitude.

"Thank you."

"It's nothing. You just woke up today, so rest for another day. Dr. Kal'tsit and the Doctor will come to see you tomorrow to ask about some things. We'll talk about other things then."

Warfarin tidied up the medicine bottles and IV supplies on the table, held them in her arms, and glanced at the Undead next to her.

"You can tell him what you want to eat. However, as a doctor, I still don't recommend eating high-calorie foods like fried foods right now."

After giving a long list of instructions, Warfarin left Frostnova's lounge with her equipment.

Now, only the Undead and Froststar remained in Froststar's hospital room.

Frostnova leaned back against the pillow behind her, turned around, and glanced at the two shield guards standing behind the glass wall.

"They are, the patriots..."

"Ah."

The Undead also glanced back. The two Shieldbearers and Frostnova met each other's gazes, but then gave the Undead a pleading look.

The Undead turned his head and looked at Frostnova.

"You know."

“When I saw them here, I knew what had happened.”

Froststar took a deep breath, and her eyes turned a little red the instant she inhaled.

"I don't want to talk to them for the time being. Could you please pass on my message?"

The Undead turned back to the door, opened it, and relayed Frostnova's condition to the shield guards outside.

The two shield bearers nodded, indicating that they would remain on Rhodes Island for the time being and await Frostnova's response.

"If Lady Frostnova wishes to take on this responsibility, we will stand by her side."

After saying that, the two left Froststar's hospital room.

The Undead closed the door and returned to Frostnova's bedside.

Froststar lowered her head, her two limp ears drooping limply, and her hair looked somewhat disheveled. She had just woken up and hadn't had time to tidy herself up yet.

Seeing Frostnova's condition, the Undead grabbed a stool from the side and sat down.

"Talulah is dead. Her body does indeed belong to another person. W told you that, right?"

"Ah."

"From the very beginning, it was that person who controlled Talulah, making her do many unreasonable things. But at least in the end, she made her choice."

The Undead's voice reached Frostnova's ears, causing her to compose herself, raise her head, and force a smile at the Undead.

Did she... say anything?

"It was her who told me to kill her."

"The Undead said in a deep voice."

Although we lack sufficient understanding of Talulah, it is an indisputable fact that the Undead were able to so easily keep the Black Serpent in the Core City with her help.

At least in this battle, Talulah did not choose to aid and abet evil; she chose to sacrifice herself.

"If everything is normal, I think she's fine."

The immortal gave his assessment.

Through their two interactions with Frostnova, the Undead gained a glimpse into Talulah's character, and the current outcome was something they could accept.

The decisions made so far were not made by Talulah; she has not betrayed the ideals of the Reunion Movement.

However, the price to prove this innocence was far too heavy.

"The Kingslayer, Shattered Bones, are still alive. They're in Lungmen's hands."

The immortal thought for a moment and then added another sentence.

"At least, I'm alive."

Froststar remained silent for a long time before speaking in a hoarse, heartbreaking voice.

"What about him?"

Although no names were mentioned, the Undead certainly knew who Frostnova was referring to.

The immortals remained silent.

Even if no one dies, Frostnova knows what will happen to Patriot.

They had communicated before; Patriot had told Frostnova long ago that something was wrong with Talulah.

Patriots at that time had considered getting rid of Talulah.

But Frostnova persuaded Patriot to stay calm, believing that everyone needed time, especially a young leader like Talulah. However, she never imagined it would end this way.

A silence gradually settled between the two, and cold snowflakes drifted down outside the window, clinging to the glass as if unwilling to leave.

Tears gradually slid down her cheeks, which should have been slightly rosy, and dripped from Froststar's chin onto the white blankets.

The Undead stared at the obvious tear stains but made no move.

For him to speak about the situation of patriots is far too despicable.

There was no sound, not even as the tears flowed more and more.

The Undead simply sat on the bench, waiting for Frostnova to vent her emotions.

For this girl who began to face hardship at a young age, reality crushed her ideals and all her efforts, then sprinkled them with salt and pepper before presenting them to her, forcing her to savor them carefully.

She never showed weakness in front of others; her strong nature made her seem like a block of ice, unapproachable yet never collapsing.

But when this strength is shattered, the sense of powerlessness hidden inside acts like a water pump, drawing out the bitterness and grievances from the depths.

Several minutes later, Frostnova raised her arm, wiped away her tears with her sleeve, and asked the Undead with reddened eyes and a trembling throat.

Where is his... his body?

"Rhodes Island, preserve it."

As the Undead spoke, he pulled out two pieces of paper from the side and handed them to Frostnova.

"I'll wait until you feel a little better, then I'll go see you."

"Ah."

Frostnova took the tissue from the Undead, blew her nose which was almost dripping with snot, then sniffled twice and exhaled.

His already frail body, after sleeping for three or four days, appeared even weaker, as if he were recovering from a serious illness. His sickly appearance evoked a deep sense of pity from the bottom of one's heart.

But people who don't die don't experience these sensations.

"Stay on Rhodes Island and get some rest during this time."

Silence fell between them again.

After a long silence, Froststar's hoarse and weak voice rang out again.

"How did he die?"

"I killed him."

The Undead looked at Frostnova and said directly.

This was an answer Frostnova had anticipated; only the Undead possessed the power to withstand the Patriots.

But this answer still made Frostnova clench her fists, and the tissue in her hand crumpled into a ball.

The Undead paused for a moment.