Ark Undead

Then Tianhuo slapped his hand and glared at him, telling him to shut up.

Hearing that Tianhuo was leaving, Melantha breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and greeted Tianhuo, and watched him leave.

After the fire left, Melantha's smile gradually faded, and she slowly lowered her eyes.

Tianhuo people are really nice; Melansa can tell.

At first, Melantha didn't know what to say. She was a little upset, which Skyfire noticed. Skyfire didn't try to argue with Melantha, but instead steered the conversation to other things, successfully getting closer to her.

Melantha, being so perceptive, couldn't possibly have failed to sense that Skyfire was deliberately changing the subject.

Whether Skyfire did it for Melantha's sake or to divert attention from the recent intimate behavior between Skyfire and the Undead, it prevented the relationship between Melantha and Skyfire from becoming too strained.

Melanie suddenly felt a little depressed.

I hadn't intended to knock on the window. But when I saw the Undead reach out his hand and even gesture for Skyfire to reach up, I inexplicably knocked on the glass a few times.

Then she saw Skyfire immediately pull his hand back, looking like a thief, and Melantha couldn't hold back anymore.

He was seething inside, but with a smile on his face, he ran over and sat down next to the Undead. This act, which seemed like a declaration of sovereignty, would definitely be seen as very petty by others.

But Tianhuo didn't expose it, and even tried to build a good relationship with Melantha.

Realizing that Melantha wanted to be alone with the undead, she deliberately made an excuse to leave.

Melanie suddenly felt that she was terrible.

Despite being the teacher's first disciple, she couldn't control her emotions in this kind of situation...

"Melansha".

"Ah...Eh? Teacher."

The Undead called out to Melantha, but Melantha, preoccupied with her affair with Heavenly Fire, hadn't even reacted immediately.

When Melantha realized what was happening, her ears perked up instantly, and she looked up at the Undead.

The Undead just stared at Melantha.

Melanie felt a little flustered. Was the teacher going to scold her?

Just now, Tianhuo seemingly unintentionally told Melantha that she came to find the Undead because she had encountered some problems in learning magic. The Undead simply asked her to extend her hand so that he could teach her how to use magic.

Melanie then realized that her temper tantrum had just interrupted the teacher's lesson.

At this moment, Melantha's ears, which had just perked up, slowly drooped again under the gaze of the undead, her face turning gloomy.

"Teacher, I..."

Melanie was about to apologize when, unexpectedly, a hand was placed on her head.

The undead removed his gauntlets and used his withered left hand to feel the texture of Melantha's hair.

His voice rang out at just the right moment.

"Don't worry, Melanie."

"The Undead said."

"You are my first, and also my most satisfying, student."

Melantha's body stiffened for a moment, then went completely limp.

The Undead noticed Melantha's temper, but he wasn't angry.

He realized that he had been somewhat lacking in care for this student all along.

Aside from the basic swordsmanship she learned from Victoria the first time, the Undead didn't really teach her anything else.

On the contrary, it was Melantha who, through her own observation and persistent practice, reached her current level.

As for the professor's dedication, Maria studied at the Undead's house every day for two months.

The Undead taught her how to use a sword and shield, imparted miracles, and even left her the longsword he used when he was a gladiator in Kazimierz.

In terms of the importance of the professor, Tianhuo obtained the fire of magic from the Undead, as well as almost all the magic spells that the Undead could teach. This was undoubtedly a huge treasure.

But what about Melantha?

Aside from the badge given to Melantha as a return gift, the Undead left Melantha nothing else.

But over time, Melantha's daily practice, her strict self-discipline, and her respect for the undead have actually pushed her to the limit of what a disciple could achieve.

She also acted like an adult, helping the Undead take care of Kroos, and tidying up their rooms and sweeping away excess ashes under the fire when she had time.

Although the Undead treated every student the same, upon careful reflection, he realized that Melantha had actually received the least.

This explains Melanie's unusual behavior today.

As the Undead spoke, he stroked Melantha's hair.

He planned to go to Vulcan's place in a little while to see how the forging of the longsword for Melantha was going.

Unbeknownst to him, Melantha's gaze towards him had already changed.

Just then, Melantha suddenly leaned over, wrapped her arms around the Undead's neck, and rested her entire upper body against the Undead.

Melantha rested her head on the undead's shoulder and sighed contentedly.

"Understood, teacher."

This was the second time she had embraced an immortal.

She still remembers the first time she had such close contact with the undead was on that night that everyone called a disaster.

Melantha and her parents walked further and further away from the Undead. Her vision became increasingly blurred due to blood loss, until she could only see the Undead completely surrounded by a tidal wave of infected.

But for Melantha, that was the day her hero truly appeared in her life.

She will always remember that day, because on that day, she received a gift from her teacher.

Although it was merely a return gift that, in the eyes of the undead, was worth as much as a cake.

But in Melantha's eyes, that was her priceless treasure.

Now, Melantha is finding it hard to define her attitude towards the undead.

More intimate than a simple teacher-student relationship, Melantha knew she longed for everything related to the undead.

Although the Undead still regarded Melantha as their disciple, Melantha felt that it was enough the moment she embraced the Undead.

The Undead remained silent, gently embracing Melantha as she leaned closer, and slowly smoothing her hair at the back of her head.

He could sense Melanie's dependence on him, and he didn't dislike this way of expressing herself; he was just a little unaccustomed to it.

But this did give him a very different feeling.

Some people are thinking about him, some people care a lot about his attitude towards them, and they will feel joy, anger, sorrow and happiness because of the undead's attitude towards her.

For the undead, Melantha was the first person to give him this feeling.

He couldn't give this feeling a specific name; he couldn't put it into words.

But it feels good.

When we have the chance to see Solar again, why don't we ask him?

Having made up his mind, the Undead nodded slightly.

Later that evening, the Undead parted ways with Melantha, and the Undead returned to her room.

Skyfire seems to still be running around trying to settle down on Rhodes Island.

I originally planned to help Tianhuo resolve her problem today to avoid any unforeseen complications, but it seems I'll have to postpone it now.

There's no rush, though. After all, Skyfire has already been left on Rhodes Island, so there'll definitely be plenty of time in the future.

Thinking this, the Undead opened the door to his room.

He still remembered the campfire in his room; when he left that morning, the Undead had thrown in a few extra pieces of firewood. But it had been burning for almost a day, so the fire should be quite small by now; he hoped it wouldn't go out.

But when the Undead opened the door, he was surprised to see a campfire burning brightly in his room.

The firewood in the campfire seemed to have been recently kindled; it hadn't turned completely black yet.

Just as the Undead was wondering what was going on, there was a noise coming from the bathroom in his room.

The bathroom door opened, and a white-haired girl walked out.

With his wet hair draped over his shoulders, the bounty hunter didn't seem to care that he was only wearing a casual T-shirt.

She glanced at the undead, then spoke to him calmly.

"Could you please bring me the clothes that are over there?"

The Undead glanced back and saw Skadi's most frequently worn combat uniform.

He also picked up the clothes and went to Skadi's side as if nothing was wrong, and handed them to her.

"Thank you."

Skadi thanked the Undead, and then, without any hesitation, began to put on her clothes in front of him.

"When did you get back?"

The Undead returned to the campfire and fiddled with the firewood with the spiral sword stuck in the fire to make sure it burned completely.

"I just got back. It's warmer here, so I came over to take a shower."

Skadi answered while getting dressed.

Their conversation was like the everyday chat between two people who know each other very well after they get home.

None of them realized that something was amiss.

"The campfire is very comforting. I've been a little unaccustomed to not having a campfire during this time away from home."

The Undead nodded, took a piece of firewood from the side, broke it in half, and threw it in to add to the fire.

"Well, it's fine."

255. News from Haisi

After Skadi changed her clothes, the Undead had already cleaned up the firewood in the campfire again.

There are techniques to burning a campfire. If the fire is not placed correctly and the size of the flame is not controlled, it will produce thick smoke and the flames will drift around and be of inconsistent size.