Ark Undead

Of course, it would be even better if you could run into one or two old friends.

265. Firecrackers? Fireworks!

On the border of Shangshu, beside one of the river's ports.

Onstan moved his body carefully, afraid that he might accidentally capsize the boat.

Finally, he reached the pier by taking the hand extended by the immortal, and turned back to thank the boatman.

The boatman waved and bowed before starting to clean the cabin.

The boat fare was settled when we were almost at the port. For the three of us, we paid a total of 10000 Lungmen dollars. Immortal and Chen each paid 2000, and Ongstan paid 4000. Immortal also gave the boatman a 2000 tip.

Although the concept of tipping is not common in the Great Yan Dynasty, the fact that someone almost died and the boatman was nearly frightened is a form of compensation for emotional distress.

The boatman remained silent and sailed the boat for a whole day and night with a steady hand, which was quite professional. The 2000 yuan was well worth it.

After the group reached the shore, many people stared at Ornstein and the Undead.

Chen's appearance and clothing seemed normal. However, the undead armor and Onstan's large size clearly made her stand out from the others, so it was quite normal for her to be the center of attention.

When the three of them arrived at the exit with their travel permits, the Undying Man and his companions finally understood why Wei Yanwu insisted on having Chen Lai lead them on a tour of Yan Kingdom.

"Former head of the Lungmen Inspectorate, Senior Superintendent of the Lungmen Guard Bureau?"

The prosecutor sitting next to the border crossing was a Rupo. He looked up at Chen with some surprise, then glanced down at the travel document in her hand, and scrutinized her for a while with some doubt.

"Would you like me to show you my police ID?"

As Chen spoke, he began to take out his police ID from his bag.

The prosecutor quickly waved his hand, but looked at the travel document over and over again several times, and then repeatedly confirmed that the Chen in the photo was the same person he was seeing now.

"No one can forge a travel document. Although it looks like a letter used hundreds of years ago, and anyone could draw on it and write on it, it has been improved long ago."

The prosecutor took a small machine from the side and placed the travel document on the sensor area for a moment.

drop!

After a sound, all the information about Chen appeared on the machine's screen.

This includes information about Chen's past merits, where she attended university, when she started working at the Lungmen Guard Bureau, and her family relationships.

The prosecutor's gaze softened after seeing the results displayed on the machine, but his expression turned serious again when he saw the last section on Chen's family relationships.

He slid the document up and down for a while before putting it down, stamping it with another stamp, and then returning it to Chen.

"Passed, next one."

He glanced at Chen a couple more times before immediately shifting his gaze to the undead behind him.

The undead stepped forward and handed the travel document to the prosecutor from inside his armor.

"Then I'll go through customs first and wait for you."

Chen and the Undead greeted each other and then walked over first.

Before the immortal could even look away, he heard the prosecutor in front of him exclaim in surprise.

"I'm out?!"

Then, the immortal saw the prosecutor look up at him with an expression that went from initial confusion to disbelief and then ecstasy.

Undead cannot comprehend how human emotions can change so rapidly.

The prosecutor quickly composed himself, stamped the pass for the undead, and then secretly slipped a small piece of paper into it.

He whispered to the immortal as he handed it to him.

"Mr. Knight, if it's convenient, could you please pick up the pen next to me and leave me your autograph?"

"..."

The immortal picked up a pen from the pen holder next to him, wrote his own words on the paper, and then handed the note back to the prosecutor.

The prosecutor carefully folded the note twice, put it in his inner pocket, then reached out and half-forced the Undead to shake hands again before reluctantly watching him pass through.

Not long after the Undead cleared the level, Ornstein also cleared it.

The three walked forward along the passage, with Onstan keeping his head down, making it a little difficult for him to walk.

"With your height, it must be inconvenient for you to go anywhere, right? I'm starting to wonder what you looked like when you went through the Longmen border checkpoint."

Chen couldn't help but chuckle at Ongstein's expression.

Onstan said with a hint of helplessness.

"There's nothing I can do. Although I can get bigger, I can't get smaller. When I went through the Longmen border checkpoint, I was sitting in the corridor when a kind policeman helped me go in, did the paperwork, and handed my things over."

Ornstein could still recall that low ceiling, and he suddenly felt that Rhodes Island's ceilings were already quite high.

At least he could stretch his body when he stood up in the room. Aside from being a bit inconvenient in the hallways, the facilities at Rhodes Island were very user-friendly for Ornstein.

The only issue is the size of the normal facilities.

Ever since Vulcan made a stool of his size for Onstan, he has taken his stool with him wherever he goes.

Bring a stool to the bar, and bring a stool to the coffee shop too.

For this, we have to thank that little girl, Blue Poison, who was the first to suggest making a special bench for Ornstein.

"The next step is to check your personal belongings. You will probably be asked to take off your armor."

Chen said to the immortal beside him.

"But I know your habits. You'll be going through security with me in a bit, and I'll take care of all the arrangements."

"Thank you."

The immortal nodded his thanks.

Along the way, Chen's identity did bring a lot of convenience. Longmen was a large city in Da Yan, and Chen's identity certificate allowed him to enjoy privileges in many places. You could also tell a lot from the way the prosecutor looked at Chen just now.

Of course, the main reason was the special symbol Chen used to mark the section for relatives, which was the reason why the prosecutor's gaze towards Chen was not quite right.

Even now, no one knows who Chen's parents are, unless they die. All that is known is that Chen was a descendant of Wei Yanwu, and that his status and position were probably not low.

I just don't understand why Chen chose to become a policeman, and a senior superintendent in the Lungmen Guard Bureau, risking his life so many times.

It was probably just Wei Yanwu trying to train Chen.

Perhaps Chen himself has his own special ideas.

With Chen's identification, the checks on the Undead were much more relaxed; when passing through, the Undead didn't even need to take off their helmets.

However, the greatsword on his back and the spiral sword at his waist still attract a lot of attention.

Needless to say, Onstan, standing among ordinary people, is like a giant; such a colossal figure always attracts many fearful glances.

By the time they completed the entire process and officially entered Shangshu territory, it was already the second night after they left Longmen.

The three of them had been traveling all night and hadn't rested much in order to get through the border as soon as possible.

The immortals and Onstan can hold on, but Chen is just an ordinary person; she still needs rest.

The three of them discussed it and found a hotel in this small riverside town at the border crossing to rest for the night. They would pack up and figure out how to cross the Shu Road the next day.

Once they arrived at the inn, after asking for an iron basin and some firewood as usual, the Undead comfortably stuck the Spiral Sword into the pile of firewood and lit a fire.

boom!

The flames were lit, dispelling the chill from the air. With the Spring Festival approaching, there was already a festive atmosphere in Shangshu.

Chen sat by the campfire, watching with some surprise as the undead lit the fire, while taking out the food he had brought with him to eat.

"Flames..."

With a pointed remark, Onstan sat comfortably by the fire, mimicking the undead, and squinted his eyes.

"You have this habit too?"

The Undead looked at Onstan and chatted with him casually.

Onstan shook his head.

"I'm not used to it, but when I see flames, especially your flames, I always feel a sense of closeness."

As a god who prospered because of fire in the Age of Fire, he naturally felt a strong affinity for the primordial fire.

"You know what, in the few days I've known you, sometimes I see a bit of Gwyn in you."

Ongstein spoke in a way that Chen didn't understand, glancing at the bag of dry rations Chen took out of his package.

Chen noticed that Ongstein wanted to try it, so he offered Ongstein a bag.

Onstan gave a hearty smile and accepted the offer without any formality.

"Gwyn, the King of Cinder."

The Undead nodded; he had a very deep impression of this king.

But even now, the Undead can't quite explain how they view Gwyn, the King.

He used to think that Gwyn was far away from him, an existence he could not reach.

But at the end of his first journey, he personally sent this king to his death, passing on the First Flame.

When he awoke again, he was suddenly struck by the realization that, without his noticing, his power had surpassed that of many, even reaching a level comparable to that of the ancient gods.

He himself became a legend, the nameless immortal who opened the path of the inherited flame.

"Have you seen the King?"

Onstan looked at the immortal with curiosity.

"After he went to the Initial Furnace, he never disappeared again... Oh, right."

Onstan understood, nodded, then bit off a large piece of dry rations, chewed it a couple of times, and swallowed it.

"You should have seen it before."

"He died by my hand."

"The Undead said."

"Together with me, become the First Flame."