Ark Undead

He was taken aback when he saw that the immortal had changed his clothes, then quickly went to the immortal's side and waited respectfully.

The Undead glanced sideways at the Lupo tribesman.

"May I have your name?"

"Replying to General Yan, my surname is Yan, and my given name is Di."

Yan Di was indeed a pure Yan citizen. His respect for the immortals was cultivated from the legends he had heard since childhood, and it was definitely not something he was pretending to do.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked the immortal for an autograph the moment he saw him.

"Yan Di, very good."

The immortal nodded and continued to ask.

"Does the Karan Trading Company have a presence in the Great Yan?"

"Kallan trade?"

Yan Di paused for a moment, then hesitated and shook his head.

"You mean that big company in Shelag? As far as I know, Shangshu has no dealings with Kalan Trade, nor does it have a Kalan Trade office building. Perhaps it does exist in the capital."

The immortal thought for a moment, then asked again.

"Rhodes Island, do you have it?"

"Rhodes Island... Oh, there really is one."

Yan Di thought for a moment and then gave the Undead a location.

"There's a Rhodes Island office on the road near Wangjingmen. But I've rarely seen anyone go there."

At this point, Yan Di, with his keen insight, asked a question in a low voice.

"Is Your Excellency traveling? Would you like me to arrange transportation for you?"

"..."

The Undying Man always felt that the Great Yan people were a bit too thorough in their work.

In the Da Yan dialect, is this called being tactful and diplomatic?

Just as Ongstein said, the Great Yan's treatment of the Undead was partly to use their existence for its own purposes. If that's the case, why not accept it without feeling guilty?

"can."

"Please wait a moment, I'll arrange it right away!"

...

Not long after, a black Originium sedan stopped on the riverside road near the river.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door for the back seat.

An undead man dressed in black stepped out of the car.

Yan Di personally drove the vehicle for the Undead. It must be said, his driving skills were indeed excellent.

In a city like Shangshu, which is nestled against mountains and beside water with extremely steep slopes, Yan Di was able to clear the land without shaking or swaying, as if walking on flat ground.

After the immortal got off the vehicle, Yan Di spoke.

"My lord, shall I wait here?"

"Need not."

"Yes."

Yan Di didn't say much. After returning to the driver's seat, he immediately drove away.

Yan Di really left without trying to find out what the Undead were up to, which surprised the Undead.

Is Liang Xun really just going to let the undead wander around the city like that?

What exactly is his purpose?

But there's no need to think about these things now.

The immortal followed the directions Yan Di gave him and entered an alley.

It's only a little past nine o'clock, and the roads in Shangshu City are still brightly lit, with people walking around everywhere.

People kept gathering around the food carts and barbecue stalls along the street, creating a lively and bustling scene.

The undead continued along the alleyway, climbing several flights of stairs, before finally spotting the familiar Rhodes Island logo on a roadside sign.

As you turn into the fork in the road, the light dims instantly, and there are hardly any people around. Even the streetlights along the road are spaced a little further apart.

In this slightly dark alley, two or three houses still had their lights on.

One of the houses had a triangular flag hanging in front of it.

The immortal arrived at the door and knocked.

"Who is it? Why are you knocking so late?"

The voice inside sounded drowsy, but the footsteps immediately began to move.

"Could it be a rent collection call? Didn't we agree on a two-day grace period? Headquarters hasn't transferred the money yet..."

Squeak.

The old-fashioned gate opened, and a Sarkaz with curved horns on his head opened it.

He was quite old, with a full beard and sunken eyes, looking frail and sickly.

"I'm looking for Rhode Island, the office."

The Undead pointed to the flag beside him and said.

"Is this the place?"

The man was stunned for a moment before nodding, half-asleep.

"Yes...yes...wait, who are you?"

The man sized up the undead for a long time before speaking.

"I don't owe you money, do I?"

270. Rhodes Island Operator, Greyhound

The immortal was suddenly choked by those words.

He didn't know how to respond to this Rhodes Island operator. After all, it was the first time he had seen this operator, yet he was able to say those words to an undead.

What does this mean? It means that he frequently borrows money from people, and it seems he doesn't repay it.

"Why are you calling to ask for money so late at night? Is it because you urgently need it?"

The Sarkaz operator assumed the Undead had acquiesced when the Undead remained silent.

He looked the Undead up and down, glanced at his physique, and clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Nice outfit, bro. Which club do you work at? Victorian style, top-quality leather. You've got a good physique too, and you're wearing a mask, are you afraid of being recognized by someone you know?"

As he spoke, Sarkaz put the tobacco tucked between his fingers into his mouth and then reached into his pocket.

He took an awkward drag on his cigarette, exhaled the smoke from the corner of his mouth, and then pulled out a large roll of coupons and a crumpled Lungmen Dollars from the innermost pocket of his clothes.

"Look, I don't have much money here... The main problem is, I haven't been getting any orders during the Spring Festival, and headquarters hasn't transferred the money yet. You know my situation..."

Sarkaz then used his index and middle fingers to hold the cigarette in his mouth, reached behind his head, and scratched his head with the remaining fingers.

"How about this, if you really encounter any difficulties, tell me and I'll see if I can help you sort it out. Can you give me a few more days?"

As Nasarkaz spoke to the Undead, the Undead pulled out a card from his person.

At first, Nasarkaz didn't see what the Undead had taken out. But when the Undead pulled out the card, he immediately smiled broadly, with a hint of shyness in his smile.

"Oh, you know what kind of person I am. Why would I go to a place like this? Besides, I like women, not men! If you have any friends who work in food delivery, we could at least exchange information. Don't worry, I won't forget to promote your business! Hehe..."

The immortal didn't understand a word he said, but he grasped a little of what he meant.

He could only speak helplessly.

"Take a closer look."

Taking advantage of the dim light in the street, which still provided some visibility, he saw the shape of the card in the undead's hand.

His shy smile froze instantly, turning into an incomprehensible awkwardness.

"Ah...from headquarters?"

"You can say that if you want."

The Undead nodded; he was indeed from headquarters, from the Rhodes Island main ship.

Nasarkaz stared at the undead for a while, not even noticing when his cigarette burned down to the butt.

A short while later, the Undead were welcomed into the room by the Sarkaz.

The undead walked in and saw a dusty table and two wooden stools that had been hastily wiped clean.

Nasakaz lit another cigarette and scratched his hair with the hand holding the cigarette.

The two sat on a wooden stool, staring at each other.

"Hey, you should have said you were from headquarters earlier. I've been waiting for you for ages."

Sarkaz tried to cover up the scene with a joke.

"Look, it's been a year or two since I last got in touch with you guys, and you haven't even given me the necessary operating funds. If it weren't for our past friendship, I would have quit long ago. Now that you've all finally come back, you have no idea what kind of hardship I've endured these past two years!"

Sarkaz's expression was so vivid that even the Undead themselves would have been fooled if they hadn't just witnessed his other side.

"Ever since the headquarters stopped providing the activity funds, I knew something was wrong. I couldn't get in touch with them no matter what I tried. Every day I'm spending my time picking up discarded vegetable scraps at the market. I can't even start a small business. Without official certification from Yan and Rhodes Island headquarters, I can't start my own business."

"If it weren't for... ah, the friendly and kind neighbors who often help me out, I don't know how I would survive!"

Sarkaz spoke with tears streaming down his face, as if he were truly a poor person who relied on the charity of others for survival.

Those enigmatic, knowing smiles on his face just now seemed to have never appeared.

The Undead remained silent for a long time, unsure of what to say; this was the first time he had ever encountered someone like this.