Ark Undead

"Damn it, are you from Victoria or Kazimir? I bet it's neither. Judging by your ashamed look, you're probably a mercenary from Kazdel, aren't you? Heh heh..."

Just then, it seemed that the two of them were making too much noise, and there was a knock on the door.

There was also a slightly aged female voice, yet one that couldn't hide her anger.

"It's so late at night! Can't people sleep?! If you want to fight, go outside! It's so noisy and disruptive inside!"

The greyhound's expression changed; he seemed to recognize the owner of the voice outside.

The Undead also turned his head to take a look, then turned back to look at the Greyhound.

"You know him?"

Greyhound's lips twitched twice, and the anger on his face instantly melted away, turning into a fawning smile in the blink of an eye.

"They're our neighbors, they have nothing to do with this, what do you think?"

boom!

The greyhound's body landed on the ground as the Undead released his grip.

“I am from Rhodes Island.”

The Undead looked at the Greyhound.

"Go, resolve it, come back, and we'll talk about it slowly."

The greyhound, with a somewhat disgustingly fawning expression, got up from the ground and went to open the door.

The person who didn't die heard the greyhound apologize to the old lady at the door.

It must have been dark by then, because the old lady couldn't see the bloodstains on the greyhound's head clearly, and she just grumbled a couple more times.

Then they asked if I had eaten.

The greyhound quickly replied, "I'll eat, I'll eat," thus appeasing the old lady.

Greyhound breathed a sigh of relief once the door closed again.

He returned to the room and looked at the undead sitting motionless on the bench.

"I am the immortal."

The Undead tossed the card in his hand to the Greyhound.

Greyhound hurriedly caught it, and then heard the Undead say something.

“You have the machine to verify it.”

The operator's cards have anti-counterfeiting features; each Rhodes Island base has a special scanning machine that can scan the authenticity of the cards.

Greyhound can find out whether the Undying Man is telling the truth or not simply by scanning him with a machine.

"Ah... a machine."

The greyhound's voice trailed off, its face, covered in dust and scars, filled with embarrassment.

He spoke somewhat timidly.

"I opened it and sold it."

"..."

The Undead suddenly realized that coming to Rhodes Island's base in Shang Shu might have been a mistake.

271. Okay, bro!

"I dismantled it and sold it."

After Greyhound said that, he clearly saw the Undead's fist retract slightly. He quickly covered his head, crouched in the corner, and then shouted loudly.

"No! Let me explain! I didn't mean to sell! This place also has rent; Da Yan wouldn't let Rhodes Island use a location for free. Besides, this place is on a commercial street near Binjiang Road. You could see a night market when you came, right? This area is quite lively! The rent must be expensive!"

The Undead just heard him say that Rhodes Island hadn't contacted him for two years, and he didn't expect the man to be living in such a sorry state.

Greyhound continued.

"Over the past two years, I've completely depleted my savings, I've stopped earning a salary, and I'm even losing money! If I hadn't been so broke, I wouldn't have sold this thing!"

Greyhound was also quite aggrieved, having spent three years in a foreign land. Although the people of Da Yan were nice, his job was to maintain Rhodes Island's branch in Shang Shu. Not only had he lost contact with headquarters two years ago, but he was also all alone.

Firstly, they had no operating funds; secondly, they had even spent all their own money and were heavily in debt. If they didn't clear out the facilities and sellable items they brought with them, this place would probably have been taken back by the Great Yan government long ago.

He didn't want to sell anything; he couldn't even afford to eat, let alone conduct information gathering activities.

As a diplomatic professional, Greyhound has certainly fulfilled its duties.

"Look! I haven't been able to contact headquarters for the past two years, and I've even caught two or three foreign spies trying to gather information from Rhodes Island. I've poured all my money into it, and I'm not planning to run away. I'm not a traitor, am I?"

Seeing that the Undead hadn't made a move yet, Greyhound gradually relaxed his guard, stood up from the corner, and sat down on a stool.

"I didn't expect anyone to come at this time of year, the Spring Festival. What's going on at headquarters? How come they have the energy to send people into the Great Yan territory?"

As Greyhound spoke, he stood up from his seat, stood on the table, and took the card off the beam.

This is the immortal's bank card. He put the bank card on the table and then took the immortal's employee card into his hand.

He examined the card closely; every inch of the workmanship and the member's ID gradually convinced him that the operator in front of him, known as the Undead, was from Rhodes Island.

When the Undying Man first heard that he had even bought an identity verification machine, he was indeed a little overwhelmed.

But after hearing his explanation, I gradually understood why Greyhound did that.

That machine is a standard communication device that is provided in every Rhodes Island branch.

It has both the ability to connect directly to Rhodes Island and the ability to verify whether an employee's ID card is fake.

Having already lost contact with headquarters and with no one from their own faction heading to Da Yan for a long time, it's understandable that Greyhound had no choice but to dismantle and sell the machine.

Rhodes Island is developing well.

Seeing the gray dog's somewhat confused look, the Undead tried to speak calmly.

"It is both an opportunity and a danger."

Greyhound scratched his head, placed the Undead employee card on the table, and pushed it to the Undead.

Then he took out the cigarette pack from his pocket, put a cigarette in his mouth, and lit it.

I don't know where he got the cigarettes if he didn't even have money for food.

"It's doing well... so why can't I get in touch with it?"

Greyhound was somewhat troubled; he didn't understand why he had lost contact with Rhodes Island headquarters.

Da Yan does not reject outsiders, but it is very wary of them. If Greyhound leaves Shang Shu, the empty house will definitely be investigated, and the traces he left behind in Da Yan earlier will also be discovered.

So he couldn't escape at all.

"But, brother."

Greyhound put the question aside for the time being; he had been thinking about it for two years but still couldn't figure it out, and it wasn't something that could be resolved in a short time.

He stared at the immortal and uttered his question.

"You really are... the Undead, that War Knight?"

"Yes."

The immortal nodded, calmly acknowledging his identity.

Greyhound asked again.

"And he even joined Rhodes Island... no, he joined their organization?"

"Yes."

Greyhound still cares a lot about his status as an undead.

But since they can't beat the Undead right now, and the Undead are willing to have a calm talk with Greyhound.

After Greyhound carefully examined the workmanship and materials used in the employee cards, he confirmed that they were in the Rhode Island style.

Why can't we give the immortals some trust?

"Wow, no wonder he's so skilled, he's amazing!"

The greyhound's tone of praise seemed quite sincere, but it's hard to tell if that sincerity was genuine.

The immortal tilted his head and asked.

“You know me.”

The implication is that Greyhound has sold out of his goods, so he probably doesn't have any way to get much information.

But his words, actions, and understanding don't seem like those of someone who has lost those channels.

They seem to be quite well-informed.

"Of course I know you. A while ago, there was a fan club gathering for the Knights of War on our street. I even saw that portrait back then!"

Greyhound chuckled twice, took a drag of his cigarette, and said.

"Although I've sold everything I could, I haven't forgotten to maintain some relationships from before."

"I'm not good at big things, but I'm good at some petty tricks and getting things done. I'm also pretty good at interpersonal relationships. Although I may seem to be doing poorly, I can actually detect some of the tricks of the Great Yan Dynasty to some extent, all thanks to the connections I've built up before."

"I know about what's happening, including information from the outside world, but not much."

"For example, I know who War Knight is, the champion of the Kazimierz Major. After all, your event is quite significant, broadcast live across the entire Terra. But I don't really know how skilled you are."

Greyhound stared at the Undead and spoke bluntly.

"Judging from those videos, although he is indeed very powerful, he is not powerful enough to crush me. If it were that Bloodthirsty Knight in the video? Or whatever, never mind. If that person were me, I'm confident I could exchange a few more blows with you."

Then he shrank back, thinking of the power the Undead had just displayed, and added a sentence.

"Only two moves! I can't beat you if it's more than that."

"Oh?"

The immortals immediately became interested.

It sounds like Greyhound is quite confident in his skills.

His reaction just now was also good. If he can really reach the level of Bloodthorn, he can be considered one of Rhodes Island's top combat forces, or at least an elite operator.