Ark Undead

“Even earlier, fragments of other divine beast intelligence appeared in the world, but these are all in the past. They can no longer be investigated now, and perhaps they can only be found in the official archives of the Great Yan Dynasty.”

Greyhound knows a great deal; this is merely the tip of the iceberg. But even so, it is enough to provoke thought and confusion in the Undead.

His stay in Dayan these past few years hasn't been entirely without purpose; at least he's never given up his work.

In addition to providing assistance to Rhodes Island operators who come to the area, the Rhodes Island office's mission also includes collecting special intelligence about the local area.

From the smallest thing like someone losing a cat today, to the hidden future of an entire dynasty or empire.

They won't interfere, but they need to at least be able to glimpse some of the undercurrents. Otherwise, Rhodes Island's intelligence work will be considered inadequate.

Greyhound picked up a cup of tea from the table and looked around at the people in the restaurant.

With the Spring Festival approaching, everyone is out gathering with friends. Shangshu is a large riverside city with a large population, not to mention those who come back for the New Year.

He was certain that no one was watching them or following their tracks.

"Of course, if you want to know any other information, I also have ways to help you."

Greyhound took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and pulled out a tissue.

"There might be some discrepancies with the official information, but it has had some effect. After all, I've been relatively safe in the Great Yan over the years. Apart from being unable to afford food and being heavily in debt, there haven't been any major setbacks."

"However, the costs involved might be..."

Greyhound shrugged; without him needing to elaborate, everyone knew what Greyhound meant.

It's just spending money, that's really no big deal for an immortal.

He no longer needs to pay for his own expenses; his daily expenses are all reimbursed by a certain Lord Liang. Not to mention, he also has some savings of his own.

Although a lot of money was spent in Sherag, the Undead have more than just the prize money from winning the Major.

SilverAsh secretly gave the Undead a lot of money, including for his subsequent travel expenses, which were almost entirely covered by SilverAsh's money. Perhaps SilverAsh gave the Undead more money than he gave his own sisters.

But this is an investment, and it has nothing to do with his own stance; it's because the Karan trade needs the power of the Undying.

They earned more.

"Money doesn't matter."

"The Undead said."

"I want to know. I want to know."

"Wow, a big spender! Okay, I got it. Money makes things much easier."

Greyhound raised an eyebrow at the undead man's tone, and then his tone became much more sarcastic.

God knows how he got through those two years, always coming to the brink of despair. But there's always a way to overcome difficulties—that's the Greyhound's survival wisdom!

"Now, besides me, there are several other specialized intelligence investigators in the entire Shangshu region."

Greyhound held out his hands and started counting on his fingers as he began to introduce the local customs of Lungmen to the Undead one by one.

"The officials are naturally out of the question. Brother, the fact that you came here means you don't want their help. But there are two others I can talk to."

The greyhound tucked one finger away.

"The manager of Hongchenke Inn is Zuiyu. The entire Shangshu is bustling with people, and he runs the largest inn in the whole of Shangshu. Prices range from affordable to high-end, and he has also planned different service levels for different areas. The resources he has are enough to meet almost all your needs."

According to Greyhound's statement, this is a wealthy person, and quite wealthy at that, who might even have connections with government officials.

However, the immortals have never had a good impression of such people.

Aside from SilverAsh, the wealthy people the Undead encounter are almost all Victorian nobles and the knights of Kazimierz.

People who chase money are bound by it to some extent, and even the most oblivious person cannot guarantee that the information given by the other party is absolutely valid.

It can be one option, but those who don't die hope there are other options as well.

"What about the other one?"

The Undead shook his head, and Greyhound immediately understood what the Undead meant.

He retracted his index finger and said.

"The other one... well, how should I put it?"

He scratched his head, seemingly feeling that it was somewhat inconvenient to discuss this with the undead.

"You know, if you're human, you'll always have some special needs."

Greyhound's expression suddenly brightened as he looked at the Undead, seemingly trying to see something special in him.

"There will always be people running this kind of business, but now that the Great Yan is cracking down hard, they've long since changed their ways. But according to their old names, they should be called brothel owners or pimps."

"?" The Undead tilted his head.

He genuinely didn't understand.

"Alright, stop pretending. That's what he does anyway."

Seeing the Undead's confused expression, Greyhound chuckled twice, then reached out and nudged the Undead's shoulder before speaking.

"So, he has a lot of people from all walks of life working under him, and he can hear about the customers from his younger brothers and sisters. For him, if you want to find someone or gather information, as long as you have money, nothing is a problem. He doesn't care about your identity or your background; money is the only currency to him."

Of the two options Greyhound presented, he himself seemed to have a particular inclination, hoping that the undead would go to the second person.

The Undead understood Greyhound's meaning. He paused for a moment, then asked.

"You owe him money?"

"..."

Greyhound's face immediately darkened, and the subtle smile on his face froze.

"Is it that obvious?"

"It's obvious."

The Undead shook his head; he still didn't understand why Greyhound had ended up in this state.

The greyhound clearly acted like a typical street urchin. Even without funds, it shouldn't have gone two or three days without food.

Compared to the Undead, someone like Greyhound would definitely be able to thrive in the area.

"Hey, whether he owes money or not isn't important, what's important is that he definitely won't renege on his debt."

Although the Undead saw through his lie, Greyhound still shamelessly continued to recommend it to them.

"I'm a regular customer of his, and he's really good!"

The Undead didn't refuse; he planned to go see the second person Greyhound had mentioned first.

If you really can't get anything out of it, then go back to the first person and think of a solution.

"Are you full?"

"I'm full!"

The greyhound wiped its mouth with its dirty sleeve; its nose, which had been a little congested, was clear after dinner.

He sniffed twice, poured two toothpicks out of the toothpick box, and then waved his hand.

"Come on! I'll take you to a brothel!"

Even the immortals became interested.

What is the brothel that Greyhound is talking about?

Are these new cultures emerging from Terra again?

Meanwhile, at Rhodes Island headquarters, Kal'tsit had just finished dealing with the batch of operators recommended by Chen.

There was a police officer from the Lungmen Fire Department. Although he was short, he spoke very quickly and was quite dedicated. Upon arriving at Rhodes Island, he pointed out several flaws in the fire safety plan to the Doctor.

She also stated directly that she hoped Rhode Island could place an emergency fire equipment station every fifty meters.

She was capable enough, and her performance at the fire station was also very good, so she was immediately accepted by Kal'tsit.

As for the others, some were habitual thieves in the slums, some were vendors in the seafood market, and some were even private investigators in Lungmen.

The habitual thief had just met the professor when she secretly stole his meal card without him even realizing it.

Later, when the professor mentioned treating everyone to dinner, the person quietly returned the card to the professor.

"I'm...sorry! It's just a professional habit, I'll change it!"

The little girl apologized to the doctor while glancing guiltily at Huang, who was smiling as he took the chainsaw.

Kal'tsit had a bit of a headache, but considering that Chen had recommended her, she still approved it.

After all, what Rhodes Island lacks right now is manpower and money. Lungmen provided the money, and Chen provided the talent, which are all good things.

However, after finishing today's recruitment, Kal'tsit still couldn't rest. She had a lot of paperwork to do, as well as things that Wei Yanwu had asked her to do.

At that time, Wei Yanwu, the Undead, and Kal'tsit held a one-hour conversation at the Guard Bureau.

Since the immortals were no longer considered outsiders, Wei Yanwu didn't care at all when he heard about the Yan Kingdom.

Three years ago, when Rhodes Island had just been reorganized, it sent ambassadorial requests to all the nations of Terra.

A number of elite operators have been deployed to various locations around the world, where they reside long-term. This serves both to establish diplomatic relations with these countries and to act as readily available covert agents, gathering intelligence and supporting other operators—all very convenient.

However, the three elite operators in the Great Yan lost contact with Rhodes Island two years ago, and at the last moment before losing contact, they sent a top-secret letter to Rhodes Island.

Kal'tsit opened and viewed the e-book as soon as she received it.

He then ordered the letter to be sealed away and kept until it was needed.

Now that the Doctor has awakened and the Undead have gone to the Great Yan, Wei Yanwu has also asked Rhodes Island to do something for him, so Kal'tsit naturally intends to reopen the letter and take another look.

She went to the archives and unlocked the innermost door with her fingerprint.

The last time I came in was when I was checking the information on the Undying Man. It had been almost half a year since then.

Kal'tsit sighed. She selectively ignored some of the special items placed there, rummaged through the document area for a while, and finally found the electronic terminal that contained this document.

The documents here contain a picture, a picture that seems to have nothing to do with the Great Yan Dynasty.

It was a quietly burning campfire, and what supported the fire was the mangled remains of some creatures whose images were completely illegible.

The composition of this picture alone is already bizarre enough, and when Kal'tsit saw it, she felt a strange sense of unease.

What's strange is that the campfire doesn't burn from bottom to top; the flames only appear at the top.

Those limbs clustered together, like hands reaching out to the highest point of the campfire, to that golden flame.