Ark Undead

296. The Path to the Land Where the Gods Sleep

"I didn't even realize you guys came together. By the time I saw Greyhound, we were already near the Rhodes Island office."

W and Greyhound let go of each other's hands. W wanted to first communicate with the Undead about the information he had recently obtained.

"However, I heard you say before that you were coming to Da Yan. You also went to Rhodes Island on your way here. At that time, I heard that you had already set off, and I was wondering if I would run into you in Shang Shu. I didn't expect that I would actually bump into you."

W looked relaxed, and indeed, she deserved to be relaxed.

Now that I'm in the Great Yan, far from the emperor's reach, and with no enemies around, not to mention the presence of undead to keep things under control, it's much more relaxed than the usual life of wearing a mask.

"I sensed your presence. I guess you're here on business too. But I didn't expect the fight to be so fierce."

The Undead glanced at the Greyhound, then at W.

He guessed that Greyhound and W would fight, but he didn't expect it to be such a fierce and life-or-death struggle.

Fortunately, the Undead still felt uneasy and came to check on them. Otherwise, W and the Greyhound might have caused quite a commotion.

"This is Shangshu."

The Undead reached out and tapped W on the head.

"Keep it down. Otherwise, things will get complicated."

"So what? Aren't you the Great Yan Divine General? You should be able to suppress this kind of thing easily, right?"

W wasn't worried; he might have had to consider the consequences just now. But as long as no one died, there was no problem.

W had someone investigate the identity of the immortal.

Considering that W would be coming to Great Yan to do some work, the Doctor and Kal'tsit told W about the Undead and told her to seek their help if she was in any danger.

Even though Kal'tsit and W have a rather strained relationship in private, when it comes to serious matters, both of them are incredibly clear-headed.

"It's very troublesome."

The Undying Man shook his head. Under normal circumstances, given his current status in the Great Yan Dynasty, he could probably just say a few words.

However, it's currently in a semi-banned state. If W causes any trouble, even if no one dies, they need to give a reasonable explanation.

"Oh? Is it because Theresis caused some trouble in the Great Yan?"

W twitched her eyebrows; she had a high probability of guessing what was going on.

"you know?"

The immortal looked at W curiously.

"I don't know, I just guessed."

W shook her head, leaned against the table, took out a card from her chest, and showed it to the Undead.

"This is the identity verification card that Kazdel just gave us. I came to Da Yan this time to make some noise... but now that you're here, things are actually easier to solve."

W and the Undead were practically inseparable, having previously collaborated in Chernobog. W's ruthless nature, both towards others and himself, left a deep impression on the Undead, who even admired him.

With such overwhelming power as the Undead present, W naturally wanted to cultivate a good relationship with such beings.

Moreover, the Undead and W were working towards the same goal; they were partners.

"What Theresis asked me to do might be related to your matter."

As he spoke, W pulled out a glass-like box from his person, in the very center of which was an iron block that looked like a medal.

The pattern on it is outlined with special textures, resembling an Originium spell circuit.

"What's this?"

The Undead asked, noticing that he hadn't sensed any abyssal aura from it, and was quite curious.

"It's a small teleportation array. As long as I can find a good place to smash it, I can send Theresis's small army into the Great Yan and begin their secret operation. Of course, these troops are still hiding in the mountains surrounding the Great Yan, waiting for my signal."

As W spoke, he placed the glass box on the table and looked up at the Undead.

The Undead glanced at W, then at the box.

To be fair, if the Undead didn't want to make things so complicated, they would have just killed them all.

However, considering W's future access to information and her personal safety, the survivor still intends to hear W's side of the story.

"What do you want to do?"

W was somewhat surprised to hear that the immortals actually cared about her thoughts. Then, she put the box away and said...

"Theresis wants me to find a... a good place in Shangshu to put the stuff down and then do something. Of course, I don't want to do that, but if you were here, you could consider killing all these people. Then, like last time, I'd go back wounded."

W seems completely unconcerned about her health.

The scar from the wound the Undead left on her thigh hasn't faded yet.

"But before that, I have some things to do and need to find out more about the situation. I'll call you when the time is set; I definitely can't handle this alone."

"Well, okay."

The Undead nodded; W's arrival had given him a new perspective.

Since the Great Yan side claims that Theresis's people are causing trouble underneath, W might also come into contact with some of these people.

"My news is that Therese wants to cause trouble in the Great Yan. Before you, there were already some people causing trouble."

"Oh?"

W looked at the Undead with surprise, then glanced at the Greyhound.

The greyhound acted as if nothing was wrong, not interrupting their conversation. He picked up a glass in the room, took a sip of water, and remained remarkably calm.

"So, you want me to do you a favor and lure the person out?"

"Correct."

The immortal nodded.

"It would be best if we could find it. If not, we won't force it."

"I'll do my best, okay? I'll let you know as soon as there's any news."

Then, W and the Undead swapped addresses.

W indicated that she would likely be loitering around the Rhodes Island office for some time. If anyone wanted to find her, they should tell Greyhound, who would then contact W.

The greyhound nonchalantly indicated that he would help with the favor.

The Undead then left the Rhodes Island office and walked towards their temporary hotel in the darkness.

After the Undead left the Rhodes Island office, only W and Greyhound remained.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became awkward.

W did not reveal anything about Greyhound during the conversation just now.

However, the Undead's words did not reveal at all that he knew Greyhound was a member of Theresis's faction.

In other words, Greyhound has not revealed his identity to the Undead until now.

"Thank you."

Greyhound thought for a moment, then decided he still wanted to thank W.

If W had ignored his predicament and directly explained Greyhound's situation to the Undead, Greyhound wouldn't know how to explain himself.

“If you hadn’t used so much force when you stabbed me, I would have felt it was somewhat worth it.”

W rolled her eyes. The web between her right thumb and forefinger still felt a bit torn. The two blows the greyhound had struck her dagger almost made it slip from her hand; the force was immense.

"I'm sorry, at that time I didn't know your identity. For security reasons, I had no choice but to strike first."

W can understand what Greyhound is saying.

The importance that people of their nature place on their identity is something that others cannot understand.

If it were W, she might have gone even further, throwing out a bunch of explosives to blow up Greyhound first, because delays could lead to unforeseen consequences.

Do you remember the number?

W asked.

Greyhound hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his left hand and pulled open his sleeve.

A triangular logo can be seen on his left arm, with three numbers cut out in the center.

"B136."

"That's what Greyhound said."

"I joined Babel relatively early. At that time, Rhodes Island's designation should have been..."

"B214."

W stretched out her hand and opened it in front of the greyhound.

The greyhound was stunned.

W's statement has many meanings, but he clearly understood what W wanted to express.

"I called you Greyhound Senior, I didn't expect you to actually be a senior."

W blinked.

"Let's get to know each other again. You are Babel Tower Operator, codename W, and your number is B214. Please take care of me from now on."

The greyhound took a while to recover, sniffed, and then gave a wry smile.

He reached out and shook hands with W again, this time without any hint of confrontation.

“I really chased the wrong person... I thought that apart from me, there was no one else still working for Theresis.”

Greyhound's words were somewhat bittersweet, but W could also sense the inexplicable joy in Greyhound's heart.

It is truly delightful to meet your colleagues in a foreign land.

"If it weren't for the fact that old woman Kal'tsit is so annoying, I might have already accepted Rhodes Island."

W showed no mercy as she berated Kal'tsit in front of Greyhound.

Unexpectedly, the greyhound nodded seriously.