Ark Undead

The relationship between the two does not seem very friendly.

However, neither of them intended to attack the other, and they continued to walk steadily side by side.

"The coast...the ocean is still a place we cannot explore. I do not deny that there are unpredictable things lurking there."

Kal'tsit spoke indifferently, offering no defense of her actions.

"But neither you nor I can stand idly by."

“I long to return to my hometown, but you tell me I need to find another way, instead of stubbornly battling the waves like an old man.”

The deep-sea hunter spoke with a serious tone, but her words were somewhat like the narration in a satirical opera.

"So, where is your answer? There aren't many things that can convince me."

"uh-huh."

Kal'tsit nodded slightly, opened the door to the room beside her, and let Greta follow her.

"Come in."

Without hesitation, Gladys followed Kal'tsit into the room.

This room is where Ghost Shark is kept, and it is also the place where Ghost Shark has been in a coma ever since.

Upon seeing the Specter placed in the life support pod, Grandia's gaze softened slightly, but she still did not give up questioning Kal'tsit.

"So, your way of persuading me is to let me meet my own people?"

Kal'tsit didn't continue following Gladys's words, but instead started talking about another topic on her own.

“I know you’re connected to the Deepsea Hunters by blood, and I know you have the ability to come to Rhodes Island and take her away at any time, but you also know her current condition. So you’re not blinded by the so-called blood pulse.”

"However, take a closer look at the changes in her. Is Ghost Shark still the same as you remember her?"

"?" Goredia frowned, then began to carefully examine the Ghost Shark lying in the life support pod.

Clean, smooth white hair spread out on the bed along the soft fabric. Ghost Shark's harmonious and gentle sleeping posture was like that of a nun listening to divine pronouncements with her eyes closed.

But Goredia sensed an eerie disharmony in it.

"She...she's not...no, the Originium solution can remain stable, what is her true nature?"

“Originium Arts did not have any effect on her body. I can assure you that in all my years of life, I have never seen a more tragic test subject than her.”

Kal'tsit looked down at the nun in the life support pod and said.

"However, I have only ever seen one person get along so harmoniously with Originium solution, and she is the only one I have ever seen."

Indeed, Kal'tsit was referring to the fact that the nun, who had been corrupted by the Originium solution, was now able to sleep peacefully.

Since the Undead healed Specter, Specter has never shown the slightest aggression.

Even after waking up, he remains considerably disoriented. But even while unconscious, Ghost Shark remains friendly to everyone.

It's as if the concept of danger lurking in the Originium solution has been completely eradicated.

“I have never seen the fusion of two different species so stable and natural. Goredia, now you have seen it too.”

Kal'tsit intentionally removed the blurring effect from the surface of the life support pod, allowing Goredia to see it more clearly.

Grandia, of course, saw it all clearly. In her perception, the Ghost Shark sleeping in the life support pod at that moment was like a pure and innocent newborn.

As if she had been completely purified by something, her original sin washed away, and all disharmony disappeared from her.

"Laurentina..."

Graceland murmured Specter's name, lost in thought for a long time, and then looked at Kal'tsit beside her.

Who is it?

"You should have seen... no."

Kal'tsit wanted to say that Gladys should have already met him. But when she thought back, the Deepsea Hunter's route didn't seem to overlap with that person's.

"Hmm...you may have seen that tall golden knight, but you haven't seen the other one."

Kal'tsit knew that Greta had met Onstan.

After all, the activities of a deep-sea hunter and a mysterious knight of unknown origin around Iberia are not easy to conceal.

"He was a good friend of Mr. Onstan and an old acquaintance of the doctor."

Kal'tsit only revealed part of the story, and then stopped.

"Although you have never met him, another member of your clan has a very good relationship with him."

"Skadi?"

"Ah."

Kal'tsit nodded.

“I think you’ve met Skadi, haven’t you? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone to Minos in such a hurry.”

"There were very few calls coming from her, I thought it was because she was lucky and favored by God."

Gladys was clearly misled by Skadi's scent, and her judgment was obviously flawed.

"After all, I was being 'hunted' at that time. I couldn't let her recklessly barge into their hunting grounds."

Upon hearing this word, Kal'tsit chuckled softly.

The hunter from the deep sea claims he is being hunted.

"But you also noticed that your danger disappeared quickly after you came into contact with Skadi."

Kelsey said.

"They gave up calling on you out of fear."

"what is that?"

Goredia wanted to get answers from Kal'tsit.

But Kal'tsit was clearly not someone who could be easily fooled, so she didn't answer directly.

"It's time to talk about our cooperation. Your questions will eventually be answered, but not now."

Goredia looked at the woman in front of her.

She desperately wanted to reach out, grab her by the neck, pin her against the wall, and force her to finish what she was saying.

But reason told Goredia that this was not the time to do so.

"it is good."

Goredia lowered her eyes and looked at the ghost shark lying quietly in the treatment pod.

"Go ahead."

Skadi was satisfied with Gladys's attitude. She stepped forward, walked to the control panel of the life support pod, and pressed a button.

The glass that isolated the ghost shark was removed, revealing her skin.

"Have you ever looked into who turned the Specter Shark into this shape?"

Kal'tsit looked at Gladys and asked her question.

Goredia nodded.

"The Deep Sea Church, those disgusting smells, I have never forgotten them."

"So tell me, what do you think those self-proclaimed hunters would think after such an interesting prey escaped?"

Kal'tsit looked at Gladys and made her suggestion.

"If it were you, what would you do?"

Gladys did not answer Kal'tsit.

This question doesn't need an answer at all.

Those who covet Agor technology and yearn to reconnect with the sea will not miss any opportunity.

Even their former compatriots would not hesitate to wield the butcher's knife.

Therefore, after a brief silence, Goredia reached out and picked up the ghost shark lying in the treatment pod.

"Her current condition..."

"rest assured."

Kal'tsit seemed to know what Gladys wanted to ask.

"She is very stable now, and even the Originium solution in her body has a certain degree of purification effect."

Grandia fell silent, picked up the Specter Shark, and walked out of the room.

Kal'tsit reached out and stopped her.

"If you'd like, please leave a mark here."

Kal'tsit looked at Gladys and made her request.

"It's very troublesome to negotiate with the Iberian judges without some decent gifts."

As a result, the steel wall next to the room was easily torn apart, leaving a large hole.

Cold air rushed in through the opening leading to the deck, ruffling the hair of the two deep-sea hunters.

"Pleasant to work with."

With only her last words, Gladys jumped out as Rhodes Island's alarm suddenly blared.

Kal'tsit nodded slightly and whispered.

"Pleasant to work with."

338. Melantha's Weakness

Let's leave Rhodes Island aside for now. Whatever Kal'tsit is planning, it's none of the Undead's business.

But it's really boring when no one dies.

It's not that sitting here is suffering. After all, sitting by the campfire is sitting anyway, so it doesn't matter where he sits.