Ark Undead

We can only brainstorm and assign this task to everyone.

No matter what, as long as everyone works hard, there will always be a new path.

But Minos's idea was really far-fetched.

Even though she emphasized many times that she had heard the divine message, not many priests were really willing to do it.

"Sir Knight, have you heard Priest Pallas mention this before?"

The older priest looked at the undead with a troubled expression.

The immortal nodded slightly; of course he knew.

"The Knight of War agrees with my idea, and he also believes it will definitely be very effective! My dear uncle, please do not doubt my loyalty to Minos!"

It seems that Pallas has endless experiences to share when it comes to this matter.

Her slightly ornate tone made her speech melodious and rhythmic, like listening to an opera performance.

The Undead then realized that Pallas also had connections with Yasenus.

"Of course I don't doubt your loyalty, but I also need to listen carefully to what you mean by the idol project."

"This is what the priest, whom Pallas called his uncle, said."

"Of course, then I'll share my thoughts."

Pallas nodded, gathering her thoughts.

"Our first step is to have at least half of the opera houses in Jasinus performing the story of the Knight of the War."

Pallas spoke very seriously.

"This is a necessary publicity stunt. If Mr. War Knight can't make everyone aware of his deeds within these few days, then..."

Before Pallas could finish speaking, a priest behind her uncle spoke up.

The priest said in a strange tone.

"But...as far as I know, 80% of the opera houses in the city are performing the story of the Knight of War?"

The scene fell silent instantly.

Pallas's excited expression froze.

"?" Pallas's uncle sighed and said.

“That’s the problem, Pallas.”

"It's been two years since you left Jasinus. Ever since Mr. Knights of the Year won the championship, influenced by the Victoria Opera, our Jasinus Opera House has also been filled with Mr. Knights of the Year's librettos."

"He doesn't need any publicity to gain fame. You want Mr. War Knight to become a benchmark that breaks the stereotype of individual strength. But he has already reached the pinnacle of individual strength and is the warrior that all heroes aspire to be."

How can a flag become a weapon to defeat himself?

At this point, the uncle looked at Pallas, who had an awkward expression, with a wary expression and asked.

"Wait a minute, you didn't let Mr. War Knight do anything strange for you in Akroti, did you?"

"Uh... this... I don't think so... right?"

Pallas shrank back.

Make the undead say a few words as a comment after each battle.

This shouldn't count, so it shouldn't happen, right?

Pallas looked at the Undead and blinked unconsciously.

He happened to see the immortal facing him.

She seemed to sense the warrior's sharp gaze from the eyes hidden beneath the helmet.

345. Guidelines

Faced with the Knight's sharp gaze, Pallas could only respond with an apologetic look before launching into a righteous rebuttal to his uncle.

"How could that be! How could I be that kind of person? Although I do have such thoughts, I need to think them through carefully!"

The uncle looked at Pallas with suspicion, then at the undead beside him.

The immortal didn't say anything, so the uncle reluctantly believed Pallas's words.

"In short, Mr. War Knight is an important guest of ours and a contestant in the Undead Arena."

"You can't misuse someone else's name, understand?"

Pallas could only nod.

"Know it."

The uncle sighed, shook his head, and turned away.

To be honest, Pallas's idea is actually quite feasible.

However, the Undead's reputation in Jassenus was such that he could no longer afford to publicly undermine him.

According to Pallas's plan, the Undead's task is not just to defeat these warriors, but to confront the fighting spirit of all the Minoan heroes.

Although they didn't know if the War Knight would mind, the priests wouldn't place such hopes entirely on an outsider.

Ultimately, you have to solve your own problems.

The gifts left by the gods are not meant for them to live off.

“Palas, you must remember that we believe in gods not just because we crave the power they bestow upon us.”

The uncle looked at Pallas with a stern tone, but his eyes also held a hint of affection.

"It is the power bestowed by the gods that gives us the opportunity to use our precious humanity to demonstrate the brilliance of power."

"Even if you are exceptionally gifted and have unique advantages in interpreting divine pronouncements, you must not use divine pronouncements to engage in unorthodox or heretical practices."

"The gifts of the gods are indeed important, but what is even more important is the integrity we are born with as human beings."

"The gods may not respond to us, but as long as we maintain the integrity and brilliance of humanity, our own hearts will surely guide us in the right direction."

When Pallas heard his uncle speak like that, he naturally knew that his uncle cared about him.

So Pallas looked at his uncle seriously and answered earnestly.

"understood."

The uncle nodded, a hint of relief and pity naturally appearing in his dim eyes.

He waved.

"Take Mr. War Knight to level up first, then treat him well. You've come all this way, remember to go back and see your parents, they miss you very much."

Pallas's expression relaxed when his uncle mentioned his parents.

"Thank you very much, Uncle Jacob."

...

It was already dark when we left the Temple of Heroes.

The Undead stood at the entrance of the Temple of Heroes, turning back to look at Pallas, who was walking out slowly with his head down.

Sensing the gaze of the undead, Pallas raised his eyes and met the undead's gaze.

"Sir Knight, let me take you to rest now."

Pallas smiled, led the undead in a different direction, and walked along the road next to the Temple of the Twelve Heroes square into the streets and alleys of Minos.

Minos did not fall silent as darkness descended; under the illumination of modern streetlights and various neon signs, it acquired a touch of magic.

Pallas walked along the road with the Undead. This naturally optimistic and positive Fuhuni priest displayed an unusual silence in front of the Undead.

The Undead walked slowly, deliberately waiting for the preoccupied Pallas.

For him, how far he walks is not a problem; he enjoys the atmosphere of walking quietly, which is also a great way to experience the atmosphere of Minos at night.

By the time Minos realized what was happening, they had already taken the wrong turn.

"Excuse me, Mr. War Knight, I just passed by and now I need to turn back."

Pallas grabbed the Undead's arm and pointed in the direction they were turning around.

The immortal looked down at her, not understanding what could have caused her to lose her way.

"Ah... I should have been the one to lead the way. I failed in my duty. Please forgive me."

The Undead didn't care about Pallas's strange behavior; they were just a little curious.

"What... what happened?"

Pallas was silent for a moment, then sighed.

"Let's talk as we walk."

Following Pallas's footsteps as he turned back, Pallas remained silent for a long time beside the Undead.

She seemed to be struggling with her choice of words.

Then she spoke.

"I'd like to ask you a question first."

"explain."

The answers from the immortals are always this concise.

Pallas didn't pay any attention and asked directly.

"I've heard rumors that you are an infected person?"

"I'm not."

The Undead's answer was indifferent, and he showed neither confusion nor anger at Pallas's question.

Because many people do indeed consider him an infected person.

Leaving aside miracles and magic, the fact that the immortals possess such a completely comprehensible physical state makes one feel that a normal body could not possibly have such immense power.

"I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous."