Ark Undead

W couldn't help but take two steps closer, looking at the stone tablet.

Those strange characters or runes made W's head throb.

If I had known things would turn out this way, perhaps I shouldn't have torn those pages out of books to burn as firewood when Hedley told me to read more.

But the greyhound stared at the stone tablet and walked closer and closer.

"Can you read the words above?"

W asked instinctively.

"It sounds a bit like Sarkaz ancient script."

Greyhound stared at the inscription on the stone tablet for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

"But it's too chaotic, and many of them are worn out... cursed... released... purified... what is all this stuff?"

However, the one next to Greyhound is also a Sarkaz.

He turned to look at W.

"Can you understand it?"

"If I could understand it, I wouldn't have asked you."

W rolled her eyes.

Although they didn't understand what it was, it was at least good news; they had found their first truly symbolic object.

Right in front of the stone tablet, there was a stone slab that wasn't very dusty, standing out from the surrounding ground.

It looked like it had been swept clean.

As the two drew closer, they discovered that the stone slab, like the one on the stone tablet, was engraved with some text.

The text was equally blurry and indistinct; Greyhound could only decipher a few words from it.

“New life, ideals, burning desires... these words are so ancient, separated from the ancient writings unearthed so far by at least several thousand years, or even more.”

Greyhound sighed, regretting that he hadn't brought a camera with him.

Click.

While he was still thinking, he heard the sound of machinery turning around.

Why are you looking at me like that? You didn't forget your camera, did you?

W looked at the greyhound in surprise.

"Uh...that's true."

Greyhound was speechless for a moment; he had also forgotten about it and hadn't expected W to have brought it.

"It's okay if we don't understand it, someone else will. Like that old hag on Rhodes Island."

W had just taken pictures of the stone tablet and the stone slabs on the ground when she looked back.

They noticed that the greyhound had stopped talking and was staring at the end of the stone slab, looking like it had seen a ghost.

"Hey...don't stay silent, don't scare me!"

W leaned closer to see what the greyhound was staring at.

Then the greyhound raised its head and gave a strained smile.

"What did you just say?"

“I said it’s okay if we don’t understand it, we can take it back and show it to someone else.”

As W spoke, he saw the greyhound point to the end of the stone slab.

There was a series of signatures there.

It's not just one person's name; it seems to be a pledge signed by many people.

And among them, a name that both of them felt very familiar lay there quietly.

Even though the language was distorted and unfamiliar, its form could still be vaguely discerned from the strokes of the writing.

It is the mark left by ancient writing.

“Kal'tsit”

360. The Perpetrator

Late at night, the first night after Rhodes Island was anchored.

Everyone got their two-day holiday as they'd hoped, even though they were about to face the complicated situation in Victoria. But people aren't machines; they need time to adjust both mentally and physically.

The doctor clearly understood this well, so after docking and breaking down, he immediately granted two days of leave to the non-essential staff.

For employees in essential positions, there are other rotating staff to take their place, ensuring they have a day off to relax.

Everyone has been very tired lately.

First, news of Victoria reached Rhodes Island, and the field agents rushed out day and night.

Then Rhodes Island hurried from Lungmen to Victoria, crossing two mountain ranges in succession.

The Rhodes Island operators at the grassroots level are starting to feel like they're on 24/7 shifts.

Of course, while the operators were working hard, the Doctor wasn't idle either.

He was almost always in the command room on deck, waiting to handle all kinds of emergencies.

Whether it was the messenger's message of natural disaster or the resource situation in various parts of Rhodes Island, the Doctor provided accurate responses and countermeasures.

This also made many operators feel secure.

The Doctor and Dr. Kal'tsit definitely give off different vibes.

Dr. Kal'tsit is indeed very reliable, but compared to the Doctor, she has a greater sense of urgency.

I feel especially at ease as long as there is a PhD in the office.

However, even when most of the staff went to rest, the Doctor and Amiya were still organizing information about Victoria.

They stop here, not here.

If the situation in Victoria changes in any way, they will choose to either anchor away or move forward, depending on the situation.

However, they still have enough time to prepare before one of the leaders of the Three Kings Party in Victoria responds.

Vina's information should have arrived at Rhodes Island's intelligence center two days ago.

However, no news has been received regarding the Royalist Party of Victoria Aslan.

This struck many operators, including Zilan, as very unusual, but the Doctor simply told them to put their worries aside and wait a little longer.

"PhD."

Amiya put down her pen, rubbed her eyes, and realized that she had been doing things like grading documents lately.

Whether it's to help the Doctor share the burden or to take on the responsibilities of Rhodes Island as soon as possible, as Kal'tsit said.

This is something she will have to face in the future.

Because she is the nominal leader of Rhodes Island.

However, such a workload still sometimes makes a girl feel breathless.

"Yes, Amiya."

The doctor turned his head and glanced at the document in front of Amiya.

Amiya learned quickly, but she still had a large number of documents left to process.

"I'm so sleepy."

Amiya unusually expressed her exhaustion directly.

This is also because there are no other operators around, and Dr. Kal'tsit is not on Rhodes Island.

If it were just the Doctor, Amiya would still set aside her strict self-discipline and act a little spoiled towards him.

Of course, Amiya only complained about it.

After stretching her limbs slightly, Amiya picked up her pen again and prepared to work on the documents in front of her.

But a hand snatched the pen from Amiya's hand and closed the cap.

"Check the time."

The doctor said softly.

"This is not the time for a child who is still growing to work."

Amiya subconsciously turned her head and glanced at the electronic clock next to the command room.

It was already past 3 a.m.

Even if Amiya stayed up late before, she would obediently go to bed around 12 a.m.

Dr. Kal'tsit can use rigorous physical examinations and nutritional charts to ensure that Amiya's growth will not have any problems.

But now that Kal'tsit is not here, the Doctor will not be so arrogant as to think that he can handle this matter well.

Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise, and in this regard, Kal'tsit is more authoritative.

"Um...but..."

Amiya tried to struggle to take the pen back from the doctor.

But the professor rubbed his head.

"Go and rest. You can sleep in tomorrow and don't have to get up early. Miss Vina's letter hasn't arrived yet, so there's no need for us to be on edge."

"Oh..."

Amiya nodded slightly, her expression relaxing in a very short time, becoming somewhat dazed.

These are clearly symptoms of overworking the brain.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

The doctor stood up, picked up his coat from the chair, and draped it over his shoulders.