Ark Undead

"Come on! Let's toast to Mr. Undead's victory!"

"cheers!!"

The crowd clinked their glasses together, celebrating the Undead's first victory after becoming independent knights.

tons tons tons...

Even Maria downed her glass of milk in one gulp, wiped the milk off her lips with a hearty laugh, and watched her teacher grinning foolishly, her golden ears drooping casually.

"Hehe, the teacher won...hehe."

The immortal touched the wine glass once and then put it down.

"Hey? Mr. Undying, why aren't you drinking?"

After bald Martin finished, he noticed that the Undead hadn't made a single move, and asked curiously.

The immortal shook his head.

He had already smelled it; it had no flavor at all. Rather than waste it, he figured it was better not to drink it.

"I won't drink."

However, no one cared about these things. There were quite a few knights who didn't drink, so it was normal for one more undead to be added to the list.

Moreover, for the undead, this is not a major battle.

These were just practice exercises to prepare for the competition.

Only.

"I can already picture the expressions on those companies' faces right now! Hahaha!"

The Great White Bear chuckled and downed a beer. The return of the Undead to the arena would definitely have a huge impact, and those companies would certainly be extremely unhappy with him.

"After all, rankings and reputation determine the level of publicity, and they must be getting restless now."

Zofia gave a cold laugh and then asked Martin for another drink.

If the Undead Man wins first place, people will definitely want to know who his sponsors are and which company is behind him.

However, if the Undead does not accept any sponsorship, they will compete as independent knights.

That free advertising space will then be occupied by the undead.

For businesses, not having any employees die is like occupying a toilet without actually doing anything.

If there are more and more independent knights like the Undead, their business will become increasingly difficult, which is why corporations will definitely target the Undead.

Therefore, if the Undead return as independent knights, those businesses and companies will definitely feel as uncomfortable as if they've swallowed a fly.

"So, be careful of those guys playing dirty tricks behind our backs. But I'm not worried about the competition itself! You're so strong, old man, making it into the top 32 won't be a problem at all!"

The old knight chuckled and winked at the undead.

"Ah."

The immortal nodded.

Koss had already told him about this when the Undead left the company.

Speaking of Kos, I wonder if he watched the game?

Does he already know that the Undead have returned?

Just as everyone was celebrating, the tavern door was pushed open.

"welcome!"

Martin habitually greeted them with a welcome, but a woman dressed in knight's armor walked in.

After assessing the situation, she raised an eyebrow.

"It seems I've come at the wrong time. Perhaps I should have visited tonight?"

The old knights looked at each other, not knowing who they were looking for.

The immortal asked a question.

"Help, pass on a message from your master?"

"Yes."

The Kazimierz knight named Gravel nodded and asked.

Do you have time?

"can."

The immortal nodded.

He was just a little confused.

Why didn't Li jump in through the window this time? Isn't jumping through windows her favorite thing to do?

43. Unarmored Alliance, Platinum Throne

"Although I arrived a bit hastily, there was no other way. After all, the master instructed me to deliver the message to you today. So... I apologize for following you here without permission."

The Undead shook his head; it wasn't a big deal.

Gravel crossed his arms, leaned back in the chair, and talked to the Undead.

"My master has been waiting for news of your return these past few days after hearing that you left Kazimierz. When the news of your return came today, he ate two extra bowls of rice while watching your match live."

"?" The Undead tilted his head, wanting to ask what it meant to eat two extra bowls of rice.

Is it good with rice?

"Anyway, I'm very excited. Don't ask me how excited I am. I've never seen the master eat three bowls of rice in one meal before. This is the first time I've seen it."

Li shrugged, indicating that he didn't know what was going on either.

"But one thing is certain: the master greatly appreciates your participation as an independent knight. He told me that, as he expected, you are not the kind of person who would back down from a challenge, especially when it touches on your beliefs."

As she spoke, Gravel reached into her inner bag, pulled out a piece of paper, and slid it across the table.

"The Alliance Without Armor, have you heard of it?"

The immortal picked up the piece of paper on the table, flipped it open, and saw two words.

platinum.

"No."

The Undead shook his head and looked at Gravel in front of him, waiting for her to give him an answer.

"It's a private armed group affiliated with the top echelons of the business alliance. That's what they say, but in reality, it's an organization that specializes in assassinating knights."

Gravel sat up from the chair, placed his hands on the table, approached the Undead, and whispered.

"The knights of the Unarmored Alliance are all top-tier knight assassins skilled in stealth and assassination. And the six knight assassins who hold high positions are the Unarmored Alliance's trump cards."

Gravel tapped the piece of paper that the Undead had placed on the table, and spoke in a voice that only the Undead and she could hear.

"Now, this platinum-ranked knight assassin has his eye on you."

The Undead looked at the note that Gravel had handed him, raised his head, and asked Gravel a question.

"Why bother writing the words down?"

"Ok?"

"Just tell me directly. Why do you need to write your name down?"

"..."

Gravel paused for a moment, and her brain almost failed to process what she was seeing.

"It's a note from the master, asking me to give it to you. He's probably worried you don't know what kind of platinum it is."

Gravel nervously offered an explanation, then quickly tried to change the subject.

"In short... according to the information the master received, this assassin, the Unarmored Knight with the Platinum Name, has been ordered to keep an eye on you. And this information was just delivered today."

When Li got back to the main topic, she wasn't so nervous anymore.

Then she coughed lightly twice, her voice instantly becoming low and slightly hoarse.

Upon hearing the first sentence, the Undead knew that Gravel had entered repeat mode again.

"The business alliance will not allow an independent knight like him to exist. Especially when such a knight affects their already established plans, they will definitely find a way to eliminate him."

“I know he’s strong, so I might not be afraid. But can he go without food, sleep, or rest? The threat posed by the knight assassin isn’t death in a sense, but rather a constant threat that disrupts his life rhythm.”

Upon hearing this, the Undead leaned back in his chair.

He really doesn't need to eat or rest, as long as...

The immortal paused for a moment, then forgot again.

What was it again?

"So, tell him in advance so he can make adequate preparations. I will also continue to put pressure on the business alliance to help him secure some opportunities and rights. As long as he continues to work hard as an independent knight, this help will not disappear."

After saying this, Li coughed twice to adjust his voice.

"That's about right, that's about it."

"Very good performance."

Even the immortals couldn't help but chuckle; this was truly a unique way of conveying messages.

“This is not a performance. I have also made a lot of efforts to ensure that the master’s meaning is conveyed to others exactly as it is.”

Perhaps because it was their second meeting, Gravel was no longer as direct with the undead as before. Instead, she would insert unrelated remarks into the conversation.

In fact, the root cause lies in the undead's own struggle, which won the support of many knights.

Gravel was no exception, even though becoming a knight was not her original intention. But the virtues of chivalry were indeed very appealing.

"Alright, I've told you everything. I should probably go now."

Gravel got up from her chair, picked up the glass of water Martin had poured for her, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he turned to look at Martin, holding up the empty glass in his hand.