Ark Undead

W has her own agenda, and the Doctor can more or less guess what it is.

By then, the doctor had regained his memories. He also recalled everything about the betrayal that had been misunderstood by many.

Therefore, after realizing that the Doctor's memories had returned, W immediately launched a series of interrogations into him.

W wasn't indifferent to the king's death; she and Greyhound were arguably the two most sensitive people, and they couldn't remain calm whenever the king was mentioned.

But how could W possibly put aside his doubts when faced with the only person in the know, the doctor?

Similarly, Greyhound was also very curious about the specific events that occurred at the time.

However, after experiencing a series of events, both of them realized one thing: the Doctor could basically eliminate the possibility of the killer who killed the King.

Although the doctor never denied killing the king, he also never admitted that he was the one who did it.

After learning about Therese's actions, both of them concluded that it was more likely Therese who was behind it.

But the doctor gave them an unexpected answer.

After that, W and Greyhound left Rhodes Island.

During the Undead's last conversation with the Doctor, the Doctor also clearly told him about the whereabouts of W and Greyhound.

They are currently in Iberia and are now following his directions to find the truth about the events of that year.

The Undead have a very high chance of running into the two of them on their trip to Iberia.

"Doctor, is there anyone who can tell you how to find them?"

Greyhound made a good impression on the Undead. He had his own agenda, but he wouldn't take advantage of others. He was fairly cheerful, and also bold yet meticulous.

If I can meet them during my trip to Iberia, I might be able to exchange a few words with them.

"No, not really, but those two guys will come looking for us if they really need our help."

Scout shook his head and said.

"Greyhound aside, that guy is very mysterious. Even I don't quite understand what his power is all about."

"As for W, the fact that she could see through my disguise is enough to prove her tracking ability. These two are capable enough to survive in Iberia."

"Ah."

The immortal had no choice but to nod.

"Ok."

It seems that actively seeking out W and Greyhound is virtually impossible.

I just hope I can see them on this trip, and that they will still be the same as before.

Skadi, sitting behind the Undead, and Laurentina beside her, quietly stared at the back of their seats.

Goredia looked out the window, lost in thought.

With the roar of the engine and the injection of Originium solution, the vehicle finally started and drove out of Rhodes Island's garage.

Watching the car gradually disappear into the distance, the doctor withdrew his gaze and gave instructions to Ace beside him.

"Let's get ready, it's time for us to set off."

...

Just as the Undead and his companions set off, far off on the coast of Iberia, under a dim sky, two figures walked on the beach.

In the distance, the black sky merges seamlessly with the sea. If it weren't for the surging horizon, it would be impossible to distinguish where the sky ends and the sea begins.

Sarkaz gazed silently at the distant sky and took a deep breath.

"The stench of blood, the smell of dried-up corpses."

"I said, the way you're saying this sounds like a police officer."

Another Sarkaz girl carried a bundle of firewood to the beach, threw it on the ground, and then clapped her hands.

"Could it be that you were actually a cop before? How could the Sarkaz find a job like that in Yan Country?"

"Having worked as a private investigator, I always had to use words like these in my written descriptions to make it seem like I was actually there, so that customers would be willing to pay me."

Greyhound turned around and rubbed his hands together.

"Putting all that aside, I could definitely smell blood. Even the ocean couldn't mask that stench of corpses."

The greyhound crouched down, conjured a slightly rough crystal drill bit in its hand, shaved off some dry, fine wood shavings, and then used them as kindling to light the firewood.

The two sat down around the campfire, enjoying the rare warmth.

"Tsk, the campfire you made is definitely not as comfortable as that person's campfire."

W muttered something.

Greyhound said matter-of-factly.

"Of course! That's my older brother! My older brother is the strongest!"

W rolled her eyes and didn't say anything more. She was already used to this guy's constant rambling. Even if her mouth was sharp, Greyhound could easily deflect it.

In a sense, the two are a perfect match, one subdued the other.

"Get some rest. I'll keep watch. By tomorrow, we'll be able to find that abandoned village."

"That's what Greyhound said."

"Hopefully, this mysterious person we've been following along won't lead us astray."

The campfire burned quietly. W, half-asleep, quietly tapped the gourd, while Greyhound took out his notebook to record his daily activities.

It was in the woods, about a hundred meters away from the beach.

A dark figure stood on the treetop, his face obscured by the shadows.

A sickle, level with his body, was folded up with a mechanism and hung behind him.

He stood motionless, like a statue, his sharp yet concealed gaze watching the two people in the distance.

As for rest?

He is now fully conscious, but he has lost the right to enter the dream world.

389. Iberia

Iberia and Rhodes are not far apart.

In order to be able to respond to any events that may occur in Victoria at any time, Rhode Island has stationed troops around Victoria.

The journey from Victoria to Iberia took roughly the same amount of time as the journey to Minos.

Less than a week later, the group had already arrived in Iberia.

Upon arriving in Iberia, one can immediately sense a desolation and decay that sets it apart from other countries.

I've heard that Iberia's capital still maintains a considerable level of prosperity. But through conversations with others, the Undead has gradually come to understand the current state of affairs in Iberia.

Unlike the Iberian Peninsula, which was known as the land of gold decades ago, today's Iberia has gradually faded into obscurity after the devastation of the Great Tranquility.

Its former prosperity is like a dream, existing only in the minds of many older Iberians.

Now, the Undead and their companions are not heading to the Iberian capital, but rather to a stronghold on the Iberian coast that serves as part of the Iberian national defense line.

Kal'tsit had contacted the Iberian Church a week or two earlier and made all the necessary arrangements, so the entry of the Undead and others went very smoothly.

As Scout recounted the story of the Iberian Church, the Undead gradually gained a better understanding of the situation in Iberia.

Iberia was a theocratic state. That is to say, even though Iberia had a royal family and nobility, those in actual power included not only the high-ranking officials in the court, but also the bishops and judges who held high positions in the church.

The Iberian National Church originated as a branch of the Lateran religion. However, after establishing contact with Agor, it gradually developed its own unique style.

The muskets that were originally on the Lateran statues have been replaced with swords and lanterns.

Perhaps because of its connection to the deep sea, the statues of the Iberian Church hold the same weapons held by the judges who belonged to the Iberian Church.

Similar to Lateran, even outside of Lateran, firearms were strictly controlled. However, unique gun-making techniques still existed in Iberia.

The judges would also carry their own hand cannon.

Unlike the Laterans, the Inquisitors' hand cannons have pushed the limits of human endurance in their pursuit of power.

Scout had seen this famous quote somewhere, which was used to describe the workshop of the Inquisitors of the Iberian State Church.

"If the caliber isn't large enough, it's not worth it."

In fact, even the Undead could guess why the Iberian Church chose such a large-caliber musket.

If fighting those sea creatures, a single musket shot wouldn't be effective in causing any damage.

But if it can tear through their flesh like a blunt weapon, or even break limbs, that is the true display of lethality.

Lateran did not have many strict controls over the muskets circulating in Iberia, and it seems that they tacitly accepted that Iberian judges were qualified to use muskets.

The Undead had originally planned to visit Laterano. After all, Exusiai, whom he had met a few times before, was from Laterano and had even said she would treat him, her boss, to Laterano sweets.

His mind wandered to random thoughts as he stared out the window at the scenery and the sky gradually being obscured by dark clouds.

I don't know when it started, but a light drizzle began to fall outside the car, and it seemed to be getting heavier.

"The weather in Iberia has been like this lately."

Scout was chatting with the Undead nearby, he said.

"I checked before I came, and it said that the next few days would be sunny, but it started raining as soon as I got here. Many operators who have been on missions in Iberia before have also said that the sky in Iberia is unpredictable, but most of the time it rains, lots of rain. It's like it's trying to wash everything off the ground."

The immortal remained silent; he felt no threat from the rain, perhaps it was just a perfectly normal natural phenomenon.

"Both Dr. Kal'tsit and the Doctor have placed the situation in Iberia and Victoria at the same level of danger, which I frankly do not understand."

Logos, sitting next to Scout, remained silent, looking down at his notes and listening quietly to Scout and the Undead chatting.

"However, anything the Doctor says is absolutely true. And the people we've sent this time... if the Doctor is also going to act with us, then there's the last one from Kazdel..."

"Scout".

Logos spoke up, which was unusual for him, and his purpose was to interrupt Scout.

Watch your words.

"Feel sorry."