Ark Undead

Many people choose to travel to Kazimierz around the time of the Special Championship, as this is the best time to experience the local culture and customs of Kazimierz.

For the Kasimir government, this is also a good opportunity to promote the country and increase revenue.

Of course, none of these things have anything to do with immortals.

He hadn't left the house in a long time; the last time he went out was to check on Maria's training results.

He moved his dignified body with difficulty from his small house to the garden open space, which was only a dozen seconds away.

And then he never came out again.

Today's immortal is also slacking off in a fantastic way.

If it weren't for the fact that the Undead would ask Zofia for firewood every day, Zofia would have thought that the Undead were gone.

She had never seen the knight eat, and when she asked him if he wanted to eat, the Undead only replied with one sentence.

"You eat."

If there really are immortals in this world who don't eat or drink, then they must be immortal.

And he's a wood-burning immortal!

However, the reason why the immortals don't want to move isn't simply because they don't want to leave their homes.

During this time, the Undead kept hearing strange noises in their ears.

The first time I heard it was at night, when I was dozing by the campfire. The whispers in my ear startled the undead awake.

He instinctively gripped the longsword beside him. But after carefully sensing his surroundings, he couldn't hear anything.

The Undead waited cautiously for half an hour, but there was still no movement.

However, the guy who was watching him outside the window passed by and was caught red-handed by the undead.

After casually killing one of the guys, the Undead returned to the campfire, threw in a piece of firewood, and continued to wait by the fire.

Just as he closed his eyes again, preparing to doze off, the voice appeared in the undead man's ears once more.

The immortal immediately opened his eyes, but still did not notice anything.

The immortals kept this in mind and remained vigilant at all times.

The key point is that the voice was very familiar; the Undead must have heard it somewhere before.

This is a good sign, indicating that the memories of the undead are gradually returning, but the process is ultimately somewhat torturous.

During this time, he remembered many people and things he had forgotten before. Even though some were still vague, he finally remembered those past events.

This made him become increasingly silent.

In the past, I could still talk to Maria and even cheer for her progress.

These past few days, she's been like a teaching machine; if she doesn't make any mistakes, she won't even speak unless someone dies.

Because of the Undead's performance, Maria also expressed her concerns to Zofia.

Little Maria had no idea what her teacher had gone through, and neither did Zofia.

Zofia could only sit with her coffee in hand and stare blankly at the undead hut next to the garden outside her window every morning.

As the round of 32 draws to a close and the competition narrows down to the round of 16, Zofia still hasn't seen the Undead leave the house on their own.

"Mr. Undying?"

Heavy footsteps sounded inside the room, and a figure came to the door and opened it for Zofia.

Zofia carried the firewood inside and threw the wood next to the campfire.

"This is today's firewood, all delivered fresh this morning. You can take a look and see if there are any problems."

"Thank you."

After the Undead finished speaking, he returned to the campfire and sat down, staring blankly at the fire in front of him.

"..."

Zofia looked at the undead's silent back, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down by the campfire.

"?" The Undead looked at Zofia with a hint of doubt. She sat down. Did she have something to say?

“You haven’t left the house lately, and Maria is quite worried about you.”

Zofia got straight to the point; she wasn't exactly a reserved person to begin with.

"Whether it's during teaching or when we're waiting, you've been talking less and less lately, and you communicate with us even less. You often just stay in your room by yourself and don't say a word."

Zofia hugged her knees with both hands.

"Is there some difficulty? Do you find this competition too troublesome?"

"Do not."

The Undead shook his head, staring blankly at the campfire in front of him.

"There's just something... bothering me."

Zofia thought to herself, "He must have encountered some difficulties. Could it be that the competition is too much of a burden for him?"

That shouldn't be the case...

"If you encounter any difficulties, you can seek our help."

The time spent teaching and interacting with Zofia allowed her to completely let down her guard against the undead.

If even such a knight cannot be trusted, then the knights of Casimir are a complete joke.

"It's no use."

The Undead didn't say much. He reached into the pile of firewood that Zofia had thrown down, picked out a piece at random, and tossed it into the fire in front of him.

The firewood in the bonfire tumbled up and down, scattering sparks in all directions.

"This is my own problem."

He was referring not only to the competition, but also to the past events that were gradually surfacing in his chaotic memories.

As soon as the Knights Tournament in Kazimierz ended, the Undead planned to leave Kazimierz.

After all, participating in the Major was just a deal between the Undead and the Blacksmith. If the Blacksmith had chosen a different reward, the Undead would have gone to great lengths to secure it.

He was a man without a fixed abode; wandering from place to place was his destiny.

With this in mind, the Undead decided to talk to Zofia in advance.

"Zofia, I will leave."

"Huh? Why is it like this..."

Zofia looked at the undead in astonishment; she hadn't expected the undead to say this to her at this moment.

"Why so suddenly? When?"

The Undead man rummaged through the pile of firewood with his right hand, telling Zofia about his plans.

"Wait, after the Special Championship ends, I will leave."

He wasn't an impulsive person; he had planned to leave many times in his mind beforehand.

"Maria is making rapid progress. She is excellent."

He found two good pieces of firewood, split them open with the longsword in front of him, and then broke them into small pieces with his hands and threw them into the fire.

The flames suddenly rise, and burning small pieces of firewood will indeed cause the flames to heat up rapidly in a short period of time.

"But where are you going?"

Zofia still didn't understand. Shouldn't the Undead be living in Kazimierz as knights? Why would they want to leave?

"Anywhere is fine."

The undead clapped his hands together twice to shake off the wood chips from his gauntlets, then looked at Zofia.

"Moreover, the company will definitely not let this go."

He pointed out a key issue.

"Why, after the last attack, has there been no action whatsoever?"

"That's because you're very strong, and this is my house. You haven't left the house recently, so they..."

Zofia instinctively tried to explain the situation to the undead, but she fell silent halfway through her explanation.

"They have been interfering with me on the field."

The Undead looked at the sword and shield beside him.

"We didn't give up, we just went into hiding."

This is a very simple answer to get.

Would a business alliance that could dispatch such a large number of people for an attack that very night really let the Undead go?

It's obvious to anyone with a brain that this is impossible.

Moreover, the fate of the previous champion, Shining Knights, is still fresh in our minds.

If the immortal doesn't leave, it will not only affect him, but also his friends.

For example, Zofia, and Maria.

"Let Maria stay home as much as possible."

The Undead warned Zofia.

"I'm scared, there's danger."

Zofia opened her mouth, unsure how to persuade the undead to stay.

He sought neither fame nor fortune; all he desired was victory, which was within his grasp.

If he doesn't leave Kazimierz, staying here will only bring him endless trouble.

Why don't you leave?

Zofia thought to herself, "If it were me, I'd go too!"

"ok, I get it."