Ark Undead

"Do you really think this is something the two of us can handle? Our lives are in our hands now, and you still want to keep this news a secret?"

"Although Kal'tsit is now under the jurisdiction of Rhodes Island, it was also the rebirth of the Tower of Babel. It's not just those of us who remember the Tower of Babel who are loyal to the King."

"Can you say that the Doctor and Kal'tsit have completely forgotten the oath they swore before the King? Don't tell me you're not happy for Rhodes Island as it is now."

W was speechless after being confronted by Greyhound. She opened her mouth briefly, then slowly closed it again.

She really didn't want Kal'tsit to know about this, but that didn't mean she disapproved of Kal'tsit.

Conversely, W's attitude towards Kal'tsit is very complicated. On one hand, she blames Kal'tsit and the Doctor for not protecting the King, while on the other hand, she is jealous that Kal'tsit was able to gain the King's trust.

More importantly, although Kal'tsit is not a very easy person to communicate with, everything she does is truly for the future of the Infected, and she embodies the King's beliefs.

This mix of joy and self-reproach shaped W's current reality.

Moreover, W's reluctance to tell Rhodes Island this news was also for Rhodes Island's sake.

Rhodes Island is no longer the Tower of Babel it once was, capable of taking sides in public; it can only operate as a neutral faction within an organization dedicated to protecting the infected.

Fully intervening in the Agor incident would likely create obstacles for Rhodes Island.

Greyhound, on the other hand, is far more realistic than W.

He would seize every opportunity to see that noble king once more.

Rhodes Island was also his comrade-in-arms, and he never minded letting his comrades share the same difficulties and responsibilities as himself.

"Rhodes Island's situation is not bad now; it has even begun to approach Victoria, attempting to hinder the false king's activities in Victoria."

Greyhound realized that his words might have been a little too harsh, so he softened his tone slightly.

“Our brains aren’t enough. W. Kal’tsit and the Doctor have always been the King’s most trusted people, and only they are most likely to understand what the King’s whereabouts in Agor truly represent.”

W didn't argue further. Instead, he took two steps back, plopped down on the clean table, crossed his arms, and remained silent.

She tacitly agreed with Greyhound's words, but her pride prevented her from admitting it.

The greyhound approaches the undead.

"Big brother, just ignore her. This girl is a bit awkward, but she will definitely not resist cooperating with Rhodes Island."

"Hey! Who are you calling awkward!"

Someone with excellent hearing whispered a rebuttal.

The greyhound didn't respond to her and continued talking.

"We must get Kal'tsit into the dream. Once Kal'tsit is in the dream, we might encounter some unexpected scenarios and find more information."

The Undead glanced at the Greyhound.

The greyhound winked cunningly at the undead.

Greyhound has never considered himself a simple Rhodes Island operator; he's still scheming about what's going on in Kal'tsit's mind.

The Undead certainly knew Greyhound's ulterior motives. But he was also genuinely interested in what Kal'tsit knew.

Therefore, the Undead greatly appreciated Greyhound's idea.

After receiving confirmation from the Undead, Greyhound smiled and nodded to the Undead.

Then he turned around and looked at the statue behind him.

His vision gradually became unfocused.

It's been a long time since we last met, but even though it's just a statue, the king's figure remains as elegant as ever.

"Alright, now that the room has been restored to its original state, let's not say anything more."

W interrupted Greyhound's thoughts at this moment.

"Let's check if there's anything else in the navigation room. The documents on the table over there, and all these file folders, might hold some clues."

Greyhound also turned its gaze away from the king's statue.

He forced a smile and said in agreement.

"Yes, after all, we don't know the name of this ship yet. Let's look for it first."

W muttered something as he jumped off the table.

"Wang is indeed handsome, the most handsome person I've ever seen. But you can't just stare like that, it's so impolite..."

Greyhound smiled, said nothing, and turned to start searching through the documents in the navigation room, just like the Undead and W.

Yes, the king was indeed very beautiful, with such a compassionate face that even the greyhound couldn't bear to open its eyes.

The focus of the entire statue is undoubtedly on Theresa, who was taken from the statue.

However, Greyhound also noticed another important point.

That is, when they first entered the room, not only Theresa's body disappeared, but also her head, and the mysterious man holding the king.

Who is he?

Greyhound didn't want to think too much about it, because he already had a guess in his mind.

One speculation that he absolutely refused to be involved in the matter.

A thousand miles away, in the capital city of Kazdel.

In the royal palace late at night, apart from the pardoners who were still working overtime, only the patrolling soldiers remained.

Surprisingly, Kazdel's palace was not particularly grand or imposing, quite unlike the opulent and magnificent appearances depicted in Kazdel's historical records.

This has led many to speculate that what the current regent wants is not just Kazdel.

However, those in the know are also aware that the so-called regent's concept of regency already encompasses the entire continent of Terra.

In his mind, perhaps even the territories of Ursus and Great Yan were included in his plans.

Even in the dead of night, the nominal regent did not leave his palace for even a moment.

He seemed to exist only in the mysterious palace, receiving those he was willing to communicate with, and arranging everything on this chessboard.

Hadley was summoned to the palace late at night, where he once again had the opportunity to speak with the mysterious regent.

Several months later, Hadley, with his abilities and taciturn nature, seemed to have won the regent's favor.

He has now replaced W as the leader of the current Sarkaz mercenary group, and also holds an important position in Kazdel's army.

The higher he climbed, the more cautious Hadley became, as if walking on thin ice.

He knew that the deeper he sank into the quagmire, the more difficult it would be to extricate himself in the end.

Fortunately, the Regent summoned him for this exchange not to discuss military deployments, so Hadley didn't need to expend much effort contacting Ines to relay the message.

What's puzzling is that the regent simply chatted with Hadley about his childhood.

To be honest, this conversation left Hadley completely baffled; he simply couldn't understand why the Regent would want to talk to him about these things.

Half an hour later, Hadley left the palace, sweating profusely, feeling terrified of the lies he had just fabricated.

However, as Hadley's figure disappeared into the distance, Therese simply watched calmly as always, without exposing Hadley's clumsy lies.

"My king, why are you in such a hurry?"

Right behind the throne, a figure dressed in black robes slowly emerged and stood beside Hadley's throne.

“I can sense the fluctuations in your thoughts; these are not the thoughts of a king.”

Therese leaned back on her throne, propping her cheek with her left hand, and said calmly.

"This is not something a courtier should say. Watch your words."

In an instant, the shadows behind Theresis began to churn, and the black-robed man who had just stepped out from behind the throne abruptly hunched over beside the churning shadows.

I never expected that in just a short time since I returned to Kazdel, this man's mastery of power would have improved to such an extent.

Filled with panic, he quickly took two steps forward, knelt before Therese, and said timidly.

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger. It was your subject who overstepped his bounds."

"Ah."

Therese didn't even look up at him, but continued to stare at the plush carpet beneath her feet, and asked lazily.

“I remember you were in…Iberia? How come you have time to come back?”

This question sounded like a casual inquiry, but the absolutist kneeling on the ground dared not answer it lightly.

"My king, I have something to report."

"explain."

The shadowy figures behind Theresis grew even more agitated. If the pardoner before him couldn't provide a satisfactory answer, he would face the consequences he deserved.

Then the pardoner prostrated himself on the ground and said...

"The original Church of Iberia invited the people of Rhodes Island to the Iberian border in an attempt to find a way to Agor. Now they have made contact with the realm of the one at the bottom of the sea, exploring the king's past in dreams. Although I am willing, I still cannot stop them, after all, it is the kingdom of that Lord of the Deep Sea."

After listening, Therese nodded slightly.

"I know."

"Huh? This?"

The pardoner subconsciously raised his head and looked at Theresis blankly.

But with just that one glance, his entire body began to twist and tremble.

An invisible force controlled his body, twisting it into a shape resembling a pretzel as it spun continuously.

Then, with a very subtle sound, like a bubble being popped, the Pardoner's body exploded into a cloud of black mist, which, along with the extended black shadow, returned to the shadow behind Theresis.

Theresis sat on her throne, coldly observing everything before her.

Dreams, the past?

Therese chuckled softly.

That was his domain.

After signing a pact with the Lord of the Abyss, he now bears the power of the Abyss in human form, and the Lord of the Great Sea is also considered his ally.

This matter had already been communicated to him by the leader of the large group in the form of a dream.

But he didn't care at all.