Ark Undead

"This situation will not occur for at least several decades. That dream was a manifestation of the power of the Dream Master, and once it was destroyed, it will take an extremely long time to repair itself."

"The essence of this dream is a byproduct of the Great Stillness. Without the Great Stillness, the dream would not have spread to such distant places."

"While I can't guarantee that nothing will go wrong in the future, at least for the next few decades, the Iberians can have a peaceful dream."

Kal'tsit didn't offer any guarantees, but at least her statement made her more convincing.

Carmen nodded slightly and then said.

"We will hold the watchtower until you return."

“Although I would also like to go to Agor, according to you, Agor is not a safe place. And my soldiers also need a leader to lead them.”

Carmen gave a slight nod to the group of soldiers behind her, and then added.

"I hope your operation goes smoothly, Dr. Kal'tsit."

This is exactly the answer Kal'tsit wanted to hear.

After all, once the watchtower is activated, it will definitely need the watchtower's guidance to return.

Although Kal'tsit can also sail, she is still far inferior to a professional.

She needs someone who can provide her with direction here.

Moreover, a place like Agor might not be suitable for this old saint.

Even though all Iberians yearn for that era and long to see that legendary underwater city with their own eyes.

But Carmen dedicated her life to Iberia, and ending the crisis there was enough for her.

He was a saint of the Iberian National Church, not a saint of Agor.

"Thank you."

Kal'tsit nodded her thanks.

In fact, she didn't think Carmen was suitable to go to Agor. Now that Carmen had such plans, it saved her the trouble of explaining and persuading her.

As people live longer, they become more open-minded about many things, and Carmen is a perfect example of this.

However, despite what they said, while the two were talking, the undead in front of them were about to make contact with Hai Si, but not many people actually went up to help him.

Carmen was somewhat puzzled.

"That hero...aren't you all on good terms? Why are there only a few of you here?"

Kal'tsit smiled.

"Although he didn't say it, the feeling of being constantly controlled in a dream must be unpleasant."

"Just watch closely, the power he possesses is beyond our imagination. Let's leave this place as a chance for him to vent his anger."

Before Kal'tsit could finish speaking, crimson flames suddenly exploded in everyone's eyes.

In this dim world, only that golden figure shone brightly.

"So, this is the last document, Doctor."

Ace placed a document in front of the PhD student.

The professor, having recovered from his rest, propped himself up and looked at the papers in front of him.

After confirming that there were no problems, I picked up the pen next to me and signed my name at the end of the paper.

This was a conference, and also the end of the doctor's trip.

Seated around the table were representatives of several powerful families from Sherag.

The Doctor came here this time to thwart the Shivaesh family head's plan, and now things have finally come to a perfect end.

"Since everyone agrees, let's act in accordance with the contents of these agreements from now on."

SilverAsh has now gained immense influence. Even at such a grand event, he sits next to the head of the table.

Sitting in the main seat was her younger sister, now the Holy Maiden of Kalan.

"I hope that with everyone's efforts, Karan can move forward steadily and no longer be constrained by geography and prejudice."

SilverAsh naturally had to make a statement, after all, he was the one who led the events to this point.

The Doctor, meanwhile, was dozing off while listening to SilverAsh's words.

Finally, after the meeting ended and all the representatives left, only SilverAsh and the Doctor remained.

The saintess had to return to the Manju Temple to handle matters related to religious activities for the coming year, so it was inconvenient for her to stay here any longer.

"You look like you're about to fall asleep, what happened?"

SilverAsh walked over to the Doctor, pulled out a chair, and sat down casually.

"Didn't you sleep well last night? Or did you have an upset stomach? I feel like you haven't been very energetic since you came to Karlan. If Dr. Kal'tsit or that little girl knew, they would definitely say something bad about me."

It's clear that SilverAsh and the Doctor's relationship is getting better and better; they're even able to joke around like this now.

"No, it has nothing to do with Sherag."

The doctor forced himself to stay alert, shook his head, and suppressed SilverAsh's doubts.

"I just had a dream yesterday, and there were some things in the dream that I couldn't quite explain... Just think of it as me going on a trip to some magical other world."

Upon hearing this, SilverAsh burst into laughter.

I never expected that this PhD would use such a strange reason as an excuse.

It's obvious that the Doctor doesn't want to tell SilverAsh the truth.

"Alright, alright, then I won't ask any more questions."

SilverAsh is a smart man; since the Doctor doesn't want to talk about it, he won't ask.

"What are your plans next? Are you going back to Rhodes Island, or are you going to stay here a little longer?"

"There are some sights I'd like to take you to see. We haven't had a chance to enjoy the scenery with our friends before, and before we knew it, we'd come to this."

"It's a pity that the immortal gentleman wasn't here, which is my personal way of thanking him. Otherwise, I would definitely have taken both of you with me."

SilverAsh's rules for making friends are mysterious. For him, it's either about having enough strength to disregard the rules, or about someone who suits his tastes and doesn't have any obvious conflict with his interests.

However, behind these two rules, this new friend must be a smart person.

Making friends with smart people makes things less tiring, allowing SilverAsh to spend less energy thinking.

However, the Doctor flatly refused SilverAsh's invitation.

“I’m sorry, Lord Shivaash, I won’t stay here any longer.”

Upon hearing the Doctor's refusal, SilverAsh simply nodded calmly. He knew a thing or two about how busy the people in charge of Rhodes Island were.

To be honest, the fact that the Doctor came to Sherag in person was already beyond SilverAsh's expectations.

"However, there will be other opportunities in the future, and Mr. Undying will be here at that time as well."

The doctor presented a scene that is worth looking forward to.

SilverAsh simply smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll wait for that day. I hope it will come soon."

The two exchanged a few words, then stood up and shook hands.

The Doctor expressed his intention to leave and asked SilverAsh to keep an eye on the situation at Rhodes Island during this time.

Although SilverAsh found it a bit strange, he still agreed to the request.

When they left the Shivaesh mansion, SilverAsh stood at the door and watched Ace and the Doctor get into the car and leave.

You can vaguely see the head of the family standing at the door in the rearview mirror until he disappears from sight.

"It's finally solved."

Ace sighed; he was finally free from the endless work.

"Should we go straight back to Rhodes Island now?"

Although the professor invited him to come and relax, how could he possibly stay idle given his personality?

The doctor had anticipated this about Ace, and Ace did many things on his own without him having to say anything.

However, the doctor did not become complacent because of this.

Instead, he spoke with unusual seriousness.

"Go to Iberia, right now."

446. The sea rises with waves.

The boundless ocean always evokes a special feeling in people.

It's like waking up from a dream and recalling what you did in the dream, while you can hear the rolling waves of the ocean playing in your ears.

The Undead stood on a rock outside the watchtower, surrounded by piles of rubble where countless corpses of Sealings lay hidden.

They were all cut into countless pieces by his greatsword.

Hai Si's viscous bodily fluids also remained in the crevices between these corpses and stones.

Then, under the relentless crashing of the waves, it turned into foam and dust, merging into the ink-black ocean.

The flames on the Undead Greatsword gradually disappeared. He reached out and patted the greatsword, brushing off the hardened clumps of sea monster fluid that had been charred by the flames, before hanging it back on his back.

"Ho...heh."

Behind the Undead, the Greyhound found two large protruding rocks and jumped over from the shore.

"Big brother."

The Undead heard the Greyhound call his name and turned to look at the Greyhound.

The greyhound threw a bottle over, and the Undead instinctively caught it.

"Try it, it's said to be a special Iberian drink with the aroma of the sea... that's what Patch said."

At first, when Greyhound started talking, the Undead were somewhat interested.

But upon hearing the last sentence, the immortal paused for a moment as he twisted the bottle cap open.