Ark Undead

"Why not give it a try? There's no harm in trying. I'll try it too."

Greyhound shook the bottle in his hand at the Undead, showing it to him.

It does indeed have the same packaging as the bottle in the Undead's hand, and looks no different.

Upon hearing this, the Undead remained silent for a while before finally unscrewing the bottle cap.

The Undead were fine, but Greyhound frowned as soon as he opened the bottle.

"What's that smell...?"

The greyhound muttered to itself as it pinched its nose and took a sip.

The immortal also symbolically sipped a tiny bit into his mouth.

Greyhound's brows furrowed immediately, but he didn't spit it out right away.

Perhaps out of respect for Patch, Greyhound frowned and swallowed the drink in his mouth.

The Undead smacked his lips; he was currently in a state where his humanity had not yet been replenished, so he couldn't taste anything.

However, after drinking it, there was still a slightly astringent feeling in my mouth.

"If I hadn't drunk so much of his soup, I probably wouldn't have been able to swallow it either."

Greyhound muttered a complaint under his breath, then silently screwed the cap back on the bottle and placed it on the rock next to him.

The Undead asked as he screwed the bottle cap back on.

"What, the taste?"

"The taste? It's an amazing taste."

Greyhound first described it based on his first impression, then thought for a moment and said something else.

"It's like the entire ocean is condensed into one, with a rich briny smell and seafood aroma intertwined. Most importantly, it also has a salty taste. After you finish drinking it, a strange milky aroma will emerge from your esophagus."

"Perhaps people who like it will really like it. I, for one, can't stand it... Oh right, W said this stuff tastes like ink."

Greyhound brought out W again, and he casually turned his head to take a look.

W stood among a group of Rhodes Island operators, looking up at the watchtower, lost in thought.

"You and W have a good relationship."

When the Undead saw Greyhound instinctively turn around to look for W's location, he said...

"I had this feeling back in Yan Kingdom."

To be honest, Greyhound and W felt that their relationship was unusually good ever since they met in Yan Country.

They started out as sworn enemies, but later inexplicably became companions and even traveled to Iberia together.

It's unclear how Greyhound convinced W to come with him. But at least it made these two seemingly unsociable people become more sociable.

There's a strange sense of partnership between us.

When in front of others, W is always the one who talks a lot, and his words are sharp and to the point, while Greyhound is very quiet.

However, W tends to be rather silent in front of the Undead, while Greyhound always manages to stir up the emotions of the crowd in various ways and enjoys talking to the Undead.

This reminded the Undead of a duo he had encountered long ago.

Anri, with Horace.

Although Anri eventually became his "partner," he failed to fulfill his responsibilities as the King of Ghosts.

The immortals never truly regarded Anri as their "companion," or perhaps it would be better to use the concept of a fellow traveler.

"Well, it's strange, isn't it?"

Greyhound scratched his head; his thoughts were getting a little jumbled up when the topic came up.

“We came together not because we have any common grand goals.”

"On the contrary, our goals are purely selfish, but it is this selfishness that is strangely similar."

"We all want to see that queen again... or find any news about her."

"Perfect, this dream just happens to be..."

Greyhound spread his hands toward the Undead and shrugged.

"The immortal asked curiously."

"So, Kal'tsit, what did you say to each other?"

Kal'tsit had previously said she had something to say to Greyhound and W.

After she spoke with the two men, they fell silent.

Greyhound also brushed past the Undead three times, only raising his head to greet the Undead before immediately lowering his head to think.

Only now has Greyhound had the energy to actively approach the Undead and speak to them.

Greyhound seemed somewhat disinterested when the Undead brought up the topic.

“The queen delivered a message to us, but to be honest, I don’t think it was just between the two of us.”

The greyhound rubbed its hair.

She said she was very grateful that we, as Sarkaz, stood by her side. But life is a long journey, and perhaps in the future we will encounter other things or ideals worthy of being our life goals. Never confine yourself to a fixed dream.

After Greyhound finished speaking, the Undead did not respond.

The greyhound didn't speak again.

The two fell into silence.

Just as Greyhound said, such words sound like they could be said to all those who follow Theresa, not just Greyhound and W.

"Then, we questioned Kal'tsit, asking her if she was just giving us the runaround and if she had made up some stories."

After a long silence, Greyhound finally spoke again.

“She said she had no reason to lie to us; Queen Theresa knew that we had entered the dream. So she was saying this to both of us.”

"Kal'tsit also said that the king told her that although W's personality might seem difficult to get along with, she was definitely a trustworthy partner, and I was also a trustworthy person, with top-notch abilities and intelligence among elite operators. She told Kal'tsit not to isolate us just because we are outside of Rhodes Island's system."

The greyhound rubbed its cheeks with both hands, looking somewhat distressed.

"These are not the words that that wretched woman Kal'tsit would say..."

As Greyhound said, Kal'tsit could not have said such a thing in front of the two of them, nor could she have used such an adjective to describe Greyhound and W.

In other words, he had come to believe that this was the message Theresa had brought for the two of them.

So what does this mean?

Are you saying that searching for traces of me is unnecessary? Or are you just being polite and going through the motions?

Even the immortals wouldn't know how to understand these words.

"Later I figured it out."

The greyhound let out a long sigh.

"It was precisely because she was the loving and compassionate Theresa that the king uttered such words."

"We should ride the winds she blows for us and soar high, rather than remain stagnant because of her departure."

In fact, Theresa didn't mean to reprimand her. On the contrary, she happily accepted Greyhound and W's actions in searching for her.

But as Greyhound said, Theresa was a true queen who never considered herself the only one.

Greyhound came to find the Undead because, among these people, the Undead was probably the only one suitable to be the listener.

Scout and Logos probably also want to know what happened in the dream. But it's not the right time for them to ask Kal'tsit; they can only continue on their own.

Only the Undead, who has no burdens, can completely confide his thoughts to the Undead.

The Undead could roughly guess Greyhound's current state.

Therefore, he remained silent.

The greyhound sat on the reef, and the undead stood on the reef.

They didn't speak, and neither did the rocks.

Only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, creating a noisy and chaotic noise, mingled with the complex thoughts in Greyhound's mind.

The greyhound gazed at the sea, as if hoping the waves would wash over his mind, mixing these complex emotions together, and drifting away with the mysterious and vast ocean.

The end of that dream symbolized the complete passing of a great king.

But they cannot stop now to mourn her departure; instead, they must go on to accomplish another perilous goal.

Only when I steal a moment from my busy schedule can I secretly recall the past with her in a corner of my mind.

Greyhound felt this feeling was so awful, he couldn't stand it anymore.

He knew that perhaps this was the right state for Kal'tsit to be in—not to grieve over her departure, but to join in on her unfinished work.

But the greyhound didn't have that strong ability to adjust. When his obsession disappeared, all that was left was a blank sheet of paper.

A long time has passed.

The two were only able to escape the silent environment when Rhodes Island operators on the shore called for the Undead and Greyhounds.

"Someone is calling us from over there, let's go."

Greyhound composed himself and gave the Undead a natural smile.

"Thank you so much, big brother. I'll treat you to something delicious when we get back to Rhodes Island."

The immortals don't care about this.

But it was as Greyhound turned around that the Undead spoke up and asked.

Greyhound.

"Ah."

The greyhound, who was about to leap out, stopped and responded.

"Kal'tsit, did you... tell me... I..."

The immortal still managed to ask.