Ark Undead

With a sigh, Bloodthorn's handsome face broke into a smile as he raised his hand.

A red light shone from his hand, instantly dissolving the congealed blood on the undead armor, merging with the water vapor in the air, and gathering in the Bloodthorn Triangle.

The undead's armor became clean again, the grayish-white armor looking as if it had been scorched by flames.

"The blood of the weak should not taint the body of the strong, Mr. Undying, I look forward to fighting you."

As Bloodthorn spoke, he bowed to the Undead once more.

"See you in the arena tomorrow, no one dies."

Bloodthorn turned and walked towards the door.

Just as he was about to walk to the tavern door, he remembered something and turned back to say it.

"Oh, right."

He pointed to the side of the tavern and said.

"I've taken care of that scoundrel for you. You're welcome. Just remember to clean up afterward."

After saying that, Bloodthorn pushed open the door and left, extremely carefree.

Zofia glanced back, but saw nothing. She looked at the Undead with a puzzled expression.

"There are people lying in ambush."

He said.

"They were all dead two minutes ago."

Zofia's eyes widened.

She remembered chatting with the undead at that time. But she hadn't sensed the ambush at all!

"I cannot stay any longer. It's dangerous."

The Undead looked at Zofia, leaned closer, and whispered to her.

"Good, training, Maria."

"Are you really going to participate in the finals?"

Zofia looked at the Undead with concern. If the Undead really went to the arena tomorrow, it would be like lambs to the slaughter!

The Merchant Alliance and the Knights' Guild will definitely surround the arena. At that point, even if no one dies, they won't be able to leave!

"A promise must not be broken."

The Immortals Theory.

"Just like the sun rising and setting, it never stops."

After saying that, the Undead turned and left Martin's Bar.

"Teacher! Wait for me!"

When Maria saw the undead about to leave, she hurriedly chased after him, wanting to stop him from leaving.

In her mind, the Undead were her teachers. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, she didn't understand what the business alliance represented. She simply understood that the Undead killed bad guys, and that some people were plotting against the Undead.

"Maria!"

Zofia reached out and grabbed Maria, preventing her from following.

"Be good, stay."

"teacher!"

Maria watched anxiously as the undead walked out of the bar, and she looked at Zofia with confusion.

"Auntie, why did the teacher leave? Didn't he prevent bad people from doing evil anymore? Why are those companies and businesses targeting the teacher? Why is the Knights Association arresting the teacher?"

"this..."

Zofia wanted to explain to Maria, but she couldn't get the words out.

She couldn't say it because Maria believed it was too early for a child like Maria to be exposed to such dark things. Besides, she couldn't answer Maria's questions.

Is she going to say, "Because this is the law, this is the rule?"

Zofia herself couldn't agree with these rules and principles. She probably knew they were wrong, which was why Zofia was initially unwilling to let Maria participate in the knightly competition.

Zofia was powerless to resist, simply because she lived in such a country and had become accustomed to its rules.

The existence of the immortals is like a source of light, a lamp. It illuminates and exposes all the inconsistencies in Casimir to the human eye.

But Zofia didn't dare stand next to him.

Even the light in the darkness can be torn apart by the darkness itself, and Zofia was powerless to bear it.

The immortal walked further and further away, and soon disappeared around the street corner.

Maria watched her teacher walk in the darkness, her heart filled with concern for her teacher.

This scene felt strangely familiar to Maria, just like when her sister Margaret left a few years ago.

Naively, she thought that someone simply disliked her sister. So they spoke ill of her sister, saying she was infected and forcing her sister to leave.

But now, she has revealed a corner of Kazimierz's true face.

Therefore, the young Rinko began to think and question.

Is what Casimir did—this kind of knightly competition that is tied to interests—really reasonable?

But is the honor brought by the Knights' competition truly genuine?

written request for leave

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54. A sharp sword pierces the fog.

The next day, it was cloudy with light rain.

Kazimir, Grand Knights' Territory, Flameblade Arena.

Today is the final match of the 23rd Casimir Knights Tournament. In other words, the strongest champion of the past three years will be crowned today.

The overcast skies and rain did nothing to dampen the audience's enthusiasm. In fact, it was precisely this kind of weather, without the interference of glaring sunlight, that allowed the audience to clearly see the Cavaliers' movements and made the whole game more entertaining.

Tickets for the stands were sold out three days in advance, and everyone was looking forward to the match.

Mob was giving a passionate commentary, trying his best to make this match, which would surely be recorded in Kazimierz history, more interesting and exciting for the audience, so that more money would be poured into the prize pool.

The audience members also brought banners of the Knights they supported, as well as various posters they made themselves.

Everyone has been preparing for today's match for a long time, eager to witness a historic game.

But some people know that today's match will probably end with one side absent.

He sat in the highest room, the room belonging to the highest board of directors of the business alliance.

In previous editions, the seats here were always full as people came to watch the game and prepare for their business plans for the next three years.

But today, only one person came, and this person wasn't even a high-ranking member of the business alliance.

In this competition, none of the Cavaliers from the commercial league made it to the next round; they all fell to the two Cavaliers who participated today.

The fact that he is immortal is already astonishing enough, but his existence seriously interferes with the Business Alliance's ability to control the Knights' Tournament.

The other one is even more thought-provoking.

The Knights Association's special invitation slot this year was given to an outsider who had never participated in the Knights Tournament before, and he was also a Sarkaz.

Sarkaz represents Oripathy, the disease of those infected. The Knights Guild's actions are undoubtedly a statement in their favor.

After today, it seems that all infected individuals will have the potential to become knights.

The Knights Association's move appears to be a accusation against the commercial league for using public opinion to drive out the Shining Knights a few years ago.

But everyone in the know understands that the Knights Association is simply using this method to further expand the scope of knightly competitions, allowing more people to participate, while also serving as a warning to the commercial leagues.

You can go into business, I won't stop you. But you can't mess with other things; there are some things you can't touch.

The knight named Bloodthorn was a pawn secretly cultivated by the Knights Association, intended to be used as a countermeasure against the Commercial Alliance this year as a warning.

Although the undead monster has emerged, the Knights Association has already achieved its goal.

Those in business alliances will not win championships; they may fight for profits below, but honor will never be in their hands.

But would a business alliance just swallow its anger like this?

Since they couldn't achieve victory openly, they resorted to other methods.

Find a way to prevent the Undead from participating, forcing him to leave. This way, Bloodthorn will automatically become the champion.

But how can such a championship have any real value?

If Bloodthorn really manages to snatch victory in the finals in this way, the Knights Association will definitely lose face.

Whether it's a business alliance or a knightly association, their competition is mutually beneficial, and they both adhere to the same concept.

They used the immortals as sacrifices.

At this moment, the audience was unaware that today was the first time in Kazimierz's history that a final match would be held with a participant absent.

Meanwhile, those who orchestrated this event were in a meeting, gloating with satisfaction.

After this incident, if any of the Undead dare to show up at the Flameblade Arena and participate in today's match, they'll be handing themselves over to us!

Whether he comes or not, it will be the best outcome for him!

"The match will start in five minutes."

A member of the Felin tribe, dressed in a black suit, sat in a room belonging to the Business Alliance. He glanced at his watch and then at the audience.

A large portion of the audience were residents of Kazimierz who supported the immortals.

"Humph."

The man smiled dismissively. Their hero would be absent from the match today, and the legend of immortality would come to an end.

He took out his terminal, opened his contacts, and dialed a number from one of the contacts.