Ark Undead

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After all, in this snowy plain, humans will always subconsciously gather together for warmth, and with this good season providing a sufficient number of missions, bounty hunters don't have to worry about not having enough missions to go around.

The somewhat embarrassed and annoyed bounty hunter slammed his hand on the table and opened his mouth to refute something, but quickly withdrew his head.

Just as everyone was about to find some more amusement in him, they saw him timidly lower his head, almost burying it under the table.

They also subconsciously turned around and looked into the store.

It was only at this moment that people realized that the once noisy main hall had become quiet, and that people's gazes were more or less unnatural as they lowered their heads.

And the person standing in front of the bar at that moment caused this situation.

"This, this, and this."

She spoke softly, placing the three task forms in front of old Setu, her tone utterly indifferent.

The greatsword on his back was stained black, with a simple yet extraordinary design. The bottom of the hilt was connected to the guard by a cloth bag, which hung on his shoulder.

She then used her thin, weak arms to throw the large black bag on her back onto the bar counter in front of her, making the entire counter creak.

"Mission accomplished."

Old Setu's expression was also somewhat unnatural. He nodded, used all his strength to pick up the black bag, and put it in the back room.

He then took out three money bags from the cabinet, placed them on the bar, and pushed them towards the woman in front of him.

"This is...this is your payment. The intermediary fee has already been deducted. This is all you are entitled to."

Old Seto quickly looked up and glanced at the woman in front of him.

There was no sign of displeasure on her face. She simply put away her purse casually, then turned and left the now eerily quiet inn.

Old Seto breathed a sigh of relief and coughed lightly twice, easing the tense atmosphere in the hotel lobby slightly.

"Who ordered the wrap just now? Come and get it yourself."

"I...it's me, it's me."

The man next to the bar tapped on the table, indicating that it was over there.

After hearing what the two said, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and began to speak.

As if the silence just moments before was a joke, everyone quickly forgot about it.

Someone asked the people next to them out of curiosity.

"Who was that girl just now? Was she also a bounty hunter? She was very pretty. Why aren't you all saying anything?"

"Shut up, you idiot."

Someone nervously reprimanded him, and then added.

"That's one of the most terrifying bounty hunters. If you don't want to lose your life for no reason, don't make a sound!"

"Her? Terrifying?"

The man seemed to have heard a joke and laughed twice.

"Ha ha ha ha?"

But no one around him echoed his laughter; they all looked at him as if he were an idiot.

"Kid, you're buying us drinks, so I'll give you one more piece of advice: don't mess with her."

The middle-aged man finished his beer, slammed the glass down on the table, and then stood up.

"Don't blame us if you lose your life."

After saying that, he walked towards the door.

I had just taken on a job from Old Seto and was planning to have a drink before leaving, but I never expected to run into a devil.

His initial pleasant mood vanished instantly. He spat on the ground and was about to push open the door.

Squeak...

Someone pushed open the door and bumped right into the man.

"Get out of my way!"

The man said something instinctively.

But the cold air that rushed in through the open door cleared his slightly drunken mind.

"Can't you understand me? Get out of my way..."

Seeing that the person in front of him was neither moving nor speaking, he was about to launch into a tirade, but the person he looked up at rendered him speechless.

He stood there, frozen for several seconds, then subconsciously took two steps back, then moved a little to the side, and then pointed shakily at the bar behind him.

"Please..."

A dark brown figure carrying a greatsword slowly walked into the inn, the soles of his iron-clad shoes creaking on the wooden floor.

As he walked past the man, he added another sentence.

"Thank you."

The slightly hoarse voice made the person breathe a sigh of relief.

When the visitor reached the bar area, the man put on his hat, hugged his coat tightly, and rushed out of the hotel.

This is unbelievable! How come I've run into two incredible guys in just a few days?!

The undead went to the bar, found a seat, and placed the greatsword on his back next to the bar.

The creaking sound made old Setu show a look of reluctance.

"I told you to be gentle, be gentle, why can't you understand?"

"It's heavy, I can't do anything about it."

The Undead gave a casual explanation, then turned his gaze to the notice board behind Old Seto.

As the undead entered the inn, the inn, which was about to become lively again, fell silent once more.

Although it wasn't that they were afraid to speak, they tried their best to keep their voices down, afraid of disturbing the person sitting next to them at the bar.

"Help me, give me the corner, the form."

The undead spoke haltingly, pointing to the mission sheet in the corner.

He saw the reward listed above, something that piqued his interest.

"This one?"

After receiving a nod of approval from the Undead, Old Seto took down the task from the notice and handed it to the Undead.

"You've got your eye on this family heirloom?"

Old Setu chuckled.

“I knew you’d be interested in this.”

"Yes."

The undead nodded and continued to examine the details on the form.

This is a hunting mission: kill a giant bear hiding near Ghostspring Town. The reward is a few silver coins and a family heirloom gem that is said to be blessed by the gods.

"Bear?"

The Undead looked up at Setu in front of him.

"Some people say it's a bear, others say it isn't, but nobody has actually seen this thing."

Old Seto shrugged and continued.

"Because the hunter was injured, and a couple of woodcutters went up the mountain but couldn't get down, someone posted this job. Don't ask who it is; they know the rules."

This type of mission is actually the least popular among bounty hunters.

Giant beasts living in the mountains and forests, especially in the snowfields, usually have an extremely strong sense of danger.

With two more lives on his hands, the bounty hunter has to think twice about his abilities.

Moreover, whether or not the behemoth can be found depends on luck, which requires some tracking skills, plus the influence of the local weather in Shelag.

It usually takes two or three days to find any trace of them.

"Yes, I'll take it."

The Undead hummed in agreement and put away the mission sheet.

"Go ahead, do you want me to leave the door open for you tonight?"

Old Seto asked whether the Undead were bounty hunters worth cultivating a good relationship with.

"Need not."

The immortal shook his head, turned and left the inn.

He planned to take advantage of the good weather and go up the mountain to find the bear's location.

As the gate closed again, the bounty hunters in the inn looked at each other.

The sounds of conversation picked up again, and the silence from before was temporarily forgotten.

"Who was that guy just now? What's his name?"

The young man who had initially inquired about the female swordsman was now curiously asking around.