Ark of the Immortal

The undead man knew that his hometown was in a place called Lordland, but he couldn't remember what he did before.

He's had this armor on him since he woke up around Victoria, and he remembers not being able to take the helmet off. Otherwise something bad will happen and people around him will look at him like a monster.

Not even any part of the body can be exposed.

In fact, the undead themselves would take off their gauntlets at night and observe themselves with the light of the campfire.

They were a pair of hands that could not be called alive, with shriveled skin and muscles, like walking mummies.

He has no friends, and the only people with whom he can occasionally communicate are Vina and Hannah.

There is also a guy named Morgan, who is the strategist of the Glasgow Gang. But I rarely see him, he always seems to be busy with other things.

As for Melanza, the immortal really didn't know what to say to her.

So let’s not talk about it. Anyway, Melanza just asked him to teach some fighting skills.

It’s just that he needs to find a chance to tell her that it’s time to leave Victoria.

His thinking is getting slower and slower, and he can hardly remember how much he spent on the last time he bought wood.

Is it one gold coin or several silver coins?

The undead man stared at the bonfire in silence, thinking about some random things.

Melanza next to her just looked at the undead man, staring at his armor without a black robe, observing the various marks made by weapons on it.

Come to think of it, the undead must be warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles, right?

Only a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles can see through the direction of the enemy's weapons in an instant, and accurately aim every attack at the vital point.

This is not a fighting show, but a real killing technique.

Melanza stared at the undead and thought about the undead.

She has only the purest respect and gratitude for the immortals.

Thank him for helping me on that rainy day and respect his skills as a warrior.

This is why Melanza insists on calling the undead teacher.

Because the undead was really teaching her a special fighting technique, she was now almost better than the disciples of her fencing teacher, and it had only been a month since she started learning from the undead.

You go back.

The immortal issued an eviction order.

OK.

Melanza stood up from the floor and dusted herself off.

She glanced at the cake still placed next to the undead man and couldn't help but speak.

Mr. Immortal, remember to take the time to eat the cake, otherwise it will spoil.

The undead man didn't speak, as if he didn't hear him.

But Melanza knew that the undead man must have heard it, but he just didn't want to speak.

Without making any more noise, Melanza put her small satchel on her back, bowed obediently to the undead man behind his back, and left the undead man's house quietly.

After Melanza closed the door, it took a while before the undead turned his head and glanced at the cake box next to him.

He took off his helmet and gauntlets, placed them in front of the bonfire, and picked up the box of small cakes with gray-white, demon-like palms.

The eyes that were sunken into their sockets became almost completely black, as deep as darkness without any light, and his turbid eyes stared at the cake in his hand.

There was no memory of this cake in his memory, so he had no idea what it tasted like.

The undead man used the knife placed next to the cake to cut a small piece of cake.

After pausing for a while, the immortal man gently dug his fingers into the cream on the surface of the separated cake.

The cream is a little creamy to the touch.

He opened his lips, which were so dry that they looked like tree bark, and chewed the small cake in his mouth with his rotten teeth.

The white cream left traces on his somewhat darkened lips, which looked indescribably weird.

Slippery and soft, it can be separated with one bite. But not surprisingly, there is still no smell.

He actually knew that he could neither smell nor taste.

After eating a piece of cake, the undead man put down the remaining cake in his hand, wiped the cream off his hands with the black robe wrapped around his body, and put on his helmet and gauntlets again.

The cake has no taste.

This concludes that the cream cake has no taste.

Take it to Hannah to eat in the evening. Melantha likes cake, and girls like Hannah should also like it. At least it won't be like me, unable to taste anything.

The immortal thought so and closed the lid of the cake.

6. Oversleeping is not a bad thing

In fact, the undead man knew very well that he couldn't taste it.

From the day he became immortal, he had lost his sense of smell and taste.

During the long journey, I didn’t leave any food-related memories.

Except for two things.

He remembered that someone made soup, and another...drink? then what?

He couldn't remember who that person was. But he still remembered the pot of yellow soup and the drinks or wine in small wooden barrels.

All in all, eating is a waste of time for the undead.

Except for any recovery items that need to be taken in, there is no need to eat anything else.

Putting the cake box away from the campfire to prevent the high temperature from causing problems with the cake, the undead came back and sat down.

It was still quite some time before the night Hannah was talking about, and the undead were ready to sit next to the warm campfire.

In fact, if you want to say how important the bonfire is to the undead, it is not necessarily true.

The undead can survive without a campfire, but this has become a habit for the undead.

Such a bonfire can bring a strange sense of security to the undead.

It sounds strange, but as long as they stay near a campfire, the undead feel that there is no danger, or that any danger is not a problem.

As long as you are close to the campfire, you will feel very relaxed and can put down all your burdens and just sit and rest.

If one day the Immortal can retrieve his memory, he might be able to understand why, but until then...

Just stay next to the campfire, at least it's safer than wandering outside.

In the past, he would occasionally go out for a walk, fight with Hannah and Vina, or take the initiative to find work.

But over this period of time, I have become more and more lazy to go out.

A day passes quickly for him, and sometimes he falls asleep for no apparent reason.

Just like an older cat, it likes to take a nap next to the stove, occasionally wagging its tail to change positions.

Time flies quickly, and there is nothing else for the undead to do except squatting next to the campfire in a daze.

When the undead man opened his eyes, there was no sunlight coming in from the window.

The undead man sat up from the ground and stretched. The armor on his body made a slightly rusty collision sound with every slight movement.

What time has it been?

The immortal man stood up and came to the window. He saw a bright moon in the sky.

...

You seem to understand that you seem to have missed your appointment?

The undead man came to the campfire, picked a few pieces of firewood from the firewood pile, threw them into the fire, and then picked up the rusty sword on the ground.

He conveniently pinned the scabbard next to him to his belt. The scabbard was loosened and loosened by the undead, so that it could barely accommodate the rusty sword.

After stuffing the sword into the scabbard, the immortal thought for a moment, took two more pieces of firewood from the firewood pile and threw them into the fire.

Okay, so even if he doesn't come back all night, the bonfire won't go out.

Picking up the black wind robe scattered randomly on the ground, he covered his armor.

The undead man opened the door and gradually moved from silence to the noisy neighborhood.

——

It was urgent, Hannah was urgent.

Logically speaking, Mr. Wandering Soul should have arrived an hour ago.

Even the opponent arrived a few minutes ago, but there was still no sign of Mr. Wandering Soul.

Could it be that he fell asleep?

Hannah immediately gave up the idea. How could a strong man like Mr. Wandering Soul forget the time of hiring?

It should be because of weapons or armor, right?

Thinking like this, Hannah couldn't help but look at the streets that had been cleared.

The entire street was deserted. Only the firelight was still flashing outside the warning cordon in the distance. It was not yet time to rest for the night, and the night market was still lively.

Now, people from my own neighborhood are coming and standing in front.

This is the news that Hannah received. At this time, Weena was not in the lower city, and Morgan followed Weena there, leaving Hannah alone to guard.

It is estimated that the other party also received this news and chose this time to launch an attack on the territory of the Glasgow Gang.

In fact, it is said to be territory, which is the territory that these gangs occupy through violent means and where they can conduct some special businesses.

Very traditional.

The leading man also held an iron rod in his hand.

Behind him were dozens of people like him.

He was armed with sharp or blunt weapons and his clothes were very shabby.

There are more or less a few scars on the exposed skin, and you can tell at a glance that he is not an ordinary gangster.

Hannah was followed by dozens of members of the Glasgow gang.

Hannah squeezed the finger tiger in her hand tightly. She didn't know when the other party planned to take action.

While Hannah was waiting for the immortal, the leading man opposite spoke.

Who are you waiting for? the man said, and the scar across his right eye trembled. I heard that the one in charge of you is called Wei Na? Why isn't she there?

It's none of your business, even if the boss isn't here, we can beat you down. Hannah sneered and said proudly. But where did you come from? Didn't you know this was our Glasgow Gang's territory?

There are many secrets in Victoria, why not treat this as a secret? The man glanced back and forth at the gang members behind Wei Na several times, and he smiled. So no matter how good the gangster is, he is still a gangster, and he is still using the rules of fighting for territory.

Listening to his tone, Hannah always felt that something was wrong. It doesn't seem like he's on the street.

The alarm bells in her heart rang. This date was a bit strange. Not long after Vina left, someone came to the door and said that they would launch an attack on the Glasgow Gang tonight.

At that time, it was thought that the gangs who were suppressed in other corners heard that Wei Na was gone and thought that Hannah was a soft persimmon.

Looking back now, it was not just an ordinary gang fight as Hannah thought.

Is it aimed at Wei Na?

I've never heard of someone like you in downtown Victoria, Hannah said tentatively. Are the adults in the upper city also interested in coming to the lower city to play with us?

The man sneered.

Huh, let's use the lower city's methods to solve the problems in the lower city. Don't always have anything to do with the upper city.

Hannah was stunned, this really made her guess right.

It's a pity that Morgan is not here. If Morgan were here, he might have outlined the background of these strange people in a few words!

I don't want to waste any more time with you.

The man raised the iron rod in his hand and pointed it at Hannah in front of him.

Before dawn, the Glasgow Gang will not...