Ark of the Immortal

Wei Na first nodded and agreed to the immortal, after all, they can be considered friends.

But she was still shocked by the departure of the undead.

"When are you leaving? Why so suddenly?"

The undead man shook his head.

"Not sure. But, soon."

The undead man has already felt that his consciousness sometimes becomes temporarily blurred.

Just like today, he didn't have to sleep in the past. But I just got home today, threw a few sticks on the fire, and soon fell asleep next to the bonfire. It wasn't until Melanza knocked on the door that the undead man was awakened.

In his gut, Victoria was not a safe place.

And his own time is running out. Although even the undead man himself doesn't know why.

He wanted to leave Victoria when he was almost at his limit, find a place where no one could find him, and then quietly face the possibility of eternal sleep.

In the memory of the undead, this happens to those who have died many times.

There are also undead people who quickly lose their minds after losing their goals.

But for himself, he has no goals and has not died a few times.

And the fact that he can stay awake for such a long time is obviously different from ordinary immortals.

But even I can't guarantee what will happen after losing my mind.

The immortals don’t want to hurt their friends living in Victoria.

"I will tell you."

The undead man stared at the bonfire in front of him and told Vina his conditions.

"The exchange is, I'm sober, and I'll help."

Although I have become accustomed to the intermittent way of speaking of the undead. But Wei Na still spent a lot of effort to understand the meaning of the immortal.

The Immortal said he would talk to Vina when he left Victoria.

In exchange for protecting Melantha, as long as the Undead is still in Victoria, the Glasgow Gang can come to him if they encounter any trouble and he will help.

"Okay, I accept."

Vina nodded and accepted the deal with the undead.

She noticed that after she said she accepted, the undead man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

He sat a little more rickety, as if he had let go of something.

Vina could guess why.

After all, they are his students.

The immortal thought for a while, then turned his head and asked Wei Na.

"Gift, what to give?"

"?" Wei Na was stunned for a moment.

"Melanza, farewell gift."

The undead man added another sentence.

Only then did Vina understand that the immortal was seeking her advice on giving Melantha a farewell gift.

The immortal is still thinking about the cake.

That was Melantha's first gift to the immortal.

If it's not a reward for the transaction, then as a teacher, shouldn't there be a gift in return?

At least as a souvenir when parting.

11. Patterns in memory

Within the next week, the undead returned to their peaceful lives.

Every morning, Hannah would always come on time to deliver a day's worth of firewood to the undead.

Hannah and Vina are still very concerned about this. After all, firewood, as long as it is not very expensive wood, is available in the upper city.

Especially for old furniture, as long as the wood is removed, the quality will not be too bad.

The undead people stay in their homes every day, waiting for Hannah or Vina to deliver firewood.

Hannah enjoys spending time in the chamber of the undead. Hannah would also take a nap in the undead room if she had something to deal with the night before.

Lean next to the warm campfire, listen to the crackling sound of burning wood, and have a casual chat with the undead.

Although the undead man's deep voice is very hoarse, it can still be regarded as a subwoofer.

After all, there is the reverberation bonus of the helmet.

Hannah would soon be asleep next to the fire.

If Hannah fell asleep, the immortal would cross her legs, hold her hands together, lower her head, and close her eyes to rest for a while.

As the undead man expected, his sleep time during this period skyrocketed.

I didn't need to rest before, but now I have to sleep for more or less hours every day.

Especially these two days, the undead often close their eyes when the sun just sets.

When she opened her eyes again, Hannah was already knocking on the door.

The feeling of weakness and blockage emanating from various parts of the body became increasingly severe.

Even when practicing with Melanza today, the undead man almost failed to contain his strength and stabbed Melanza through.

Fortunately it was only against her chest, where her heart was. If the undead man didn't stop exerting his strength, Melanza would already be a corpse.

"..."

After realizing that he was in this state, the undead man immediately stopped the sparring. After watching Melantha practice a hundred swings of the sword, he let her sit by the campfire to rest for a while, and then let Melantha go back.

Melanza left five gold coins, said goodbye to the undead and left.

And Wei Na, who came to deliver firewood today, was watching the two people's sparring and also noticed the condition of the immortal.

After the immortal closed the door, Vina asked.

"How... almost stopped it?"

"Um."

The undead man returned to the bonfire, selected a piece of wood from the firewood pile nearby, and threw it into the fire.

The firewood bounced twice on the fire and rolled to the edge of the bonfire. Fortunately, the fire was big enough and the firewood still burned.

"Body, out of control."

The undead man said as he put the straight sword left by Melantha back into the scabbard, and put away his own tachi.

"No, no more practice. Something goes wrong."

Vina frowned. The undead man's tone of voice sounded more and more like someone with language problems.

His words were intermittent. I could barely hear them before, but now I can't understand what he is saying without thinking.

Could it be that the undead person contracted some serious disease? Will this disease cause him to gradually lose control of his body?

Wei Na speculated in her heart that maybe the undead left Victoria just to treat her own disease?

"If you need any help, feel free to let us know."

Vina took a lollipop out of her bag and put it in her mouth.

"Although this is only downtown, Hannah and I can help you think of something uptown."

"Need not."

The undead man shook his head, and he knocked on his chest with his hand. The gauntlet collided with the armor, making a banging sound.

"Here, the hole. Victoria, there's no way."

"?" Wei Na really couldn't understand what the immortal man's words meant.

But at least she understood that the immortal said that his disease could not be cured, at least in Victoria.

Just as the undead man stopped talking, he suddenly thought of something else.

"Vina, gift."

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me."

Wei Na also remembered something and took out a small badge from her inner bag near her chest.

"Here, this is the thing you want."

She threw the medal in her hand to the undead man, who reached out to catch it and observed the medal in his hand by the light of the fire.

"This thing looks very exquisite. I have never seen this logo before. Do you recognize it?"

Vina asked the immortal curiously.

The undead asked Vina to make this badge. The immortal drew the pattern with charcoal and asked Vina to take it to a blacksmith to help make it.

Originally, Vina wanted to find a factory to carve it for the undead, but the undead insisted on having the blacksmith make the carvings by hand.

This also spent all the undead man's savings, all the money he had left from the time he started teaching Melanza until now, except for buying firewood.

"I do not recognize."

The undead man shook his head and continued to follow the light and examine the badge in his hand.

"I should know. Remember the pattern. I forgot what it is."

Although the undead man spoke intermittently, Wei Na could barely understand it.

"Then why do you have to create a badge with this pattern?"

Vina asked, thinking there must be some special meaning to it. Otherwise, the immortal would not spend so much money to make this badge.

"..."

The undead man was silent and shook his head.

He really couldn't remember, but when he was thinking about what could help Melantha, he immediately thought of this pattern.

It seems that this pattern has some special meaning, can it improve Melanza's current situation?

The immortal puts away the badge first. Before he gives it away, he himself needs to cast a special blessing on the badge. Just doing this now won't have any effect.

Vina didn't understand what the undead wanted to do. But since it is an exquisite badge that he spent so much money to create, it must have its own function.

Moreover, if we only talk about the manufacturing process, such exquisite patterns are enough to be collected and appreciated slowly.

Vina stood up from the ground. She still had many things to do and couldn't stay here with the undead for long.

"Mr. Wandering Soul, I'm leaving first. I wish you a nice day."

Vina waved to the undead man, closed the door, and left the undead man's house.

The undead man sat in front of the bonfire, clutching the badge in his hand, and started dazing again today.

Melanza carefully poked her head out from behind the wall and took a look at her home. After making sure that no one was inside, she tiptoed through the back door.

But immediately a voice said helplessly.

"What are you doing out of the house so early, my little sweetheart?"

The ears on Melanza's head stood up, and her hair almost straightened. She awkwardly turned her gaze to the second-floor window.

Father stood by the window and happened to see Melanza coming home quietly.

"Dad...dad."

Melanza knew that her father had discovered her sneaking out, so she had no choice but to lower her head and come to the hall.

My father just put on his clothes and came downstairs.

As he came to Melantha's side, he reached out and rubbed Melantha's silky hair, and asked curiously.

"During this period, you will get up very early and leave home every weekend. Is there any special agreement with your friends?"