Ark of the Immortal

For people like Fran and Cos who do odd jobs, a monthly salary of five to six thousand is considered good. Even if it increases several times, the annual salary is still close to Markham's level.

However, someone wants to meet an immortal person, and is willing to pay one million just for a brief meeting? !

"what is this?"

Kos said calmly, with a look like "I've never seen anything like this before."

"You know, after these few games, if our money-spinner knight is willing to show his dignity, open the mailbox at his door and take a look. You can see on various poaching letters that the number is at least hundreds of thousands for a game. .”

Kos glanced at Fran next to him with a slight disdain, laughing at his short knowledge.

"Among the letters I helped him handle in the past two days, there were two letters from Uptown. Uptown, you know?"

Fran nodded and motioned for Kos to continue.

"Those noble gentlemen want the Money Tree Knight to help their family play games, and the price is."

Kos raised all the fingers of his right hand.

"Five million a game."

"Five...five hundred!! Five million?!"

Fran's face turned green with fear.

How much is this? ! How many houses can I buy in Casimir? !

"Of course, it's just a competition in the major tournament. And if you want to help them compete, they will definitely reach the top sixteen at least. The most important thing is that the cash cow knight must join their family and bear the surname of the corresponding ethnic group."

Coase added. After saying that, he smiled again.

"But that old man will definitely not be willing."

"Why are there so many?"

Fran was almost numb.

"Because those families have almost no knights who can compete."

Kos shook his head and took out another cigarette and hung it in his mouth.

"What a pity. It was originally Casimir's honor, but now he has to rely on a game to maintain his status. Well... times have changed."

Kos lit the cigarette, waited until Fran had cleared the windshield, then stepped on the accelerator again, and the car drove out of the gas station.

They headed towards the abode of the undead. The West District is mostly a residential area, and it is not commuting time now, so the roads are relatively smooth.

Fran calmed down for a moment, taking several minutes to process the fact.

When he felt calmer, he asked again.

"Who wants to invite him to meet?"

Kos glanced at Fran.

"Do you know about that glorious knight?"

"I know?"

"The family of that glorious knight."

There was some regret in Kos's tone.

"The family that has been considered in decline by some people comes to visit."

...

The car stopped in the garden of a villa in the West End. Kos and Fran got out of the car and threw the water bottles into the trash can at the door.

Kos opened the trunk and found two bundles of good firewood inside.

Kos went to the firewood market early this morning to pick them all.

"Come here and give me a hand."

Fran came to Kos, helped Kos carry a bundle of firewood on his back, carried a bundle of firewood himself, and then closed the trunk.

The two came to the door of the villa.

Kos used his fingerprint to unlock the door and opened the two-part door, revealing the luxurious ceiling decoration inside.

and empty halls.

At the request of the undead, they had demolished all the rooms except the first floor and reinstalled two load-bearing columns.

Kos walked into the hall, and the burning heat that hit his face made him couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Turning the corner of the door, a knight in silver-white armor sat beside a bonfire with a sword, silent.

"I said, old man, you can't just sit here every day. You have to move your body?"

"..."

Kos said as he walked into the hall, but unfortunately the undead man ignored him at all.

The two threw the firewood in their hands into the corner, and arranged the firewood neatly next to the fire for the convenience of the undead.

"Ha...it's quite heavy."

Kos patted his slightly dusty palms, leaned his back against the wall, and lit a cigarette.

He had asked the undead man before if he could smoke in his house, but the undead man did not object. After Kos tried smoking one, the undead man did not say anything.

In the past two weeks, Kos has almost figured out the temperament of this mysterious knight.

As long as you don't disturb him, you can do whatever you like and do your own thing.

"I said, old guy."

Kos took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled it slowly.

"Our boss, let Fran and I take you to change into a suit of clothes. You want a full-body dark suit. If not, you should also change into a ceremonial knight's armor."

"No change."

The immortal finally spoke. This was the third sentence the immortal had spoken in the past two weeks.

"No, it's just a change of clothes. I don't want you to do anything else."

Kos couldn't help but rub his eyes. He still wasn't good at dealing with the undead.

When the undead man spoke again, it was still two words.

"No change."

"..."

This time it was Kos's turn to be silent.

Fran watched Kos hit the wall, and he felt that he had to say something.

"Someone wants to see you and invite you to a dinner party. Master, you also know that you need to wear formal clothes to attend the banquet, right?"

The undead man turned his head and looked at Fran. He still said two words.

"Not going."

Fran was choked, and he immediately understood how Kos felt.

Kos thought for a moment and then spoke.

"These people have given a lot of money, and in terms of status, the company cannot refuse. Although they are a declining knight family, they are still nobles after all, and the boss does not want to antagonize them. He also said, I hope you can see these firewood and For the sake of the house, help him once.”

The undead man raised his head and glanced at Kos.

The boss they called was the man who gave them a house, met all their requirements, and even asked Cos, two fat and thin knights, to buy him firewood.

He will never forget this kindness, but the essence of this kindness is actually a transaction.

"Because I want to attend a banquet. So, do you want to change clothes?"

Kos saw the undead raising his head and thought to himself.

There's drama!

"Yes! You understand what I mean!"

"Um...not going."

Snapped!

Kos slapped himself in the face.

What kind of madness did he have to think that this adult would give him face?

After thinking about it, Kos rubbed his temples and said.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to change clothes, we can use the mysterious knight to protect his identity as an excuse."

Cos was somewhat helpless.

"But let's go? After all, they are also an ancient knight family, the family of the glorious knight."

The undead man looked at Kos, as if he wanted to hear more reasons.

This means that his heart has started to move.

"How about it? Think about it?"

Coase struck while the iron was hot.

"In this case, if you go, I will go outside the city tomorrow and go to the firewood factory to find you the best firewood."

As he spoke, Kos raised his right hand and raised two fingers.

"Two bundles!"

"Okay, go."

The Money Tree Knight answered quickly and nodded.

Kos breathed a sigh of relief, and finally got him to agree through hard work.

But why do I feel so tired?

It's like bargaining with a child.

The difference is that you use toys to bargain with children. But bargaining with the undead for the best firewood.

"So, think about it and change your clothes?"

Cosmo rubbed his palms and looked at the undead with a flattering expression.

But the undead man looked towards the bonfire.

"No change."

26.A knight named Linguang

"The real name of that glorious knight is Margaret Linguang. She comes from the noble knight family you are going to tonight."

The sky has turned into a deep black, with the city lights covering the darkness with a layer of brilliance.

"She was the champion of the 22nd Casimir Knights Major three years ago. She stood on this stage as an untitled knight and became famous for the glory of her family. When she became the champion, she won My own title."

A black limousine was driving on the road, and there were many vehicles. But it does not affect the driving speed, just because the road is wide enough.

"But after that, something happened that was regrettable for everyone. The Glory Knight was deported because he concealed his identity as an infected person in the competition. This was also the first person to be deported in so many years. Knight Champion."

Fran threw a toffee into his mouth and took another sip of water.

Fran even put on her only custom-made dress. After all, according to his body size, it is really difficult to find a suitable dress.

"Although there are rumors, she is not an infected person, just because she does not have any sponsors behind her, nor has she done anything to contribute to Casimir's business prosperity. Therefore, she was maliciously infected, which led to her becoming an infected person. By."

When Kos said this, his tone was obviously regretful. He was regretting the departure of this knight.

"But she did inspire more knights to participate in knightly competitions. Not just for profit, but for the glory of knights."

"After all, the financial reports of the past two years show that after Knight Yao left, more independent knights began to register with the Knights Association. Although they did not contribute to Casimir's business prosperity, they did bring many exciting games. .”

Fran added next to him. He reached across the seat and handed the undead a bottle of water.

"Master, do you want some water?"

The undead man shook his head. He was listening to Kos's story about this family.