Ark of the Immortal

Maria gradually became excited.

"Because my sister is an infected person, they want her to leave. They say that infected people should not appear on the stage of the knight's competition!"

"Now, my uncle is unwilling to participate in the knight competition. The Knight Association has urged him several times. He said that at least one person from each family must register as a knight and participate in the knight competition. Otherwise, the knight's noble status will be revoked."

Maria pouted her lips and said angrily.

"I feel that even if we are revoked as knights and nobles, we in Linguang will still be a Linguang family, and our honor will not disappear. But if the things left by our ancestors are taken away from us, that shouldn't be the case!"

"With my sister gone, my uncle and I are the only ones who can do these things. If my uncle doesn't want to, then the only option is..."

Little Maria said, she was also a little unsure and a little shy.

Ever since Margaret Linguang left, Maria has been practicing quietly.

She would repeatedly take out the video of her sister fighting to observe the way her sister fought.

Thirty-four-year-old little Maria stares at the video of her sister in a daze every day.

She wants to earn honor for her family just like her sister.

To her, her sister, the Shining Knight, is the sun that leads her forward.

But!

Saying this in front of a powerful competition knight is still a bit empty talk. In addition, she is too young, and her age cannot support her to become a knight.

Even if Kuranta's body is very good, that's not the reason why she is thinking about these things now.

But the knight in front of him did not laugh mockingly.

The undead man listened very carefully. He was used to listening to other people's stories.

That's the only way to relieve boredom on a long journey.

Moreover, he would never laugh at a person who has a goal.

Although this goal is indeed out of reach for little Maria.

He spoke.

“It’s good that you have goals.”

Little Maria once again heard words that were different from what she expected.

She looked at the knight in front of her in shock, her eyes wide open and her cheeks flushed.

"However, it is too weak and needs training."

The immortal man pointed out the most important issue in one sentence.

Of course Maria knows that, but the biggest obstacle standing in front of her is not her youth.

If given the chance, she would find a strong coach.

If she can get support from her family, she will work hard for it.

But her uncle, Maena Linguang, didn't give her a chance.

She can only rely on herself.

While thinking, Maria couldn't help but look at the undead man in front of her.

Although his voice sounds very old and he doesn't like to talk!

But there is no doubt that this is a powerful knight.

if you can.

"That..."

Little Maria spoke hesitantly.

"Mr. Immortal, would you like to..."

As she was talking, a man's shout came from the corridor.

"Lord Knight! Mr. Immortal!"

It's Coase's voice.

Maria's original hesitation suddenly turned into panic.

It’s over! Uncle has finished talking to them!

"No...Mr. Immortal! You should go! Someone is calling you!"

With that said, Maria jumped out of bed, grabbed the undead man's gauntlet and tried to drag him up.

The undead man stood up and took the shield beside the chair. He walked to the door in two steps, opened it and walked out.

He glanced back at Maria.

“It’s great to chat with you!”

Maria smiled cheerfully, then scratched her head in embarrassment.

"Although I am talking most of the time, I am really happy!"

Little Maria bowed politely.

"Thanks!"

"Um."

The Immortal nodded, actually it was not bad to hear these stories.

Kos's figure appeared around the corner, and he saw the undead man.

The undead man walked over, and little Maria quietly closed the door behind the undead man's figure.

"Oh, I finally found you."

Kos breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought you were lost."

"I was always here."

the immortal asked.

"gone?"

"Let's go."

Speaking of this, Kos nodded enthusiastically.

"Things are going very well! I believe your value will rise again tomorrow morning!"

"Um."

The undead man nodded indifferently, raised his feet, and walked towards the exit. Kos followed quickly.

When the two came to the door, Maena and Fran were already waiting at the door.

"Thank you very much for coming tonight, Mr. Immortal."

Maena stretched out her right hand again, with a formulaic smile on her face.

"Hope it satisfies you!"

The undead man touched his palm symbolically.

He said slightly thoughtfully.

"good."

...

The black limousine drove on the wide road again. The moon was high and it was already late at night.

They will soon reach the home of the undead.

"Mr. Linguang is indeed a colleague who is well versed in this matter. Many things have been arranged long ago, which is close to the bottom line that the company can accept. So, tonight is actually quite rewarding."

Kos smiled happily, and so did Fran.

They have foreseen that the value of the undead will rise again, and at the same time they will be able to receive a large bonus!

"..."

The undead remained silent.

He had also heard interesting stories tonight, at least it lived up to his special time away from the campfire.

The vehicle drove into the garden of the Undead Villa.

Fran opened the back seat door for the undead.

The Immortal got out of the car, took the key and walked to the front door of his house.

"There is a game to be played tomorrow! I will pick you up in the afternoon, don't forget it!"

While the undead man opened another door opened with a key, he waved to Kos in the car to indicate that he understood.

Snapped!

Watching the door close, Kos breathed a sigh of relief.

Tonight was finally over and they could go back to rest.

He glanced to the side and saw a box on the trash can at the door.

A pizza box?

Kos grunted and started the vehicle in reverse.

"When I left in the afternoon, I remembered that there was no such box..."

29. The legend of immortality

The spear was pointed at the retro knight in front of him, the sharp tip of the spear shining brightly in the sun.

The user hid behind the large shield and locked his right hand from the wrist to the forearm. The muscles on the upper arm suddenly swelled and he thrust out with force.

The gun head popped out like a bullet! A whimper pierced the air.

Ding!

The sharp spear tip bounced off the scarred shield, and the enemy only took one step forward, putting the spear and shield knight into the greatest crisis.

He originally thought he could reflect it. But the sword and shield knight stepped on the distance between his attacks with every step. He took a step back, and the sword and shield knight took a step forward, closing the distance at four feet.

Sweat streaked down his forehead, and his eyes hidden behind the half-covered helmet showed obvious panic.

He was almost at the end of his rope, and behind him was the audience.

He wanted to turn left and right, but every attack of the sword and shield knight was aimed at the blind spot of his shield. Every time he took a step to the side, he could launch attacks from unexpected places.

If it weren't for the large shield protecting him, the gun shield knight's body would have been pierced countless times!

That guy is too strong!

The Gun Shield Knight couldn't help but groan inwardly.

This is not a competition, this is clearly a joke. The sword and shield knight seems to be strolling in the courtyard.

Less than twenty seconds into the game, he had already taken ten steps back, and his opponent had clearly mastered the rhythm.

However, what the opponent holds is only a medium shield. As long as he seizes the opportunity...

The Sword and Shield Knight once again slid forward, retracting the long sword in his right hand, and was about to stab the Gun and Shield Knight in the side!

The Gun Shield Knight was ecstatic! This is a flaw!

He was holding a shield in his left hand, and when he tried to attack with his right hand, it just happened to hit his shield! He didn't need to adjust his position to block this attack!

Ding!

The sound of steel intersecting spread out, and just as the gun and shield knight expected, the long sword stabbed into the center of the big shield!

"It's my turn! Immortal!"

The gun shield knight shouted, holding the spear firmly with his right hand, pulling the gun barrel from right to left and sweeping forward!

The gun barrel made of fine steel flashed with blue-white lightning, and he used the Origin Stone skill that he had never been able to do!