Ark of the Immortal

So little Melanza would use some excuse to run out every weekend and come to the immortal's house to practice swordsmanship.

Melanza was not strong enough, so the Immortal asked her to learn how to use the sword.

Melanza was still learning to fencing, and she practiced stabbing almost every day. Therefore, the undead man ordered a fixed knife for little Melanza based on her weapon usage characteristics.

Of course, it was the little rich woman’s money.

From the beginning, I was out of breath even when I picked up this fixed knife, but now the two of them can start fighting exercises. It is inseparable from Melanza's own efforts.

The swordsmanship taught to Melanza by the undead originated from an Eastern school in his memory. Although his memory is fragmented, his body remembers.

The girl has to practice sword swinging every day. Even at home, you can’t throw away the hundred sword swings every day.

This is not only a training for her body, but also an exercise that allows her to swing faster and more powerfully.

"Swing the sword, a hundred times, don't forget."

So after today's sparring session, Melanza stood behind the undead man and started today's slashing practice.

With each swing, Melanza tried her best to stabilize her aching arms, straighten her back, and straighten her purple cat ears.

This is the girl's requirement for herself, and she must reach the number specified by the teacher.

There can only be more, not less!

The blade sliced ​​through the air, making a whining sound that cut through the air.

When the girl waved to the last ten times, there were distinct footsteps outside the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

Then there were regular knocks on the door.

4. Hannah from Glasgow Gang

The knocking on the door was very clear, and the intervals between each knock were also very small. It could be heard that it was a person who acted vigorously and resolutely.

"Ninety-six! Ninety-seven! Ninety-eight! Ninety-nine! One hundred!"

Melanza took a deep breath and swung the last knife. The blade stopped steadily in mid-air.

Even though her arm was extremely sore, Melanza still stabilized her breathing and put the straight sword back into its sheath.

"you take a rest."

After Melantha finished swiping her sword a hundred times, the undead man asked Melantha to rest for a while, while he stood up from the bonfire, dragged his heavy armor, and went to the door to open the door.

Squeak.

The wooden door was opened by the undead, and the sunlight from the outside shone through the narrow crack in the door and shone on the floor, also reflecting the figure of a slightly tall woman.

"Hey, Mr. Immortal, good morning!"

The visitor walked in very consciously, threw the wood he brought onto the pile of wood next to the bonfire, and then squatted by the bonfire to warm himself up.

Feeling the warmth brought by the fire, the big white cat shook its fur unconsciously, then sat down on the floor and stretched.

"Hannah."

The undead man closed the door, returned to the fire and sat down. He pointed to the pile of firewood over there.

The big cat named Hannah stretched out her hand, picked a random piece of wood from the wood she had just thrown down, and threw it into the fire.

The wood soon crackled with the flames, first the edges were blackened, and then it turned into the flame itself.

"It's not in line with the rules to visit you so early, but I also want to come to your place to warm myself by the fire."

Hannah's voice was crisp, with a boldness that was not common in Victoria.

The dark green inner lining is covered with a blue and black jacket, and the tights on the lower body cover the meticulously trained thighs, and there are protective gear on the knees.

You can tell from one look that he is a good street fighter.

"Um."

The undead man hummed to let Hannah know that he heard it, and then said nothing.

Hannah stretched out her hand and warmed the fire for a while. After his body became slightly warmer, he turned around and spoke to the undead man.

"The wood today is good, quite fresh. Did it come in just two days ago?"

"yesterday."

Hannah glanced at the pile of firewood next to her. The firewood she brought was obviously not as good as the firewood purchased by the undead. But where she could find it, the firewood was already very cost-effective.

"I have an order to trouble you today."

Hannah took out a piece of paper from the inner bag of her clothes, held it between her index and middle fingers, and handed it to the undead man next to her.

The undead man took the piece of paper with a small map drawn on it.

"do what."

"Help me be a guard."

Hannah said, crossing her legs from the campfire, they were already warm enough.

"There is a small problem in our business. There are other gangs who want to take over my head. But Wei Na has other things to do today, and my words alone cannot calm the situation. We also have to invite wandering spirits. Sir, you have to show up."

The undead man looked at the map for a while, then he turned the paper over and looked at it again.

The undead man asked.

"money."

"Old rule, after the matter is completed, I will find you a week's worth of good wood!" Hannah reached out and patted the undead man's shoulder, making a sound like slapping steel. "But to be honest, Mr. Wandering Soul, you are really weird. Why are you always wearing armor?"

Melanza listened carefully and couldn't help but nod in agreement when Miss Hannah said this.

yes! I have never seen the face of Mr. Undead before, and I am really curious about what Mr. Undead looks like!

"trouble."

The undead man hummed, and the sound coming out of the helmet sounded like the reverb was turned on.

"What trouble can it cause? Besides, it won't get stuffy if it's always in the helmet!"

"Won't."

Hannah's exchanges with the undead usually end with the word "immortal."

In a sense, the undead are really social experts, always able to end or interrupt a topic perfectly.

Just use two words.

"If one day you are in trouble, ask me for help! The reward must be to let you take off your helmet!"

Hannah seemed to have a deep obsession with the appearance of the undead. In fact, what she didn't know was that the girl from the Philin tribe who was sitting and resting next to her also had the same idea.

What does he look like!

"oh."

The undead man successfully ended the topic.

Hannah sighed, regarding Mr. Wandering Soul. It's not just her personal curiosity, it's something that everyone in the Glasgow Gang is curious about.

This armored weirdo who calls himself the Immortal is quite famous in the lower town of Victoria.

When she first came into contact with the Glasgow Gang, she knocked down several gang members by herself. Hannah personally tried to defeat the armored monster, but was easily knocked to the ground by him.

At that time, the rusty sword in the undead man's hand was already in the air. If Vina hadn't shouted to the undead to stop, Hannah's hands would have been broken.

This was also the second person Hannah defeated after Weena.

The immortals are called wandering souls on the road.

Some people say that this is what the immortal calls himself, saying that he is a wandering soul.

Some people also say that because the undead wearing black robes and walking through the streets look particularly like a black ghost, they gradually called him the wandering ghost.

Generally speaking, undead people will not leave their territory easily. But almost every few days I go somewhere and carry a big bundle of firewood on my back.

In addition, there is always the smell of something burning in the undead house, but there is no real fire. Those who were afraid of him thought that the undead was burning corpses at home.

But only a small group of people in the Glasgow Gang knew that the undead man just lit a fire in his home.

And this fire never goes out all year round.

What the undead like to do most is to sit by the campfire, stand up on one leg, put your right hand on the leg, and stare at the campfire.

He could sit by the campfire and stare all day.

Just like today, in addition to guiding Melanza, I occasionally go out to help the Glasgow Gang who I don't know, and calm down the situation. I just come home, put down the weapons in my hands, and sit quietly by the campfire.

I don’t know if he doesn’t need to sleep?

"Okay, I've brought the message. You can come after sunset tonight."

Hannah stood up from the campfire, dusted herself off, and stretched again.

After sleeping in the warehouse all night, I got up early and went to the undead place to warm myself up by the fire, and became energetic again.

Her ears twitched in her gray and white hair, and Hannah cheered up and said goodbye to the undead.

"Bye, Mr. Wandering Soul! I'm leaving first!"

"..."

The undead man did not speak. He stared quietly at the fire in front of him, silent.

In fact, Hannah always felt that the undead's reaction was not as fast as at the beginning. When she first met him, she could occasionally feel the undead's gaze from the helmet.

But recently, the undead man always sits quietly alone and talks a lot less.

How should I put it...it feels like I have lost my soul?

But Hannah didn't think that such a powerful warrior would decay over time and die in obscurity.

Let’s just assume that Mr. Immortal is a little worried lately!

With this thought in mind, Hannah stood up, waved to Melantha next to her, and walked out of the undead house.

5. The cake is tasteless

A day in the life of an immortal is simple.

Buy firewood. Throw firewood. Watch the bonfire.

It’s these three things, and other things are done interspersed with these three things.

For example, take time to teach Melanza how to fight, and take time to help Hannah and Vina.

And now, as his memory becomes increasingly blurry, the Immortal himself is sometimes thinking about when to leave Victoria.

In fact, the truth is that it is not the original appearance of the undead, but the rationality and humanity in him are constantly being lost, and he will eventually become a wandering ghost that can be vaguely seen in his memory.

The undead who have lost their goals and motivation will eventually turn into wandering spirits, madly attacking everything around them.

This is something that is very deep in his memory. I don’t know why he just knows these things.

He still remembered many things, such as the fact that he used to have a bonfire that would never go out, and he also had a bottle with him, which contained a liquid that was as hot as magma, but drinking it was good for your health.

It seems that he has killed many people and defeated many big guys. It seems that he has also seen the black sun?

But these memories slowly fade away over time.

His relatively clear memory now is that it was a year or six months ago when he woke up near Victoria. After a fight with the Glasgow Gang, he received the help of the Glasgow Gang and settled in the lower part of Victoria.

During this period, I met Melantha, Miss Vina and Miss Hannah.

There are also many ancient memories that are now hidden in unknown corners by the undead.

He tried hard to recall, but couldn't remember anything. He could only think of some vague images.

In his memory, the bonfire should not be extinguished, but a sword should be inserted on the bonfire with a spiral blade.

It was not like today's bonfires at all, which required a continuous supply of wood to support burning, otherwise they would go out on their own.

But the amazing thing is that the undead remember many things in the present.

He knew there were many places besides Victoria. For example, there is the Eastern Kingdom, the Yan Kingdom, and the kingdoms called Ursus and Kjerag.

It was as if he had been to all those places and knew where they were whenever he saw them. But if he was asked to describe what he experienced in those places and what famous landmarks there were, he couldn't remember anything.