Ark of the Immortal

"No...no..."

The blacksmith always felt uncomfortable being stared at by the undead.

"Emmmm, tell me first, is this some mysterious ritual?"

"?" The undead man tilted his head. He didn't quite understand what the blacksmith meant.

"Just an action. Praising the sun, that's all."

"Okay, I know the sun lights up everything and makes us feel warm, and it's great. But can you stop praising the sun now? Come on in, I'm going to show you something good!"

The blacksmith asked the undead to put aside his thoughts of praising the sun and follow him into the house.

The undead man had no choice but to put down his hands and follow the blacksmith to the inner room.

"Okay, old man, I really regret that I didn't ask you for money a few days ago. I was really out of my mind to make this decision! Phew, come and help me!"

The blacksmith pulled out a large box from behind. This time, he dragged it with great difficulty.

The undead man came over to help, and the blacksmith tremblingly moved the box to the main hall.

"Okay! Then allow me to introduce it to you! What does the Knight's Armor look like after it has been upgraded?"

The blacksmith proudly unlatched the lock on the box and lifted the lid, revealing the armor inside.

The undead man just glanced at it, then he raised his head and looked at the blacksmith.

"No, more money? Are you sure?"

"Hahaha! Of course not!"

The blacksmith danced and danced with excitement.

"My Lord Terra! This is the most perfect set of armor I have ever made! It even surpasses my father's highest masterpiece!"

The blacksmith picked up a helmet that was the same as the original, but the appearance seemed to have been tempered and turned into a slightly dull gray-white color, as if it had gone through several battles.

He looked at the undead seriously and pointed at the helmet.

"Have you seen this helmet? Do you think it is exactly the same as before?"

"yes."

The immortal nodded.

"Except for the color. Is it different?"

"Of course! Just keep an eye on it!"

The blacksmith excitedly took down a hammer from the wall, placed the helmet on the ground, and hammered it down!

Ding!

A heart-wrenching sound rang out from where the hammer met the helmet.

The blacksmith himself was so shocked that he took two steps back and could not even hold the hammer steady!

"Ahem! Ahahahaha! Ahem..."

The blacksmith pointed to the helmet with a scratch mark on the ground, and he said excitedly.

"Look! Hahaha! Look!"

That's right, the helmet only had a friction mark after being hit by the big hammer.

Not even a little deformation occurred!

"My Terra! I really don't know what kind of changes have happened to this piece of iron."

The blacksmith stood up from the ground, clapped his hands, and threw away the hammer. He looked at the undead man excitedly and said.

"Do you know how many pieces of iron I spent to repair your armor?"

"How many?"

The immortal asked, he was also curious about what changes had taken place.

"I made this set of equipment for you, twice as much!"

The blacksmith shook his head. He couldn't believe when he could do such a thing.

"It's like there's another space that I don't know about, and all the steel that was added was hammered into it!"

The blacksmith picked up the helmet from the ground, blew away the ashes, and handed it to the undead man.

"These are the armors you gave me. I found that it was the armor worn on you that caused these changes."

He waved his hand and counted the things that surprised him.

"Steel has become tougher and can even resist the deformation caused by strikes to a certain extent. After I discovered these things again, I resmelted the entire armor you brought back. Do you know what happened?"

The blacksmith raised a finger.

"It has become half of what it was last time I saw it! It has shrunk by half! Do you know what this concept is? I can't explain it anyway, it is completely beyond my cognition!"

"In order to fill up its mass, I continued to add more metal to it, and then added more and more, and more and more!"

"By the time I increased the armor to cover the whole body, it had already consumed twice as much metal! If it weren't for the fact that I knew my skill hadn't reached that level yet, I would have thought it was my hammer that made it so!"

Having said this, the blacksmith couldn't help but glance at the undead man.

"Old man, I really don't know what you went through to make this armor change like it is today. But I believe this must be a signal."

The undead man stared at the armor. He might know why, but he wasn't sure.

To be more precise, his instinct told him that this change was normal and reasonable.

But in his cognition, there is no memory related to it at all.

"But the shield and the long sword did not produce such a change. So I can only make ordinary repairs, and then give you a slight upgrade according to military technology."

The blacksmith took out a long sword wrapped in cloth and a shield from the bottom of the box.

"I'll take care of what you need to take care of. Don't let my skills down!"

The undead man took over the sword and shield. It was indeed brand new. Even the scratches on the sword had been carefully processed again.

The entire sword body is more slender, and the cutting surface and blade also shimmer with cold light, as if it were newly made.

The big crack on the shield has completely disappeared. The original wound has been completely filled and even thickened a little by the blacksmith. It seems that he recognized the undead man's blocking habit and made special treatment for him.

"In short, old man, just chase your dreams!"

The blacksmith reached out and patted the undead man on the shoulder. He gave a thumbs up and smiled, showing his white teeth.

"Come on! I'm looking forward to seeing you on TV!"

Just as the undead man was about to say something, a woman's voice came from the room behind the blacksmith.

"Ender! It's time to eat!"

"Okay! Come right now!"

The blacksmith known as Ender patted the undead man on the shoulder again, and he winked at the undead man.

"Madam is asking me to eat. After you change your armor, leave me the armor you are wearing now. I guess you don't need it anymore."

He rubbed his palms together.

"Hehe, just think of it as a reward for me. I used so much iron. Is it okay to charge you the cost?"

The immortal nodded and agreed.

"Then I'll go first! Just do it by yourself. When you're done, go by yourself. I won't send you off."

Ender ran to the back room in two steps. It was obvious that he was really happy.

Ender shouted as he ran.

"Honey, here I come!"

...

"It's so boring. The recent Cavaliers have nothing to play for, and there aren't any interesting games."

The old knight took a sip of beer and exhaled.

"Ha! Martin, what do you think?"

Bald Martin, who was arranging the wine table, glanced at the old knight, but he didn't speak.

"Hey, are you still worried about that knight?"

The old knight curled his lips. He felt it was completely unnecessary.

According to the strength of that knight, even if he was robbed, the trouble would only be caused by those blind things.

Moreover, no one in the entire Casimir has found the undead man, but some people said that they seemed to have seen him leaving the city.

What other extraordinary abilities can Maria and the others have?

The old knight was about to hold out his wine glass and ask Martin to give him another glass.

I heard the bar door behind me being pushed open.

Ding ding ding...

The wind chimes hanging at the door tinkled as the door was pushed open.

"welcome."

Martin raised his head and glanced, and said welcome as usual.

The old knight stared back and saw a big white bear walking in.

"cut..."

"What's wrong, Lao Fu? Why do you look so disappointed when you see it's me?"

The big white bear came and sat down next to the old knight. He reached out and patted the old knight on the back, and waved to Martin.

"Please, just like before, give me a drink too."

The old knight pouted and said nothing.

He thought it was someone.

Ding ding ding...

The old knight looked back again.

It's Maria and Zofia.

"Eh? Master, why do you look unhappy?"

Little Maria ran in and asked curiously when she saw the disappointed look on the old knight's face.

The old knight waved his hands and said nothing.

"Old Phuta says he won't look for it, but he just sits here and waits every day."

At this time, Bald Martin spoke, and he looked at the old knight with a smile.

"Don't you hope to see someone?"

"Hey, hey, hey! Martin, don't say that to me! You haven't. You've been standing at the counter waiting for the past few days, and you haven't had a shift! Tell me, are you also waiting for someone?"

The old knight glared, his face a little helpless.

"Who doesn't want to see that knight again? I really want to see his superb martial arts again."

The big bear also sighed.

Zofia pulled Maria to the side and sat down, and they didn't say anything.

Zofia has searched, but there is no news except that the undead left Casimir.

Maria is not worried about the safety of the immortals at all. Her only worry is whether the immortals can catch up with this championship.

It's been five days, and there's still no news from the Immortal.

Does the teacher not plan to participate in this competition?

She glanced worriedly at the calendar hanging next to her.

Calculating now, there are only ten days left, is it too late...

At this time, the door of the tavern was pushed open.