Ark of the Immortal

According to the rumors among many operators, Miss Nightingale will always stay silently in the corner. Even if he goes on a mission, he just protects everyone silently.

At first, the operators faced this dignified woman who looked like a caged bird with pity.

But Nightingale won everyone's respect with her own abilities. No matter what the mission is, Nightingale can always protect the operators traveling with him.

"Um."

The immortal knew that Nightingale's previous state was not normal, and he was curious, so he asked.

"I heard that Miss Nightingale's Origin Stone skills are related to medical treatment?"

"Yes."

Nightingale nodded and added.

"To be precise, I am better at protecting my companions from harm, rather than treating wounds that have already appeared."

"Is that so? Can you let me see your Origin Stone skills?"

The undead man raised questions, and he did not hide his purpose.

"Since you know it was me who helped Na, let me tell you straight away. What happened on the day of the treatment is of great concern to me, and I suspect it may be related to what you learned."

"My...learning?"

Nightingale's eyes showed a little confusion. She didn't quite understand what immortality meant.

If Nightingale's memory was still complete, perhaps she would have given the undead answer immediately, but it was a pity.

"Sorry...I don't remember. But, sure."

Nightingale stretched out her hand and gently held it up in the air, as if there was something in her hand and she opened it gently.

At the same time, an exquisite birdcage appeared out of thin air around the undead man and the nightingale.

At first glance, this birdcage has a steel-like cold texture. But if you observe carefully, you will notice a trace of flowing fluorescence in the dark texture.

This looks very much like the Originium Technique. Whether it is the appearance or the actual phantom, it is the appearance that can only be achieved by the Originium Technique.

But the undead man felt something familiar from it.

He stretched out his hand, touched the birdcage lightly, and asked in surprise.

"This is..."

"To be honest, I don't know either."

Nightingale's voice was already a little weak, but now she could hear the confusion.

"I don't know where my Origin Stone skills come from, but I can use them instinctively."

"Dr. Kelsey and Shining told me that I have no previous memories because some things are inconvenient for me to recall. But sometimes I see scenes in my dreams that feel very familiar."

"But most of them were really painful, and I couldn't remember anything after I woke up. It was like it was just a dream and never happened."

The undead man listened to Nightingale's words and sighed unconsciously.

Another amnesiac.

"Perhaps it's a good thing that these are just dreams."

The immortal said.

"At least you don't have to remember the pain anymore."

Yes, the immortals who regain their memories sometimes remain silent because of the past.

Nightingale's appearance is actually the most stable state.

But Nightingale herself didn't think so.

"But if I can't remember what happened, how can I face my future."

Nightingale's sharp-jointed hands unconsciously grabbed the white skirt on her body. Even though she pressed her hands hard on her legs, she still couldn't feel anything.

"I don't want to be imprisoned by this fate that is destined to not know the truth."

The immortal is silent, so why not him? The choice to extinguish the flame was his resistance to his own destiny, and it was also his last gamble on the broken world.

Obviously, he succeeded, and now everything is. It is a new journey for the undead.

Nightingale waved her hand again, and the phantom cage surrounding the two people disappeared immediately.

At this time, the door of the reception room was opened, and Linguang pushed the door in as if he had calculated the time.

"Come, have some tea."

Seeing Linguang come in, the immortal nodded and put back the words that came to his lips.

The three of them chatted for a while, but it was Linguang and Nightingale who asked if the undead were used to being in Rhode Island, and then Nightingale once again expressed her gratitude to the undead and made a promise. If you need help from Nightingale and the others, you can always ask them for help.

Linguang chatted with the undead man about the specifics of this mission, and learned that Linguang would also be a member of this rescue operation.

"Then we'll have to trouble the War Knight to become our strong shield."

With a decent smile on his face, Lin Guang extended his right hand to the undead man.

The undead man also stretched out his hand, shook it with Linguang for a moment and then took it back.

This visit was obviously more relaxed than the last time, and the emotions occasionally revealed during the communication were more genuine.

Is it because of the nightingale?

The undead man glanced at Nightingale quietly. Nightingale seemed to be thinking about something and was a little lost in thought.

When they got here, the undead man planned to go home. When he heard the undead man said that he was ready to leave, the nightingale hurriedly called out to the undead man.

She took out a card engraved with special material from her body and handed it to the immortal.

"This is?"

The undead man sensed an unusual meaning from this card.

"Do you still remember the Origin Stone technique I used just now, Mr. Immortal?"

Nightingale said.

"This card records a single copy of "Sanctuary". It can protect you from any Source Stone skills at critical moments, but it doesn't last long. Just tear the card open to use it. "

Seeing that the undead man's mood was a little strange, Nightingale hurriedly added.

"It's not because I'm worried about your safety, I just feel that I must respond to your help."

"Um...thank you."

The immortal expressed his thanks, then said goodbye to the two of them again and left the reception room.

As soon as he walked out of the door of the reception room, the undead man saw Shining in black robes next to him.

The Shining must have been here specifically to wait for the undead, and she didn’t know how long she had been listening here.

Shining held the staff in her hand and looked up at the undead man.

"Have you seen her spell?"

"Essentially, it's the miracle of Bai Jiao, magic protection, but the expression is different. That cage always feels familiar to me."

The immortal man spoke without hesitation and expressed his doubts.

"Are you from the White Sect? Why did you join Rhode Island?"

But after hearing the words from the undead mouth, Shining was stunned for a moment.

"What? Bai Jiao?"

Shining's reaction didn't seem to be fake, which meant that she didn't know what the White Sect was.

"interesting."

The undead man nodded and turned around to leave without saying anything more.

There are certainly a lot of secrets to be uncovered about The Shining and Nightingale's identities, but the undead have one more thing to do for now.

I'm leaving the island tomorrow, and I have to ask Kelsey for Scout's contact information. Otherwise, when you get to Chernobog, you won’t know where others are without death, and you won’t be able to help them.

Watching the undead man turn around, the words Shining wanted to say were blocked by his back as he walked away.

But the undead man's words were enough to attract the Shining's attention.

He knows a lot, why does he know so much?

The Shining has his questions, and the undead have a lot of questions too.

If the belief in the gods of the White Sect has survived to this day, why can't we hear the names of spells that clearly belong to the Bai Sect's beliefs from the mouth of Shining, a Belija believer?

What form did the ancient belief in gods take?

Even miracles have changed their appearance and become part of the Origin Stone's craftsmanship.

That birdcage...

For a moment, the immortal man couldn't figure out where he had seen that thing.

Reaching out and patting his helmet, the undead man sighed.

Is humanity about to burn out?

I have to find a way to get some more from Kelsey, and let’s finish the task at hand first.

162. Let’s go! Chernobog!

"You need to bring this, don't leave your hat behind, there is a tent and food...ah, no, it seems that you don't need a tent and food. Just light a fire and you can survive the night."

At this moment, Melantha, who was cleaning up the undead house, took the washed clothes and folded them bit by bit, putting them into the black backpack Melantha chose.

"Ah, yes, there are also leather shoes and a belt. Speaking of which, do you need a cane? Do you want to buy one now?"

When this topic came up, Melanza couldn't help but raise her head and look at the undead man sitting by the campfire.

The undead man said helplessly.

"I'm going on a mission, not going to a meeting."

"I know! It's just that missions sometimes involve things like sneaking in and hiding identities! And teacher, haven't you just returned to your original appearance? Why don't you make good use of this period and wait until you get older again? manage?"

Melanza was chirping in a low voice while putting the tie next to her into her bag.

"The two sets of clothes you ordered in Victoria are of very good quality. I brought them all for you, as well as a pair of boots and leather shoes. I just don't know if the Ursans think the Victorian style is not good."

Melanza stretched out an index finger and pressed it on her mouth for a while, her eyes drifted upward, and her mind was racing.

What else is missing?

Yes, it was Melanza who came to help the undead pack the package.

After knowing that the undead were leaving two days ago, Melanza had already been making these preparations.

There is no dirt on the undead, and even his armor will become clean after a while.

According to the undead man, this is his own fault, and dirt and filth should not be allowed close to him.

It is precisely for this reason that immortals do not have the habit of cleaning their bodies.

But no one can tell whether all the water will evaporate if a dead person takes a bath...

But Melanza still took the unwashed clothes that the immortal had worn two or three times and washed them again. After ironing them, she hung them up neatly and took them out when she was ready to pack them away.

Speaking of those, in fact, there are only two sets of clothes, and even the top hats used in both sets of clothes are the same.

Yes, there is also the black robe that the undead man wore behind his back. It was already a little worn out due to the burning of travel and battles. Melanza also asked the undead man to take it and repair it.

The undead man was reluctant at first, but he couldn't resist Melanza's strong request and gave her the black robe.

Ever since the undead man regained his memory of acquaintance with Melanza, in all his memories, Melanza had never made any special strong demands. But I didn't expect that Melanza would be so strong in housekeeping.

The undead man didn't understand why, and he didn't have the habit of mending clothes.

In fact, it usually only takes one spell to return these destroyed items to their original appearance.

Melantha's robe looked quite nice after the repairs...well, there was actually no difference, and there were even a few more patches.

On one patch, Melanza sewed a Q-version flame on it, using specially used crimson thread.

But the undead man just thinks it looks pretty, and even the patches on it are beautiful in his eyes.

He couldn't understand what this feeling was. But every time I want to use magic to [repair], I feel a little reluctant.