Ark of the Immortal

"I don't know her, but who hasn't heard of the wandering Sakaz?"

Bloodthorn glanced at the girl next to her who was staring at her fiercely, showed her a hearty smile, and reached out to pat the girl on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, as long as you behave, the two of us will never do anything to you!"

"Is this how you treat guests by tying up a young girl in her 28th year?"

The girl replied jokingly, mocking the Blood Thorn.

But Bloodthorn shook his head and sat back on the bed.

"You are not an ordinary girl, and you are... twenty-eight years old? Don't be kidding me. You were already famous in Kazdare when I was a teenager. As a human being, it's better to be real."

Bloodthorn seemed to have a lot of experience in bickering, even the girl's innuendo was stung.

Then he quickly fell asleep, until this scene.

Bonfire, man, woman, bundle.

Amidst the crackling sound of burning, the girl began to think about her escape strategy.

But before that, she still planned to learn more information.

"Let's light a bonfire in the house, plus the old-fashioned armor on your body. I didn't expect that Knight Casimir, who always values ​​honor, would one day abandon the spirit of chivalry."

The girl judged from the undead's actions that he was a knight from Casimir. And don’t the knights over there always cherish their feathers the most?

But what surprised her was that the man just glanced at the girl, and then continued to turn back and break off his own firewood.

He had no intention of talking to her at all.

"So you brought me back and used ropes to show off my charming body curves, just to keep me warm by the fire?"

The girl decided to increase her verbal offensive. She would at least make this man speak and respond to her!

"I heard that the knights of Casimir like special rewards, such as money, fame, and women. Do you also have this hobby?"

She began to use language to express her understanding, and she must let this man who looked like a piece of wood say a word to her.

After a few minutes of various verbal attacks, the girl finally saw the man raise his head.

The man covered in armor looked at the girl in front of him with doubtful eyes.

The undead man asked curiously.

"You, after talking so much, aren't you thirsty?"

"Ah, there is no need for the noble knight to worry - I can say that I am not tired for a whole day, but you..."

Before she could say anything, she saw the man in front of her nodded, then lowered his head and continued to break wood.

"Then, you continue."

"you!"

I originally thought that my verbal offensive was effective, but I didn't expect that this man showed no sign of boredom.

The girl was completely looking for the wrong path. The last thing the undead feared was someone talking to him.

After all, in endless loneliness, it is not easy to have someone who likes to talk so much.

Moreover, the Immortal is a famous topic-stopper. If you want to chat with him, you must first be prepared to calm down your high blood pressure, otherwise you will definitely be the one who suffers in the end.

The girl shrank for a moment. Her red eyes took a closer look at the armor on the undead man's body. She turned around twice more and then asked aloud.

"Aren't you curious about my name? What is my job, what am I doing here, why am I outside the window of your room, do you really not want to know at all?"

The girl seemed to have hit the point. The undead man broke the firewood into two pieces and threw it into the bonfire, then raised his head again and looked at the girl.

He asked following the girl's words.

"what's your name?"

"Hehe, I won't tell you unless you want..."

The girl's words were interrupted again, and the undead man turned his head, looked at the bloody thorn on the bed, which had turned into a useless knight, and asked.

"Bloodthorn, what is her name?"

I originally thought that Blood Thorn was asleep, but Blood Thorn's lazy voice floated out from the bed again.

"Her name is W, she is a Sakaz mercenary."

After saying that, snoring sounded quickly from the bed again. It was as if Bloodthorn's answer just now was just that he was talking in his sleep.

After receiving the answer, the undead man turned his head and looked at the girl named W in front of him.

He spoke calmly and sincerely.

"Your name is W. You are a mercenary."

After saying that, the undead man lowered his head again and stopped talking.

W watched in stunned silence as the two men exchanged a few sentences as if they were talking about cross talk, and then returned to their original form of undead.

She took a deep breath and felt that her blood pressure had risen a lot.

W finally knew that everything she had done was in vain, and no one was interested in anything she had said so far.

Now it's interesting, if you're not interested in what she has to say, why arrest her?

Shouldn't he just cut her off with a knife? Why is there any need to leave her behind?

So, after thinking about it, W spoke.

"I want to see Scout."

"Scout, out, not here."

The immortal said, he took another piece of firewood and rubbed it in his hand.

W was immediately overjoyed. This person finally said something that was not nonsense!

But in an instant, W felt a strong sense of frustration. In the past, she used words to make others angry, causing strong mood swings.

But the man in front of him only used a few words to raise his blood pressure, and even made him feel this kind of joy that shouldn't happen.

Now that his relationship with Scout has been confirmed, W is too lazy to waste any more time on this man.

Scout is not here, but his team members are next door, which means Scout will always come back.

Although Scout is also a veteran. But it is definitely much more convenient than communicating with the undead.

The girl twisted her body, fell sideways, and collapsed on the ground.

Since you can't resist, let's compromise on the current situation for now.

At least there was a campfire in the house and it was much warmer than outside.

The girl lay on the ground and changed into a position that she felt was not too uncomfortable. Feeling the warmth of the bonfire, she actually felt a little sleepy for a while.

She rolled her eyes again and said loudly.

"Is there anything I can put my head on? I need to sleep for a while."

The undead man glanced at her and said nothing. He didn't move at all.

Instead, the bloody thorn next to him took a pillow from the bed and threw it down. Hit W.

W worked hard to straighten the pillow with his body, bit the edge of the pillow with his teeth, found a good position for himself, and then leaned comfortably on the pillow.

"Hey, Mr. Knight who doesn't understand the charm, what's your name?"

"..."

The expected answer was nothing.

W immediately interrupted the thought in his mind that he wanted to ask again. She knew that the more she spoke, the only one whose blood pressure would rise in the end would be herself.

After running around for days, the girl was already very tired. She hadn't closed her eyes for almost two days.

The crackling sound of the bonfire was like a lullaby from the singer's mouth. In this inexplicably reassuring warmth, the girl closed her eyes.

Not long after, the girl actually fell asleep.

The undead man glanced at the girl who was purring slightly. In fact, looking at it this way, she was just a girl.

In silence, the undead increased the amount of wood they threw into the bonfire.

Let the flame burn brighter.

173.W’s transaction with Scout

When W woke up again, she was awakened by a knock on the door and a conversation.

She opened her eyes drowsily and wanted to rub her eyes, but then she realized that she was still tied up.

With his hands tied behind his back, it was inconvenient to do anything he wanted to do.

The outside of the window turned black, and it was already night. W slept from around noon until night.

How long has it been since you slept so deeply? If she hadn't known it was impossible, W would have thought that two people had drugged her to make her sleep so deeply.

But now is not the time to dwell on this. W has noticed that there is another person in the room, an old acquaintance.

He was talking to the tin can sitting next to the campfire. After noticing W's movement, both of them turned their attention.

"Rare visitor."

When Scout saw W, this was the first thing he said, and he said it again right after.

"I'm afraid it's been three years since we last said goodbye?"

"Almost, you actually remember it?"

W yawned. Even though she was tied up, she still looked indifferent. She glanced at Scout and then turned to look at the bonfire in front of her.

"Why can't you remember?"

Scout just said that, and he turned to look at the undead man.

"How did you catch her?"

"Herself, delivered to the door."

The Immortal didn't say much, he simply described the situation at that time.

I heard that the undead looked out and saw a red girl stuck in the crack of the wall. Even Scout couldn't help but smile.

There was a loud bang that echoed clearly in the room.

"Hey! You just laughed! You definitely laughed!"

W felt like he couldn't keep his face off, even though his invisibility skills were really not impressive in front of Scout. But no matter what she said, she was a well-known Sakaz mercenary. It was really shameful to be caught so easily by one person.

"Can you run away from his hands?! You're still laughing at me!"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Scout held it in for a while before holding it back. But there was still a very obvious smile on his face, but he didn't laugh anymore.

Of course, W is right. The perception of the undead is too terrifying. In the ice field, in such a wide area, the undead could clearly sense the invisible master Scout from such a complex aura. .

In addition, the strength of the undead has not yet been discovered by Rhode Island, and Scout knows it. If he is approached by an undead person, he will never be able to escape.

But this thing sounds really funny.

Bloodthorn had slept all day, and now he was sitting on the bed in a daze. When he heard Scout's laughter, he blinked and his mind slowly woke up.

W was excited for a while, and Scout slowly calmed down.

"So, you came here to find me?"

Scout looked at W, who was tied up on the ground, and his mind slowly returned to business.

The feeling between old friends is really wonderful. At first, they were still comrades who could fight side by side. Unexpectedly, they had changed sides after not seeing each other for a long time.

"I know you are working for the Integration Movement. Why are you looking for me?"

Scout's tone gradually became colder. He sorted out the information he knew so far, looked at W, and said seriously.

"Honestly, I have a bunch of questions I want to ask you too."

"Then help me untie the rope first. After being tied for a day, my hands are sore from being strangled."

W said lazily, still as nonchalant as ever, despite this situation, he still had the intention to make conditions.