Ark of the Immortal

Then he leaned his left elbow on the car window, patted the undead man's shoulder with his hand, and greeted the undead man with a familiar tone.

"Hey, Fang Tou, I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you here carrying firewood?"

The immortal man never thought that someone would greet him. He had just woken up not long ago and the place was unfamiliar to him. There is no memory except that the blacksmith told him this should be Casimir.

Kos greeted him, and the undead man's eyes didn't change. He glanced at him as if he was paralyzed.

"Fang Tou? Me? You have found the wrong person."

Kos feigned surprise and raised an eyebrow with the undead.

"No, isn't it just missing a competition? It's not like you can't even recognize your old friend, right? This armor of yours was given to you by me. You won't forget me, right?"

The undead man glanced down at the armor on his body.

When he used the dead man's armor before, no one dared to come up and talk to him. This feeling was quite novel.

But the undead man didn't want to have anything to do with this guy, so he could only look forward and remain expressionless.

"This armor was given as a gift by someone else."

"Hey, who else would give away food to others? Fangtou, although we haven't seen you for a long time, you're not so cold, right? You know, we...Brother! Brother! We have something to say Easy to talk about!”

Kos was talking to the undead in a sinister tone. Unexpectedly, he heard the sound of a sword the next second, and then felt a touch of coldness on his neck.

He almost didn't react. By the time he did, his foot had subconsciously taken off the accelerator and pressed the brake.

Fast, too fast.

A flash of light flashed before his eyes, and then the man's sword was already on his neck!

The undead man held the sword in his right hand and stood there, pressing it straight against Kos's chin. Kos didn't know that this man had a temper!

"..."

The undead man didn't speak, his eyes were the same as when Kos first saw him. To him, this is as normal as eating and drinking.

If Kos continues to ask, the undead will be asked to reveal the whereabouts of the square head.

The undead man didn't mind letting the tall and thin man in front of him hand over his head.

"Brother, don't get excited. I'm just doing business. Fang Tou is our previous knight who participated in the war, the kind with a contract. He disappeared. You have to know where the person is, whether he is dead or alive."

Kos said all the reasons for his visit in one breath. He could feel that the unknown knight in front of him had no mercy at all. If his information is not in place, he will be killed in the next second.

"died."

The undead man spoke and told Kos.

"No, I killed him."

"Okay, okay! I understand, I understand! Can you please...take this thing back?"

Kos made a grimace and carefully pointed his finger at the tip of the sword pressed against his neck.

It hurts.

The undead man was silent. He slowly retracted his right hand and put the long sword he had just obtained back into its scabbard.

Kos breathed a sigh of relief.

The undead man had no intention of messing with Ricos at all, and continued to walk forward, all the way to his home.

Kos didn't dare to talk anymore. He stared blankly at the undead man's back and the bundle of firewood behind him, not knowing what to say.

"Damn, you just scared me to death!"

Fran trembled, and the fat on his face trembled.

"What a fast sword!"

"You damn fat man! You just realized it now! Why didn't you say anything just now?"

Kos slapped Fran on the head, his own hands shaking.

There was no feedback at all to the rational mind, so everything came out subconsciously.

That kind of look must be that of a warrior who has been tempered on the line of life and death!

Judging from his voice, it was dry, hoarse, and sounded old.

Maybe he was a knight who came back from the border, gave up his identity, and prepared to spend the rest of his life in peace!

Even in this critical moment, Kos still subconsciously collected all the information he could get.

"I was scared just now...Hehe, boss, what should I do? Just go back like this?"

The fat on Fran's face was piled together, and his face was pale.

People who didn't know better thought he had a sword held to his neck.

"go back?"

Kos slapped Fran on the head again. After the fear of life and death, he became extremely excited and said angrily.

"If we go back now, we won't be able to eat the good fruits? Do you think the superiors can let us go?"

Cos calculated that if he went back now, the company would definitely recover the losses from them.

At least you have to find a way to save it.

"That..."

Fran waited for Kos to make up his mind. He took another toffee out of his pocket, opened the package and threw it into his mouth.

Kos thought for a while, gritted his teeth and raised his head.

The undead man in front walked for a while and just turned a corner.

"Let's go! Find that fake square head again!"

With that said, Kos was about to start the Originium Car.

"Boss! No! We can't defeat him, or we won't get our debt back!"

Fran's eyes drooped. Although he did not face the undead directly, he could still feel the aura even when he was hiding behind Kos.

This kind of person cannot be dealt with by these two third-rate knights.

"What's wrong? I'm not going to ask him for debt?"

Kos stepped on the accelerator and caught up.

"Did you see how quickly he drew the sword? Fast, accurate, and ruthless. If I hesitated a little longer and didn't say the words, the tip of the sword would have been inserted into my neck!"

Coase made a bold decision.

"If we take him back and take part in the competition instead of the square and round heads. Or even help our company participate in the knight competition, how many places do you think he can get?"

"ah?"

Frank didn't think about this. He could only think about how to defeat that guy.

"Ah what? I'm asking you something!"

Kos glanced at Fran next to him with a look of hatred on his face.

What annoyed him most about the fat man was that he couldn't turn his head. If I hadn't followed him, would I have gotten to where I am now?

"If we can convince this person, not only will the company not hold us accountable for the square head and round head, but maybe we will be promoted and raised."

Kos was thinking about the solution while recalling the sword strike just now.

People living in Casimir have a natural appreciation for strength.

Regardless of whether he was a professional knight or not, that sword was full of power and beauty.

It's been a long time since he saw a knight around him who could use this sword.

"So damn beautiful..."

Kos sighed, he turned a corner, and sure enough he saw the undead man, about to enter a house.

Drive over quickly and park the vehicle at the undead door.

"My lord! This lord! Wait!"

Kos shouted as he turned off the engine, pushed Fran next to him, and whispered to him to get out of the car.

Then the two men got out of the car and stood in front of the undead man.

As soon as the undead man opened the door, he heard someone calling him from behind. Turn around and take a look.

Why are they still these two little brats?

Kos and Fran stood in a row, raised their right hands at the same time, tapped the breastplate, then placed it on the left chest, and bowed deeply to the undead in front of them.

"My lord, I have a great idea. I wonder if you would like to...wait! Don't do it! This time I'm not here to cause trouble!"

As soon as Kos stood up, he saw the undead man putting his hand on the hilt of the sword on the left side, as if he was about to take action in the next second.

He subconsciously took a step back and then said in panic.

"We want to invite you to play a game in the city! There will be money for it! There will be a good house to live in! And... and..."

Kos was thinking about what to use to impress the fake square head in front of him. He saw the firewood behind the undead man and subconsciously shouted out.

"And good firewood!"

Snapped!

After saying that, Kos even gave himself a slap in the face. What does firewood count? Can you get into the eyes of this powerful knight?

But he saw the knight loosen his right hand holding the sword hilt.

He shook the firewood on his shoulders and asked in a low and reverberated voice.

"Good firewood?"

Kos was stunned.

Isn't it? !

23. Battle knight armor

Three days later, in front of the blacksmith shop.

The undead man squatted at the door of the room, with his legs spread and his hands on his knees, waiting for the blacksmith shop to open.

The wooden door creaked, and the middle-aged blacksmith came out with a cup of hot milk, took a sip, and then stretched out facing the sun.

"Hey, the old man came so early?"

The blacksmith was no longer surprised when he saw the immortal. People in the town said that this old man who claimed to be immortal went to buy firewood very early every morning.

It seems that this old man has a habit of lighting bonfires in his room.

Occasionally, people returning from the tavern at night would see the warm light of the fire outside the new neighbor's room passing by.

The undead man nodded, said hello to the blacksmith, and then stared at the blacksmith without saying a word.

"I know, I know, it's armor, right? Don't hang around outside, come in."

The undead man followed the blacksmith in.

The blacksmith put the half-drunk milk on the table, picked up a piece of black bread, threw it into his mouth and chewed it twice.

"First of all, let me say that this time the armor does not reach the level of perfection in my mind."

As he spoke, the blacksmith walked into the inner room. After a while, he carried a large box for the undead to carry out.

This big box is made entirely of wood. If there is equipment inside, the weight is not low either.

He is worthy of being a blacksmith who has been working hard all year round, and his arm strength is extraordinary.

"You didn't tell me you wanted any special style. When you asked me to make a weapon, it was also a sword and shield. I will make the armor for you according to the level of medium armor."

As he spoke, the blacksmith wiped his hands on his clothes randomly, and then opened the lock of the box.

"The lower body is covered with iron chain armor to protect the crotch. The other parts are made according to your body data. The joints are connected with animal skin, and a layer of iron armor is added on the outside. According to your request, hooks are placed behind the upper body armor. Can hook the shield."

The blacksmith first took out the upper body armor and showed it to the undead, then took out the pants from the box and showed the undead the down layer inside the leggings.

"There is also a lining sewn by my wife. It must be warm enough. The winter in Casimir is not that difficult."

Finally, he took out the shoes, gauntlets, and helmet from the box.