The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

"There is a town made up of outsiders nearby. If you want a habitat, you can go in that direction."

"Oh! Thanks a lot, friend. I'll see you next time. I'll treat you to a drink."

After speaking, he put on his helmet and ran away quickly, somewhat wary.

There is never a lack of malice and deceit between people, not to mention that in today's world, it is impossible to live without vigilance.

Group{{chat=$: @妻*吴-半$%一@<三/三{百+二{-半) didn’t care.

Then came the second meeting.

Unlike the group of undead in the team who have no sense of taste, Sang still has some appetite.

Even though the food here is basically difficult to drink, the taste of the wine is still good.

So Sang often took time to buy wine in the tavern in the town.

"Hey, isn't this the magician brother? We meet again, then abide by the agreement, let me buy you a drink."

5 minute later.

Sang put away her smile, and poured the seasoned wine on his head expressionlessly, and the dagger was directly across his neck.

"You really dare to drug me."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I was obsessed with not having any money. This is just an anesthetic, not a poison. I only seek money and not kill. So big brother, big daddy! If you let me go, I will lick your shoes for you , so please forgive me once!"

"...You were really a knight before?"

Back to reality.

Viviana and Maria also showed some subtle expressions.

This kind of reaction... is not so embarrassing even for a competitive knight?

"So I let him go, and then he took me to nearby casinos and brothels, and pretended to borrow money from me and kowtow to beg me to pay, because it was so messed up that I didn't know how to react. Once again, I got acquainted with it out of nowhere."

Maria could not help but ask a question when she heard that it was a life of debauchery and no nutrition.

"Well, if he entertains to death all day long, then what about his money..."

"Extortion, extortion, selling fake goods, fairy dancing, deceiving people with miracles... are almost all third-rate methods."

Maria stopped talking.

This is refreshing the lower limit of the knight.

Even competitive knights, there are very few people who can lower the rice noodles to this level.

But San continues to recall.

On a night when the two of them got drunk alone.

Sang couldn't help asking curiously.

"Dax, let me tell you, how did you become a knight before? Could it be that you used some tricks to sneak in?"

And with a flushed face, he took another sip, and Dax, who was obviously drunk, spat on the ground.

"Who do you underestimate? Let me tell you hiccup! My mother hiccup! But the youngest...youngest Lothric knight! He is still an elite hiccup who can enter the Dragon Knights! Who in the whole country does not know the power of my spear! Hiccup! "

At that time, Sang Quan thought he was bragging, after all, he had never seen this man use a gun.

"Gun? You can't even use a knife well and you still use a gun! You won't be talking about the one below you. I haven't heard the woman in the store say how powerful it is. Last time someone told me that your marksmanship didn't stab you. Disarmed in a few strokes."

"What? Who said that! Oh, is it the new skinny female monkey with a few scars on her face? I'm sure that bitch's looks really make my stomach sick. Otherwise, how could my golden gun not fall? Disarm!"

With a happy smile on his face, Sang also drank a bucket, wiped his mouth and said.

"Ah, yes, yes, as long as you are happy. Speaking of which, I also heard that there are three eggs and one boat under you, is it true?"

"...What the hell?! Who the hell told you? This is a false accusation! Fine!"

Shaking his head, Sang temporarily changed the subject.

"Hi! Besides, if you really have a bright future, you bastard, how could you be exiled by the country? We know each other so well, just tell me, how did you get kicked out? Could it be that you pissed on the head of the nobles? Urine?"

"Do I look like I would do such a stupid thing!"

"Yes, otherwise."

Answer in seconds.

"You fucking!"

He took another gulp, and he looked as if he might pass out at any moment.

"Listen well, my angry belch...it's not so and so...it's the whole country."

He was stunned for a while, and his intelligence improved a lot after learning the spell, allowing him to guess the reason for his exile within a few moments of thinking.

"The whole country? Hey...I said you—couldn't you say something against spreading fire in a country that spreads fire?"

Dax didn't answer.

It's no wonder that if you say something like this, it's fine if you don't be executed in public by the people above.

At this moment, he saw Dax leaning over the table holding the bottle tightly, murmuring indistinctly.

"...what spread the fire, what the salary king...is a curse. No one is special, the fire will go out, everyone will die, reincarnation over and over again, one born after another, one dies after another, damn it What's the point of... what's the point..."

San was taken aback.

This guy's idea doesn't seem to be as simple as an ordinary anti-pass fire.

But before he could say anything, Dusker raised his head, laughed and raised his wine glass and poured it on himself.

That laughter sounded crazy, but it also carried a kind of sadness and unwillingness that could not be wiped away.

"Yes. Everything is meaningless. We are born to die, and then buried by time and become the dust of the past, and become history, so what are you thinking about, live on, and then die hahahahaha."

The wine smeared on his face, dripping like tears.

He just smiled and lay down on the table, and then slowly stopped moving, like a dead body.

Then the next day.

Dax finds him and throws him an amulet that has had its mark removed.

"This is……"

"I have taught you all the miracles I can teach, and this thing is useless to me. After all, I have long since lost hope of the gods, so I might as well give it to you."

"……you are leaving?"

"Well, I owe too much debt, and I'm going to run away."

"Well, where do you plan to go after that?"

"Let's go wherever you want, this rotten world, isn't it just as rotten wherever you go? As for what to do... Hmph."

"In a world without hope, everything is meaningless, and people and things are empty."

Taking one last look at him, Dax still spoke after thinking about it.

"I say you, give up what you have to do. The way of those people with pointed hats is also rotten. To put it bluntly, a group of cursed undead still think they are special, which is really ridiculous."

"you………"

Sang was stunned for a moment. In the past three years of acquaintance, he had never mentioned to the other party that he was a reserve member of the undead team.

"Forget it, it's meaningless anyway, so I'm leaving. Sang, you should live longer."

Shaking his hand, the exiled dragon knight turned and left with a knife in his hand.

"Dax!!!"

Looking at his lonely back, realizing that it would be a parting for an unknown amount of time, driven by complex emotions, Sang couldn't help walking forward quickly, and stretched out his hand unbearably.

Dax smiled helplessly.

"Yeah, you need such a mother-in-law to say goodbye to a man. I really can't help you. My son, feel the embrace of father's love."

He turned around and held out his hands with a smile.

However, the smile soon stopped.

A palm is concealed and quickly weighed down.

Sang: Σ(?Д?)! ! !

Dax: (? Dish?)? ? ?

"Wow~ it's really... wow!"

"Hey! Don't weigh him!! I...I'll kill you!!!"

It will be ten years from the next time I see him.

After speaking, Sang closed his mouth.

I fell into deep thought again.

But Maria and Viviana didn't know how to evaluate it.

"That... what happened next?"

There should be a reversal.

"Then? Then he died."

The most direct answer.

"...Then, did he die like a hero?"

"No, like a clown."

Meaningless.

Chapter 23: Platinum: There is no place to find when you break through the iron shoes, and you will never get it-help! ! !

Speechless.

how to say?I don't know how to evaluate it.

To be honest, this person has nothing to do with knights from the beginning to the end.

But Candle Knight was keenly aware of it.

There should be many stories hidden in Sang's last understatement.

Also, she is very curious about the inexplicable terms in this story and the countries that she has never heard of.

It must have been processed...

But after finishing the first half, Sang didn't continue talking for the time being, but looked at them seriously.

"Tell me what you think."

Even if it was an ordinary question, it was like an order under the pressure of his criticism.

Maria thought for a while, and spoke as much as possible without any shortcomings.

"Mr. Sang, your friend used to be a very powerful knight. Although I don't understand some parts, he is very strong."

"Strong? Relative to you."

At least during the time he came to this world, he hadn't met anyone who made him feel a little powerful.

The candle knight in front of him is so-so in spells, but this kind of partial glass cannon is the key target of the archers on the battlefield.

"Being able to achieve that kind of achievement is not only a matter of talent, but hard work must also be an important contribution. Why is a person with such a tenacious will finally exiled? Why did he fall? Why does he feel... that everything is meaningless?"

Maria undoubtedly grasped the point.

But she couldn't understand it, rightfully so, because that man's desperation was out of this world.

People in this world cannot understand the despair of another world.

"In front of the macro narrative, individual thoughts are insignificant."

Even so, San made an answer.

"For the belief he has always insisted on, he thinks it is wrong. He insisted on walking all the way, but when he looked back, he found that he was far away from the original heart and ideal. He wanted to persevere, but he couldn't see the way ahead. There’s no point in moving on.”