Ark of the Immortal

W stubbornly raised his head and spoke with pale lips, his brows furrowed together. She gritted her teeth and spoke with difficulty.

And...there are still thighs...hiss!!

Before he finished speaking, the undead man raised his right hand again and penetrated the girl's already unstable thigh again.

Even though she was penetrated twice and the girl's hands almost made marks on the undead man's arm armor, she still did not scream.

The undead man couldn't bear it. He sighed, pulled out the long sword, then stretched out his right hand and grabbed the girl's other armpit, and on his left hand, a soft white light lit up.

According to legend, Archbishop Karim's apostle, Moen, taught miracles.

Moen is a believer in Kuat, the goddess of tears.

And this miracle is the story of her being surrounded by death.

Miracle (healing tears)

The continuous flow of blood from the wound gradually stopped, and the burning sensation in the wound slowly subsided.

This made the girl's face gradually improve.

Go ahead.

After the immortal man was sure that W could stand on his own, he let go of W.

After W managed to survive, his face was so painful that he forced a smile and spoke to the undead man.

Just now... just now you were... quite chivalrous, Mr. Battle Knight... Mr. Battle Knight. I kind of... like you.

...

At this time, she was still thinking of joking, but the immortal shook his head and did not answer.

Not getting a response from the undead, the girl said goodbye to the undead, then dragged her broken body away along the dark alley.

The undead man watched her go away, then pulled up his cloak and hood, turned around and left.

What a crazy woman, but... admirable.

written request for leave

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175.There is still tomorrow

When someone discovered that W was back, it was almost early in the morning.

The patrolling mercenaries carried W to the infirmary for treatment. Just a few minutes later, a burly man came to the infirmary. When the staff of the infirmary saw this arrival, they immediately came to him and whispered something in his ear.

The man frowned and looked at W, who was lying unconscious on the bed.

The wounds are deep and all are penetrating wounds. There are also burn marks in several places on the body, and signs of fighting can be seen.

The staff at the infirmary said while analyzing W's injuries.

The wound does not bleed much, but the surrounding muscle tissue has been almost burned, preventing the bleeding from increasing. However, the wound must be re-opened and cleaned, and then repaired.

Is there any possibility of self-harm?

The man asked something that seemed very inappropriate, but the staff at the infirmary were not surprised.

They all knew that the girl lying on the bed was not getting along well with the current mercenary leader.

It can almost be ruled out. I can't think of any self-mutilation method that is so precise and cruel. The stab from the stomach is straight and crisp. It is simply to destroy her.

Medical staff denied the mercenary captain's claims, he continued.

There was no test wound, and even the wound itself penetrated from bottom to top. Of course, if you think she would be so cruel to you that she would hit a sharp object inserted somewhere, then this theory is not untenable.

The medical staff shrugged and said that he had just made a joke and it sounded quite interesting.

Garson's frown gradually relaxed. If this is the case, it is completely acceptable.

Cure her and let me know as soon as she wakes up. I have something to ask her.

Yes, Lord Garson.

The medical staff began to move again, carried W into the operating room, and began to provide W with as much medical treatment as possible using simple conditions.

Garson came outside the room, took out a cigarette from his arms, and lit it.

As the smoke filled the air, his eyes became darker and darker.

Garson knew that W had the most bad blood in his belly. But at the same time, the value of W as a mercenary is completely worthy of the bad water that may always exist in her stomach. This is a very contradictory thing, but it is also helpless.

Everyone knew that something was wrong with W's situation. She was unwilling to interact with many mercenaries and had only had significant interactions with the two guys she knew before. But the information and intelligence that W can bring back can often have the final say.

However, someone has told me that I cannot completely trust W. Because she has never pledged allegiance to her current employer.

Since the Regent of Kazdaele integrated most of Kazdaele's mercenaries, Kazdaele's mercenaries Sarkaz have become that person's private army.

It wasn't that the mercenaries wanted to surrender to him, but that he made an offer that none of the mercenaries could refuse.

life.

It is extremely simple for Tracys, who holds the power of the army, to target mercenaries. What's more, it's not that the new regent didn't pay, on the contrary, he gave a lot of money. The only difference is that mercenaries can only have one employer from now on.

It was this Tracy who told Garson that he wanted to come here to support the integration movement and to fully cooperate with the actions of the leader of the integration movement, as for the price. Let’s not talk about how much Tracy’s deposit is. Once the people from the integration movement ask them to do any work beyond the agreement, it will be another unexpected reward.

Garson is very satisfied with his current position and the compensation he can get now. Therefore, he always speculates with the greatest malicious intent on unstable elements like W.

W has been a little absent-minded since some time ago. Especially after arriving in Chernobog, there were frequent cases where a person ran out without knowing what she was thinking or planning.

Garson never let go of his doubts about W. Therefore, when W came back and was even in the coma, Garson's first thought was what kind of enemy W had encountered, but whether she had harmed herself and what little plan she had to deliberately harm herself.

But the words of the medical staff still touched Garson's vigilance. In fact, as a mercenary himself, he also understood that with such an injury, even if he had to injure himself, the gain would outweigh the loss.

It can basically be proved that this guy W really met someone outside the specifications. And it will have a great impact on the layout of the integrated movement in Chernobog.

Moreover, what made Garson feel wrong the most was. Except for W, all the members he sent to monitor W. Even the people who have never appeared on the surface and the secret observers who are secretly observing cannot be contacted.

Even the searchers he sent out could not find any clues.

Throwing the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, Garson stamped it out with his thick military boots, and then left the infirmary.

All in all, we can only get a few words from W after W wakes up about all the issues.

Then wait, wait until she wakes up and see what the hell this guy is doing.

There was a knock on the door. Scout came to the door and looked out through the peephole. After confirming that it was an undead person, he opened the door.

Has her matter been resolved?

Scout asked the undead.

Already, back.

As the undead man entered the door, he placed the giant sword behind him against the wall. Then he came to the bonfire and inserted the flaming sword at his waist into the bonfire.

The moment the bonfire came into contact with the long sword, it gradually spread to the long sword and reached the middle part of the long sword's blade.

The remaining blood stains on it were burned to dryness, and then turned into a blood shell mixed with dark red and burnt black, and then fell into the bonfire.

How many knives?

Two times.

The undead man pointed to the long sword in the bonfire and said.

Penetration. But it's nothing, big deal.

OK.

Although Scout didn't say it explicitly, he still cared about W's life and death. After all, they are also comrades who have fought together. Moreover, W is also a key part of this battle plan.

Just now when you were out, Dr. Kelsey and I established another phone call.

Scout also came to sit next to the campfire, and his other teammates had already gone to their rooms to rest.

After learning that we successfully entered the city, she said that she would immediately send Ace and the Linguang team over. Let us try our best to figure out the layout of the entire city in the next two days, and then start taking action.

Can.

The undead are still the same as before, talking as little as possible.

Then, I also told her about W.

Scout talked about W again, this time his expression was more serious.

Dr. Kelsey said that you can trust W. But try not to have too much to do with her. This is not for us. It is for W's own good. For her, contact with Rhode Island is a particularly big deal in itself. risks of.

Um.

The immortal has no feelings, she is just a girl. Besides, W is not the kind of person who doesn't know his situation. Since she is willing to leave this matter to the undead, she has her own plan.

Just cooperate.

Yes, you are right.

Afterwards, Scout fell into silence.

Meeting an old friend should have been full of joy. But under today's circumstances, everyone has things they need to do. Instead, it made the meeting look like a fight between the two parties, which was a really unpleasant feeling.

But what can be done? There is a stone behind everyone. Those who are carrying a heavy load look at each other and all they can do is chat and then continue to look at the road ahead.

Bloodthorn sitting aside had no objection. He didn't know W, he just knew there was this person. However, everyone is Sarkaz and they all come from Kazdare. In line with the principle of helping if they can, Bloodthorn has been very generous in taking out all its own stocks.

Moreover, his purpose is only to follow the immortals, and he has an indifferent attitude towards other things.

Of course it’s best to have fun, but the first thing you need to ensure is your own safety.

Of course, there are fights.

It has nothing to do with yourself, everything is easy to talk about.

And just downstairs where the undead and others were, an old man had just returned to his room.

He put the two large paper bags he was holding on the table. Then he took out the bandages and other necessary supplies inside, came to the bedside, and placed them on the bedside table.

Old man?

The man lying on the bed opened his eyes. There was a black crystal on his chest, just occupying his somewhat swollen heart.

Are you awake? Do you want something to eat?

No, the store manager brought us something in the evening, and they also ate the dosa.

As he said this, the man coughed twice, but his whole body remained motionless, pressed to the ground on the bed. However, after coughing, he took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell slightly twice, and then calmed down again. .

Speak less, your current situation is very unstable. Except for necessary communication, try not to speak.

The old man sat by the bed, helped the man straighten the position of the bed, then stabilized his body, and then tucked the somewhat scattered quilt back into place.

Um...

There was a somewhat complicated expression on the man's face, and he seemed to want to say something. But then I could only sigh, close my eyes, and say nothing.

The old man also pursed his lips, stood up from the man's side, updated all the missing medicines on the man's bedside table and all the things needed to change the dressing later, and then left the room holding the paper bag on the table.

The door closed, and the room returned to silence. Only the sound of breathing in the darkness gradually became quieter, and finally became calm.

The old man came to the next door again holding the paper bag.

After pushing the door open and entering, the girl who was sitting on the chair with her eyes closed heard the movement, sat upright and looked at the door with vigilant eyes.

It wasn't until she was sure it was the old man who walked in that she breathed a sigh of relief and stretched.

The old man is back.

After the girl stretched, she lay down on the table in front of her and narrowed her eyes.

Go to sleep, it's okay, tonight will be a peaceful night.

But it thundered just now, but it didn't rain?

It's okay, it has nothing to do with the rain.

Hearing the girl talking about the thunder just now, the old man just smiled, not at all conscious that he had just passed by the person involved.

Although he was aware of what it was, he still chose to ignore it.

The first is that the old man felt dangerous due to the sense of oppression that the man himself brought to him.

The second reason is of course that he is not just himself now, he is also burdened with the lives of many people who are counting on him to survive.