Ark of the Immortal

The undead man shook his head. If it were a normal time, maybe a few words would be enough based on his current status in Dayan.

But now that it is in a semi-banned state, if W causes something, the immortal will have to give a reasonable explanation.

Oh? Is it because Tracys made some noise in Great Yan?

W twitched her eyebrows, and she had a high probability of guessing what was going on.

you know?

The undead man looked at W curiously.

I don't know, I guessed it.

W shook her head. She leaned next to the table, took out a card from her chest, and showed it to the undead.

This is the identity verification card that Kazdel has given us now. I came to Dayan this time to make some noise... But now that you are here, things will be easier to solve.

It can be said that W and the Immortal talked about everything. The two had already cooperated in Chernobog. W's very harsh temper, whether towards others or towards himself, left a deep impression on the undead man, and he was quite appreciative of it.

With an overwhelming force like the undead present, W naturally wants to have a good relationship with such an existence.

What's more, what the undead man himself and W did were considered to have the same goal, and the two were in a cooperative relationship.

What Tracy asked me to do may have something to do with your affairs.

As he spoke, W took out another glass-like box from his body. In the center, there was an iron block the size of a medal.

Special lines are used to outline a pattern that looks like the source stone's magic circuit.

What's this?

The undead man asked. He didn't feel any aura of the abyss from it, and he was a little curious for a moment.

It's a small teleportation circle. As long as I can find a good place and smash it, I can let Tresis's small army enter the Great Yan and start secret operations. Of course, these troops are still around the Great Yan. Hidden in the mountains, just waiting for my signal.”

As W spoke, he put the glass box in his hand on the table, then looked up at the undead man.

The undead man glanced at W and then at the box.

To be fair, if the undead don't want to cause so much trouble, just kill them all.

However, considering W's future information acquisition and her own personal safety, the Immortal still plans to listen to W's side of the story.

how do you want to do it?

W was a little surprised to hear that the undead would still care about her thoughts. Then she put the box away and said.

Tracys asked me to find a... find a good place to put my things down in Shang Shu, and then do something. Of course I don't want to do this, but if you are here, you can consider trapping all these people. Die. Then just like last time, I will go back wounded.

W seemed completely unconcerned about his physical condition.

The scar left by the undead on her thigh last time has not faded yet.

But, before that, I still have some things to do and understand some situations. I'll call you when the time is determined. I definitely can't solve it alone.

Yeah, okay.

The undead man nodded. The arrival of W directly gave the undead man new ideas.

Since Dayan said that there are people from Tracys causing trouble underneath, maybe W will also come into contact with some of these people.

The news from my side is that Tracys wants to make some noise in Dayan. Before you, there were already some people who were causing trouble.

oh?

W looked at the undead man in surprise and glanced at the gray dog.

Greyhound looked like nothing was happening, and did not interfere in the conversation between the two. He picked up the cup in the room and took a sip of water, calmly.

So, you want me to do a favor and help you fish people out?

right.

The immortal nodded.

It's best if you can find it out. If it doesn't work, don't force it.

I'll try my best, okay. If there is any news, I will inform you as soon as possible.

Afterwards, W and the undead exchanged addresses.

W said that he should be walking around the Rhode Island office during this period. If the undead want her, tell Greyhound. Greyhound will contact W.

Greyhound said nonchalantly that he would help.

Afterwards, the Immortal left the Rhode Island office and walked towards the temporary residence hotel in the darkness.

After the undead left the Rhode Island office, only W and Greyhound were left here.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became awkward.

In the conversation just now, W did not reveal the situation of the greyhound.

And the undead man's words didn't show the slightest hint that he knew Greyhound was Tracy's man.

In other words, so far, Greyhound has never revealed its identity to the undead.

Thanks.

Greyhound thought for a while, and he still wanted to say thank you to W.

If W just ignored his difficulties and directly explained Greyhound's situation to the undead, Greyhound wouldn't know how to explain himself.

If you didn't use such force when you used the knife before, I would think it was worth it.

W rolled her eyes. There was still a bit of a tearing sensation in the tiger's mouth of her right hand. The two previous slashes by the gray dog ​​on her knife nearly made W's dagger fall out of her hands. The force was really strong.

Sorry, I really didn't figure out your identity at that time. For safety reasons, I had no choice but to strike first.

What Greyhound said, W can understand.

For characters of this nature, the importance they attach to their identities is impossible for others to understand.

If it were W, she might have done something even more ruthless, throwing out a bunch of explosives to blow up the greyhound first, and things would change later.

Do you remember the number?

W asked.

Greyhound hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his left hand and pulled open his sleeve.

A triangular-shaped logo can be seen on his left arm, and in the middle of the logo, there are three numbers hollowed out.

B136.

Greyhound said.

I joined the Tower of Babel quite early. At this time, Rhode Island's number should be...

B214.

W stretched out his hand and opened it in front of the greyhound.

Greyhound froze.

W's words have many meanings, but he clearly perceived what W wanted to express.

I called you Senior Greyhound. I didn't expect you to be a senior.

W blinked.

Then let's get to know each other again, Tower of Babel operator, codename W, number B214. Please give me more advice in the future.

The gray dog ​​calmed down for a while, sniffed, and then smiled bitterly.

He stretched out his hand and shook it with W again, this time without any hint of tit-for-tat.

I really went after the wrong person... I thought no one else would be working for Tracys except me.

Greyhound's words were somewhat bitter, but W could also feel the inexplicable happiness in Greyhound's heart.

It is really pleasant to meet your colleagues in a foreign country.

If it weren't for that old woman Kelsey being so annoying, I might have admitted Rhode Island by now.

W scolded Kelsey in front of Greyhound without any mercy.

Unexpectedly, Greyhound also nodded seriously.

Indeed, the old woman is annoying! She talks too much all day long, and she still looks like she understands everything...

W's eyes lit up.

What a good guy, a like-minded partner!

Suddenly the two seemed to have found a common topic.

The eyes he looked at each other became friendly.

After a while of small pleasantries, W and Greyhound confirmed their identities, and the relationship between the two further narrowed the distance due to Kelsey's dissatisfaction.

It is estimated that even Kelsey herself did not expect that someone would actually reach a settlement because of her opinions.

However, the pleasantries were just a sideshow, and W quickly brought the topic back to business.

So, why don't you tell the undead about your situation?

W is a little confused about Greyhound's situation. Immortal people are not the kind of people who are unreasonable. As long as you work for someone, you are someone's subordinate. With him, everything can be explained. If the explanation is clear, there may be more. Do something better.

The greyhound shook his head.

My situation is quite special. I have been in a state of silence in Rhode Island for two years. The only communication channel now is to report information to the pardoner in charge of me.

He pressed hard?

W asked.

Have you ever thought about borrowing the hands of the immortal to solve the problem?

It's not worth it, it's not worth it.

Greyhound stood up from his seat, moved the chair near W, and then sat down.

When did you join the Tower of Babel?

Greyhound's voice dropped as he asked.

W thought for a while.

Probably...after the war? At that time, I was wandering around Kazdare as a mercenary.

Regarding Tracy's surrender, W simply joined Tracy's side as a mercenary.

She didn't have much contact with that king, although she was simply impressed by her charisma. But at that time, W only received a number and did not have much status in the Tower of Babel.

Therefore, after the war, W did not leave with the remnants of Babel to form Rhode Island. Instead, he chose to stay with Tracys and wait for the opportunity.

But greyhounds are different.

He joined the Tower of Babel earlier than W, and he came into contact with Traces, perhaps even earlier.

I became a member of the Tower of Babel two years before the war started, around the same time as the Doctor.

Greyhound recalled the scene.

In the beginning, I was one of Tracys' men. But then, I rebelled.

Rebel and became...hers?

Um.

Greyhound said unabashedly.

Joined the Tower of Babel as a spy for Traces, but still chose to side with her. It sounds nonsense, but it's true...

It's quite normal. I was still a mercenary at that time.

Greyhound's words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them out.

W said without surprise.

Go on, I'm more curious, do you know who killed her. Were you involved?

Greyhound glanced at W and said.

The king's death has nothing to do with me. To be honest, I am still thinking about the scene at that time.

The death of the king is a bit strange. I did not receive any action notification. When I learned that the king had left, I doubted whether there might be someone like me hiding his identity inside the Tower of Babel.