Ark of the Immortal

On the fingers, I also used iron sheets to make separate knuckles for each knuckle, and then asked my wife to use animal skin to connect them. As for the shoes, there are pads. There is also a shock-proof layer made of elastic material inside the helmet.

The blacksmith showed the complete set in his hand to the undead, and then looked at the undead.

Now, let's try it.

The blacksmith went to the inner room. He had to finish breakfast and leave the entire front room for the undead to put on their equipment.

The undead man took off his upper body armor. He picked up the armor made by the blacksmith and weighed it first.

The weight is just right, not too much or too little.

Actually, the energy and money spent on building this thing for you has long exceeded the reward for the trouble you helped me solve before.

The blacksmith's tone was slightly emotional. He chuckled and chewed bread.

...

The undead man paused and then asked.

Do I need to pay more?

Ah, no. That's not necessary.

The blacksmith quickly rejected the Immortal's plan to increase the money, he explained.

Mainly, I haven't built such original equipment for a long time, just think it's because I have itchy hands.

The undead man put on the armor on himself, took off his leggings, and put on his own leggings.

While wearing it, the immortal expressed his confusion.

It's been a long time since I built the equipment? Why.

Logically speaking, the blacksmiths around Casimir should have a steady stream of orders. Why haven't they made armor for a long time?

Don't you know, old man? We no longer need us to handcraft equipment a long time ago?

The blacksmith said it matter-of-factly, but his tone didn't sound too disappointed.

The knights in the city use the latest technology and the latest machines to make excellent armor. It is light, strong, and the price is not as high as those of us who are craftsmen.

We blacksmiths used to be very popular. Now, hehe.

The blacksmith shook his head.

It's just about repairing some old objects, and more importantly, creating works of art. Occasionally, nobles in the city will come to us for repairs with old armors and weapons. It's a pity that those things, Once repaired, it will be hung up and will never be used.

Although there is no loss, there is some emotion.

When blacksmiths first learned skills, machine-made armors and shields were still luxuries of modern industry.

However, with the development of knight competition and the continuous advancement of industrial technology, these old objects and craftsmanship can hardly keep up with the pace of the times.

But you can rest assured. My ancestors also made weapons for the Casimir border guards. The craftsmanship is definitely second to none, and they are excellent craftsmen.

The undead man put on all the armor. Feeling the weight of the medium armor, he made some attacking and defensive movements.

The blacksmith heard the undead's movements and guessed that the undead was also dressed. When he walked out, he saw the undead experimenting with portability.

How's it going? Does it fit well?

The blacksmith himself was a little nervous when he asked this question. Just like what he said, he hadn't done this kind of full-body armor for several years, and he didn't know if it would suit the Immortal's wishes.

The undead man stopped, his expression unclear from his helmet-covered head.

good.

There was no change in his tone, but he was indeed praising the blacksmith's craftsmanship.

Hearing this, the blacksmith chuckled, with a hint of pride and satisfaction in his words.

I'm not lying to you! The craftsmanship is definitely not bad.

The immortal nodded. He was silent for a while, then took out another stack of banknotes from the money bag he carried and handed it to the blacksmith.

What are you doing? Didn't I tell you not to add more money?

The blacksmith shook his head, he did not want to accept the money.

Master, if you are serious, give it a nice name.

The blacksmith was still worried about the incident with the long sword and iron shield, and he was trying to think of a way to win back a victory for himself.

The undead man paused for a while, took back the banknotes, and then remained silent for a long time.

The blacksmith just stared at the undead man, waiting for him to come up with a nice name.

The undead man thought for a while, then looked up at the blacksmith.

Come on, think.

Ah this...

I'm afraid the blacksmith is ready for the undead to have a common name. But he just didn't expect that the undead would actually throw this problem to him.

The problem is that naming is not the blacksmith's strong point, so asking him to choose a name is also embarrassing for him.

The two stared at each other, one looking at me and the other looking at you. Finally, the blacksmith choked out a few words.

Just...um...the Battle Knight Armor!

The blacksmith scratched his head. He was not a cultural person, and this was his limit.

After thinking about it, what I hope most is that one day, I can see this armor standing on the stage of the knight competition. If that day comes, I should be able to see them covered with scars.

The blacksmith chuckled.

This is a blacksmith's most sincere blessing for his creation.

Hehe, how should I put it? Seeing that the things they build can be carried forward by users, this is the ultimate wish of Casimir craftsmen!

The undead man lowered his head and glanced at the sword and shield in his hand.

Although it is not very sophisticated, it is not ranked among the weapons and equipment used by the undead.

But you can still feel the producer's care for them.

Just as the blacksmith said, he hopes to see the scarred knight armor on the stage of knight competition.

For armor and shields, scars are proof that they have endured the battlefield. If that happens one day, the creators will definitely be overjoyed.

But for the undead, this sentence is not only the blacksmith's own expectation, but also his responsibility.

good.

The undead man nodded, and he made this promise.

The blacksmith laughed and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

It's a good name! I think so too, hahaha!

The undead man did not explain what he said well, that was not what he meant.

But the name is really not bad.

Simple and easy to remember.

At this time, the sound of vehicles was heard outside the blacksmith shop.

The undead man turned around and took a look. There was a car parked in front of the blacksmith shop, and two people got out of the car.

It's weird, why do knights keep coming to our village recently?

The blacksmith was about to go out to see what was going on when he saw the undead man walking out of the blacksmith shop, and then two knights outside saluted the undead man respectfully.

It's Coase and Fran.

The thin knight Kos saw the undead man coming out of the blacksmith shop. From the long sword on his waist and the shield in his hand, he recognized that this was the fake square head from three days ago.

Sir, we are here to pick you up as promised.

That day, Kos used firewood to successfully make the undead interested in the knightly competition.

They made an agreement that when the undead man got his armor, they would go to the city with Kos and others to participate in the knight competition.

Um.

The undead man hummed at them, then turned back and waved to the blacksmith.

I am leaving.

Won't you stay a little longer?

The blacksmith was surprised that the undead would leave the village so soon. I saw the undead man coming to the side of the vehicle and jumping on top of the vehicle.

The heavy armor almost left marks on the car.

Then the undead man lowered his head, looked at Kos and Fran below, and said to them.

Let's go.

? Kos was stunned for a long time, eye to eye with the undead man.

He wanted to sound suspicious, but he didn't dare.

grown ups...

He walked tremblingly to the back seat of the vehicle and opened the back seat door.

Then he raised his head and met the undead man's doubtful gaze again.

This is where people sit.

...

The undead man was silent for a moment, then jumped off the roof of the car and sat in the back seat.

Kos felt that the Lord Knight might have some involvement, but he didn't dare to ask or tell.

24.That’s it?

Here is your identification. Welcome back to Casimir, three knights.

The knight stationed at the city gate handed three cards to Kos in the driver's seat.

Kos also nodded to the garrison knight.

Thanks for your hard work.

Vehicles slowly drove into Casimir from the city gate. After entering the main road, Cos gradually accelerated.

This is the outer city expressway slightly away from the main city. But the prosperity of the main city of Casimir can already be seen from a distance.

There are tall buildings, high-rise signs that the undead can't understand, and aerospace crafts flying in the sky.

To be honest, when he first saw the aerostat, he thought it was a round flying dragon.

Running out of Casimir that night, the undead had no time to stop and admire Casimir's prosperity.

Sitting in the car today, looking at the high-rise buildings outside the window, the immortal felt that this place was quite developed, but there was no special strange feeling.

It was as if he had seen this kind of modern city before, but he just couldn't remember it.

The immortal thought for a long time and couldn't figure out where he had seen such a city, so he simply continued to observe the city outside.

The signs everywhere are related to knights.

For example, cans endorsed by a certain knight, and knight competitions sponsored by a certain company.

Things about knights can be seen everywhere, and knights can be seen everywhere.

Casimir's culture is condensed into the culture of knights.

But now, can knight culture still have anything to do with honor?

The undead man was silent, stroking his shield through his gauntlets.

Kos in front saw the undead observing the city through the rearview mirror, and he was racking his brains to think of something to say.

In his guess, this knight is a veteran who has experienced battles. He may not have been to Casimir for a long time, but he still possesses superb combat skills.

Now Casimir's changes have been earth-shaking, and he should be completely different from the Casimir in his memory.

Um, what's your name?

Kos thought for a long time and could only hold back this sentence. He really didn't know what to say to make this unknown knight have a better impression of him.