Ark of the Immortal

Although it does hurt for Old Setu to kill people, his methods are worth the price. Whether they are employers or bounty hunters, they will never break the rules and disclose information to either party.

Besides, there are a lot of orders in this season. The bounty hunters take more orders and make more money, so they won't care about the 5% extra collected by Old Setu.

Rules are rules, people are people. Besides, I didn't expect to know those things from you.

Banga smiled with his face, and then added two more sentences.

Just say what you can, I'm really choked up. I can't live my life without talking about it!

It had been too long since he had spoken to anyone properly. For a chatty person like him, it was a disaster.

He had been running back and forth for nearly half a month for this business. At this time of year, Kjerag could make a lot of money just by sending a letter.

Otherwise, the traveler would not have made this trip for Old Setu.

Hey, that's true.

Old Setu thought for a while, nodded, took a spoonful of hot milk tea, and started talking to Banga in front of him while drinking it.

Just two days after you left, a strange guy came.

Weird guy?

Banga immediately became interested. Old Setu had been doing this for decades, and someone who could be called a weirdo by Old Setu must be something special.

Tell me more about it?

Old Setu picked up a piece of cheese, bit into it and chewed it for a long time, which made Banga's teeth itch.

After he swallowed it slowly, he spoke slowly.

He's a bounty hunter. He looks like a bounty hunter, but he doesn't want money.

for free?

Banga stared.

And there's someone who wants to be a bounty hunter for free? So what does he want?

I need historical documents and...

Old Setu added with a strange expression.

He wants firewood.

There seemed to be a few more question marks in Banga's mind. He was about to ask something when he heard the sound of the door opening.

Ding ding ding.

The bell was blown by the wind and snow, and a dark brown figure appeared at the door under the candlelight.

He was carrying something on his back, and only when he closed the door and walked into the back room did Banga see what it was.

Just this look almost spurted all the hot milk tea out of his mouth.

That was a huge sword. Instead of a sword, a stick might be more suitable because it was too thick and too big.

Banga swore that if that thing was really made of iron, he wouldn't even be able to pick it up.

This man was holding a black cloth bag in his hand. There should have been liquid flowing under the bag, but now it had been frozen into ice slag by the low temperature.

As soon as he entered the room, he took off the giant sword from behind and placed it on the ground next to him, leaning the hilt against the bar.

When Banga saw him holding the giant sword with one hand, he thought it was probably not a fake giant sword. But when the wooden board below heard a painful creaking sound and even a small crack appeared, he realized. This is the real deal.

Be gentle! I've told you several times, you have to damage my floor to count, right?

Old Setu said a few words of distress, but when he came to his senses again, the cloth bag had been placed on the bar.

Things, here.

The liquid under the bag thawed slightly in the warm room temperature, mixed with the melted snowflakes, and gave off a faint rusty smell.

Huh? Moving so fast?

Old Setu was amazed and amazed. As he spoke, he took the bag without even looking at what was inside, turned around and threw it into the inner room.

For this person, there is no need to confirm the authenticity because his task completion rate is 100%.

The mission he took on this time was to kill the bandits who had recently blocked the road and robbed outside the village.

They were smart and did not provoke the big business groups, nor did they attack the bounty hunters. They only targeted villagers who were out of town for business, which allowed them to survive the previous year.

Until a new bounty hunter passed by, saw this notice when choosing a mission, and accepted the mission, which was not very rewarding.

You took on the task in the morning and came back in the evening. You are so efficient. If you were more diligent, I would envy your income.

Old Setu sighed, wiped off the blood on the bar with a rag, found two books and a key from the cabinet next to him, and threw them to the talkative bounty hunter in front of him.

These are the two books I've been paying attention to for you recently. The firewood has been prepared for you. It's in the woodshed at the back. As before, it's tied up for you. After taking the key, give it to me and put it on the light stand outside the woodshed. superior.

Old Setu seemed to trust the bounty hunter.

Banga looked at the guy curiously.

The dim candlelight barely illuminated his appearance hidden under the hood, and Banga vaguely saw an iron helmet.

And the sound of steel hitting his body as he walked seemed to indicate this.

His whole body was made of iron armor, and even the hands he used to put things out were covered with a layer of iron chain armor.

And while Banga was looking at it, the man also turned his head and looked at Banga.

At that moment, his whole body was completely cold from head to toe, as if he had returned to the outside world of ice and snow.

Banga quickly opened his eyes and took another sip of the hot milk tea in the cup to suppress the coldness.

Um.

Withdrawing his gaze, the bounty hunter took the two books, put them into the bag hanging on his chest, and nodded to Old Setu.

Thanks.

Hey, if you come to take on more tasks, that's the best way to thank you.

Old Setu waved his hand.

Come on, let's go, it's almost time for me to close the door.

As the undead man walked out of the hotel door, Banga couldn't help but look back, then moved his head back and looked at Old Setu in front of him again.

it's him?

uh-huh.

Old Setu made some vague sound in his throat and cleared his throat.

Ahem, it's almost time, you should go.

...

Banga rarely asked any further questions. He drank the rest of the hot milk tea honestly, lowered his head and turned around to leave.

Old Setu glanced at the door that was closed by Banga with a chuckle. He knew that this was another guy who was scared away by a bounty hunter.

After extinguishing the candles in the main hall one by one, Old Setu added a few more pieces of wood to the stove to ensure that the whole room would be warm when he went to bed at night.

He came to the back door, saw through the small crack in the door that the lights behind the woodshed were extinguished, and then returned to his room.

He took out the purse that was supposed to be given to the bounty hunter from the cabinet, weighed it twice, and then threw the purse into the cabinet with satisfaction and locked it properly.

He's not making any money, but he's an interesting guy.

After muttering a few words, Old Setu also blew out the candles in his room and prepared to fall asleep.

It was still snowing outside the window, and even the moon was blocked by the snow.

All the lights in the village have been extinguished, and in the pure darkness, someone steps forward into the ice and snow.

The bounty hunter carried his own firewood, left the inn, and walked out of the village.

Cold snowflakes fell on his robe, accumulating and soon accumulated into a thick layer.

But he remained silent, his steps unchanged, as if he couldn't feel the cold at all, and even his breathing was very steady.

Following the path outside the village, the bounty hunter walked for about half an hour until he reached the cave that emitted light from the outside.

He quickened his pace and walked towards the cave filled with fire. It was his instinct to be close to the campfire.

The hot wind blowing against my face melted the snowflakes on my robe.

He put down the firewood behind him and placed the giant sword against the wall. Then he sat down against the bonfire and placed the two books in his arms behind him.

The bounty hunter took out another book from the pile of books scattered nearby.

That's what he didn't finish reading yesterday, and he planned to finish the rest of the book today.

There were dozens of books scattered nearby, all of which were books about history and culture that he had collected during this period.

If you want to understand the history of the world, you can see everything from the development of kingdoms and people's lives.

He took off his hood, dried the water droplets on his gauntlets, and then took off his helmet.

The black hair is messily spread on the head, covering some wrinkles on the brow.

The thin lips were tightly closed together as if they had never been opened.

His gaze fell from his deep eye sockets to the book on his lap.

He reached out again, randomly selected a piece of firewood from the firewood pile next to him, and threw it into the fire in front of him.

The night was long, and he had enough time to look through this rich history.

The crackling firewood exploded, matching the all-night wind and snow and the swaying flames outside the cave.

He opened the book and studied it carefully.

60.Dangerous guy

The wind and snow gradually subsided, and the first ray of sunshine shone on the snow in the mountain forest.

The cubs emerge from their hiding caves and enjoy the hard-earned moments of sunshine every day.

Because they know that in a few hours, the dark clouds will gather again, the snow will not stop, the wind and rain will not stop, this is Kjerag.

And in the cave with the fire coming out, someone gently turned the last page of the book and stopped reading all night.

He could always see something familiar about Kjerag's history and culture, but if he wanted to elaborate on it, there was no reason.

Perhaps the kingdom influenced by God has existed since ancient times.

The undead man picked up a piece of firewood from beside him and threw it into the fire in front of him. He glanced at his side.

If the bonfire is kept going day and night, even the firewood obtained through bounty hunters will be burned out quickly.

Although there was still two days of firewood left, the undead man still planned to go out to work and take on a task today.

There is no guarantee that there will be a task suitable for you tomorrow. If you don't get it, there won't be enough firewood.

The undead man sat there all night. He stood up, picked up the giant sword beside him, hung it on his back, and walked out of the warm cave.

Outside the cave, the sun was shining brightly, and the undead man gently squinted his eyes and stared at the sun in the sky.

For a long time, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

The silent knight put on his helmet and pulled up his hood, hiding his appearance under the hat.

Under such a clear sky for a moment, the snowfield reflected the sun's rays, like gold particles scattered all over the ground.

Looking along the direction of the ridge, we can vaguely see the villages in the distance, with smoke rising from cooking stoves.

The undead man took steps into the snowfield.

Hey, let me tell you, wasn't it snowing heavily outside last night? I also heard someone screaming.

Really? What did you hear?

Someone was shouting? I couldn't hear what they were saying specifically. They were crying and shouting. But it disappeared very quickly. I almost couldn't sleep well all night.

Isn't it true that you heard someone shouting on the bed? How long has it been since you last touched a woman? Can this be heard as a scream?

Look, this idiot has never touched a woman! He's still a baby!

Hahaha!!

The hotel was filled with cheerful smiles, and bounty hunters came in groups to pick up missions in the morning. Most of them knew each other and might have gone on missions as a team.