What he said was very clear, and he also gave enough hints.

He just wanted to get even one word out of the mouth of this knight codenamed Immortal.

Money, honor, title, status.

Anything is fine, as long as he can give himself a less outrageous answer!

Then, the undead man spoke.

"Firewood."

The immortal thought for a while and seemed to think this thing was a bit ordinary. So he added a prefix in front of firewood.

"Good firewood."

Maena's smile was about to break out.

He had thought of many answers, and he could accept even the most outrageous ones.

But he really didn't expect that the knight in front of him would give him this answer? !

Maena took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.

Kos, who was eating, almost laughed, even though he knew the undead would say that.

However, for the clearly priced banquet and for the benefit of the company, Kos wiped his mouth and prepared to explain the meaning of this sentence to the undead.

"Mr. Maenna, the Lord Knight's words may be a little misleading, but what I want to say is. His meaning is definitely not as simple as it seems."

Kos coughed twice and was about to start his defense.

"Mr. Undead has a hobby. He likes to collect high-quality wood."

"Good quality wood?"

Maena nodded, and he motioned for Kos to continue.

"I'm curious, can you tell me more details?"

"Mr. Undead likes those woods very much. In his words, he can feel the precipitation of time and the weight of history from the texture and taste of a piece of wood. Especially the wooden furniture that the down-and-out nobles have to sell. "

Kos solemnly cleared up the mess he left for the undead.

"Good wood, after being burned by flames, can emit a different smell from ordinary wood. This is the unique charm hidden in good wood."

Yes, good firewood burned by the undead can indeed have other unique flavors.

In layman's terms, it's the smell of money.

Anyway, every time Kos goes to an undead house and sees the good firewood he spent a lot of money to buy being burned, he feels a pang of heartache.

"Oh I got it."

Maena suddenly realized it. He looked at the undead man with admiration and politely spoke words of praise.

"Is collecting wood for historical research? To remember everything that has happened, as well as the honor and past left over time. I didn't expect Mr. Undead to still have this kind of hobby behind the playing field."

Kos nodded and sighed.

"Yes, it is not easy for people to remember the history and honors of the past."

“Indeed, it’s really not easy.”

Kos and Maena looked at each other and saw the same emotion in their eyes.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to feel sympathy for each other.

The undead man was sandwiched between the two. He glanced at Maena, then turned to look at Kos.

He didn't actually mean that, but forget it.

Too lazy to explain.

After the entire dinner process, Ma Enna asked the immortal many questions.

Most of them are about whether you have goals and whether you feel happy about winning these games? Or what do you think about a certain knight?

Most of the undead people deal with these things with just one or two words.

Because he really doesn’t know and doesn’t feel anything.

He simply fights with people and gets paid with firewood.

The only thing that made him feel uncomfortable was that he couldn't kill people with heavy blows during battle.

You also have to find a way to keep people alive after the battle, which is the most troublesome thing for the undead.

Kos served as the undead's translator, translating every word the undead said to Maena.

It is said to be a translation, but in fact it is to give Ma Enna the answer he wants.

Ma Enna also knew in his heart that this strange knight had probably never experienced such a social scene, and he was happy to have a guy like Kos appear.

After that, it was just two people communicating, and they never asked the immortal man what he thought.

It wasn't until the last dessert was over that Maena looked at the undead again.

"Mr. Immortal, since you have come to the Linguang family's mansion, please allow me to take you to visit the old objects passed down from our ancestors."

This is also a process to go through.

The new knight visits Linguang Mansion and visits the Linguang family's residence. Just because of admiration in my heart, I am full of yearning for the Linguang family.

This will also be a paragraph that will appear in the newspapers.

The undead finally took some interest in the matter.

Kos told him in the car that the Linguang family was also a famous family in the past.

But now no one can fight as a knight, so it is gradually declining.

Especially after Mr. Linguang passed away from illness, he had been absent from the knight competition for a year or two.

"good."

The undead man nodded. He showed interest in Linguang's family history, which made Maena feel a little better.

The four of them stood up and headed to the corridor on the first floor under the leadership of Ma Enna.

When you come to the door of the corridor, you can see several oil paintings hanging on the wall at a glance.

Rather than saying that this is a corridor, it is better to say that this is an exhibition hall.

"Hundreds of years ago, the Casimir people lived among the mountains and forests. In order to resist the invasion of neighboring countries, a group of excellent warriors were born."

As Ma Enna walked forward, she introduced herself to the undead man.

"These people are called knights, and the knights who guard the borders and fight against neighboring countries are called Casimir's war knights."

With that said, everyone came to one of the oil paintings, which depicted a scene of an army fighting.

"It was in such battles that our ancestors of the Linguang family won their own honor in battle after battle through superb skills and fearless battles."

When Ma Enna said this, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

He is proud to have the surname Linguang.

"We Lin Guang did not rely on other people's approval and never relied on the strength of others. Instead, we reached the position of knights and nobles step by step. This is the pride of our Lin Guang family."

The undead could hear the pride in Maena's words.

But this pride was obviously discordant with the dust on the knight's armor lying on the roadside.

As Ma Enna spoke, he led the undead man forward.

Every time he comes to a painting, the immortal will be told the history of the painting.

After walking through the entire corridor, Maena turned her head and looked at the undead man.

"Mr. Immortal, your fighting methods remind me of the war knights stationed on the border. Just like you, they kill decisively. They do not fight for show, but to protect the country and the people."

He looked up and down at the undead man's attire.

Except for a shawl, all other armors are similar to the armors of Casimir knights in the old days.

It's plain, simple, and full of cold metallic atmosphere, but it's surprisingly beautiful.

Maena remembered that no matter what occasion the undead appeared on, he always wore this armor.

This is why Maena chose to interview the undead instead of other competitive knights.

"The armor on your body is also similar to the knights of Casimir in the old days. At that time, there was no such advanced technology as now, and they would only focus on improving their martial arts. They used primitive armor and weapons to fight. Defeat your enemies with the purest of skills.”

When Kos heard this, he immediately understood that Maena wanted to define the undead as retro knights.

The nature of being immortal should be used as a gimmick to add explosive points to the news.

But who knows what Ma Enna actually thinks?

Kos immediately responded on behalf of the undead.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Maena."

Maena is very satisfied with Kos. This tall and thin knight is very good at solving problems and has quick reactions.

If it weren't for him, tonight's banquet might have ended badly.

"Then I will be solely responsible for what happens next, Mr. Maenna."

Now that the main business is done, this interview has come to an end, and Cos and Fran will be responsible for the rest of the negotiation.

Kos looked at the undead man next to him.

"Lord Knight, please give me some time to discuss company cooperation with Mr. Maenna."

Ma Enna also gave the immortal enough face, he said to the immortal.

"If Mr. Undead feels bored, you might as well take a stroll in this mansion."

The immortal nodded.

"Um."

Maena breathed a sigh of relief, and he led Kos and Fran into the reception room next to them.

The undead was left alone in the corridor.

It’s not that he doesn’t understand everything, he still understands some things. Since you don't need yourself next time, let's take a walk around this mansion.

The undead man followed the corner of the corridor and continued walking deeper.

The inner corridor is no different from the outer corridor, except that there are fewer sculptures and armors placed along the roadside.

There are also obvious gaps left in some places.

If the artist who designed the mansion insisted on doing this, then he really wasn't serious enough about his job.

While the undead man was admiring each scroll, there was a sound of opening the door in the room behind him.

The undead man looked back and saw a little girl from the Kuranta tribe.

Her golden hair and eyes of the same color showed her status as a noble.

And this characteristic can also be found in Ma Enna.

She had never seen a knight wearing a helmet in her mansion, and the undead man was the first one.

Tonight, she was ordered by Uncle Maena to stay in her room and was not allowed to come out or make any obvious noise.

Although before the dinner started, Ma Enna had already served her the same meal as the dinner.

Even added an extra cup of hot milk.

But after watching TV for a whole night, the little girl still felt a little bored.

The noises in the corridor aroused her curiosity.

So he walked towards the wooden door that separated the two of them.

After pushing open the wooden door, she saw a strange knight wearing a complete set of old-style armor. She had never seen a knight wearing a helmet in her own mansion. The one in front of her turned to look at her. This was the first one.

The little girl looked at him curiously, yearning for the knight.

"Hello? My name is Maria, Maria Linguang. Although this is different from what uncle ordered."

She asked without timidity, her golden eyes reflecting the cold battle-hardened knight's armor.

"But can I know your name?"

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