Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

As night fell, Muirseth rubbed his eyes and put down the novel in his hands.

Originally, she only planned to finish reading the book on love secrets, then take a break and wait for the funeral ceremony to begin.

After all, which young girl doesn’t want to find her soulmate?

Learn it now in advance, so that when you are in actual combat, you at least have a theoretical basis.

But after she put down the love secret book, her attention was attracted by the book "The Domineering Sarkaz Demon King Falls in Love with Me".

"It should be okay to just take a look...it's still early..." Muleseth glanced at the wall clock. The hour hand pointed to three o'clock, which was still early in the evening.

Unfortunately, she greatly underestimated the charm of this book, as it had an extremely ordinary, melodramatic plot.

For Muirseth, who had never come across such an article, it was like opening Pandora's box.

Soon I was deeply addicted and couldn't extricate myself.

By the time she came to her senses, it was already getting dark.

"It's time to set off. I hope we won't be discovered..." Muirseth secretly opened the cabin door and the corridor was empty.

The elf girl tiptoed through the long and narrow corridor, passed the docking port between the landship and the city, and quietly left the Rhine Life Landship.

New Kazdel tonight is much more lively than last night. There are many people walking together on the streets, walking in twos and threes, shoulder to shoulder.

Some have the ears of Filin and the horns of Caprini, or the ears of Ursus and the tail of Kuranta.

Muirseth walked through the unfamiliar streets, following the dense flow of people, and came to the entrance of the city of Kazde. She put on the prosthetic horns she had prepared in advance.

Liberi, disguised as a Sarkaz, successfully entered Kazdel City.

After entering the new city, Muirseth looked around at this city which was described by the outside world as dilapidated, chaotic and full of frequent violence.

Although the streets are dilapidated, they are still clean. The residents' houses are tightly packed together, low and messy, and exposed wires can be seen everywhere.

This is completely different from Colombia's neatly arranged skyscrapers and modern technological mobile cities.

The air in Kazdel is much better than that in Trimon. Muirseth can breathe freely without worrying about the threat of Originium dust.

After asking a passerby for the direction of the main venue of the Requiem, Muirseth continued to follow the crowd because their destination was the same place.

......

Not far in front of Muirseth, Outcast, who was assigned a guarding mission by Kal'tsit, took his target Arturo away from Rhodes Island.

"Ms. Arturo, although I will do my best to protect you, I still hope you will be careful about your words and actions. You are just an ordinary person who cannot use magic."

In the short time they spent together, Outcast clearly realized that this Zacota named Arturo, although seemingly calm and mysterious, was actually an out-and-out madman.

In order to be able to attend the memorial service tonight, he resorted to self-harm to force Kal'tsit to agree.

"Ms. Outcast, as a fellow Sakota, can't you feel what I'm thinking?"

"I just want to sing a song for tonight's ceremony." Arturo smiled and walked towards the main venue carrying his cello.

Although Outcast can empathize with Arturo, he cannot understand why she does this.

I can only speed up my pace and continue to monitor and protect her.

......

Among the crowd heading to the venue, the doctor held Amiya's little hand and stopped in front of a vendor selling costume props.

Looking at Amiya's long ears, the doctor lowered his head and thought about which one would be more suitable to be combined with Amiya's race, Carters.

As for the tail...Amiya has one herself, although it's a bit short.

The ears and horns don't fit well, so forget it.

In the end, the doctor bought two masks, one large and one small, and put them on himself and Amiya's faces.

"Amiya, do you think Roy will recognize us if we disguise ourselves like this?" The doctor looked at himself in disguise in the mirror provided by the store.

"Well... the doctor has never worn this suit in front of Mr. Roy, and he's wearing a mask, so maybe he really can't be recognized..." After thinking for a moment, Amiya felt that the probability of Roy not recognizing him was relatively high.

"Okay!!! Let's go scare him now and make him guess who we are..." The Doctor took Amiya's little hand and continued walking towards the main venue.

......

At this time, at the main venue of the Requiem Festival, Roy, with the help of a large number of staff, completed the preparations for the venue.

On the street leading to the venue, there are many free drink supply points, and many barbecue grills are set up in the square, with barbecued meat, flatbreads, sweet potatoes, potatoes... everything you can think of.

Colorful lights flicker on both sides of the street and in the sky, adding a festive atmosphere to this cold winter night.

The children were playing happily in the square, and the adults also had relaxed and happy smiles on their faces.

A large number of people were pouring into the square that served as the venue. Roy wanted to take a walk around before the memorial service officially began.

Before leaving, Roy specifically asked Shining and Nightingale if they wanted to go together.

They turned their heads to look at the dense crowd and shook their heads repeatedly to indicate that they didn't want to squeeze into the crowd.

There was no choice but Roy to go by himself.

......

On the street leading to the venue, Muirseth was attracted by the various Kazdel souvenirs and special foods sold by street vendors.

Whenever I see something that interests me, I will stop, pick it up, look through it and ask the price.

Often after some bargaining, Muirseth would take out her wallet to pay the bill. She didn't bring much money this time, so she had to spend it frugally.

In previous years' Requiem, no one would sell souvenirs. Instead, they would sell homemade liquor, or biscuits and flatbreads produced in their own workshops.

Many people from other countries came to Kazdel this year. They were interested in the special souvenirs of Sarkaz and had money.

Some businessmen keenly captured the business opportunities and began to plan the tourism industry in advance.

"Mom, I want to eat that..." A cute little Sarkaz girl pointed at the pink on the street vendor.

"Okay, then buy one for Dad to try..." The Sarkaz woman looked at her child with a loving look and paid for two. She handed one to the little girl and held the other in her hand.

"Mom, don't you want to eat it?" The little girl didn't start eating it right away, but first cared about her mother.

"Mom will eat with Dad, Duoduo, eat first." The woman gently touched the little girl's head, took her little hand and left.

"Mom, this is delicious..."

"That's good......"

Muirseth quietly watched the mother and daughter leave, unable to hide the envy in his eyes.

She grew up in an orphanage and never experienced the feeling of being with her family. Even now that she has grown up, she can't help but feel a little envious when she sees such a warm scene.

Muirseth didn't stop for too long and continued to move forward.

Two film girls, wearing fake Sarkaz horns on their heads, complimented each other on the beautiful clothes they were wearing.

The burly men, with their arms around each other's shoulders, boasted loudly about how much they could drink.

Today, in this city, people of different races are enjoying the joy brought by the festival celebrations.

There were more and more people on the street, and as Muirseth was carried forward by the crowd, his sense of loneliness became stronger and stronger.

Although she was walking among the crowd, she couldn't really integrate with them. There was always a voice in her heart reminding her.

"Muir Seth, you are different from them."

Logically, he should have been accustomed to this kind of loneliness, but after dreaming about last night's content, Muirseth learned about the past of his race.

There might really be very few elves left who cannot adapt to the Originium environment. How can I find the traces of my people in this vast and unknown land?

Even if we find our tribesmen, where will the elves find shelter?

The loneliness that had been buried deep in my heart for a long time was completely aroused in the atmosphere of celebration and gathering.

The elf girl's bright eyes became a little dim, and she became absent-minded, not even paying attention to the road ahead.

A Sarkaz walking against the flow appeared in the crowd, and pedestrians who saw the thing on his head made way for him.

At this time, Roy was not concentrating on the road, because he seemed to vaguely see Arturo's figure in the crowd, so he wanted to rush over as soon as possible to check the situation.

In the crowd, the distracted Muirseth and Roy, whose attention was elsewhere, bumped into each other by coincidence.

Roy felt a collision in his chest and quickly looked down in front of him.

The long chestnut hair fluttered, and the petite elf girl was knocked back repeatedly. When she was about to fall, she reached out to the person in front of her for help.

Roy didn't have time to think about it, and immediately reached out and held Muirseth's slender hand.

"Ms. Muirseth, I'm so sorry to have bumped into you..."