Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

"Hello~~~" Muirseth's playful greeting, full of youthful vitality, came from the half-open door, followed by a beautiful figure jumping to the ground.

"Roy, welcome back." The elf girl smiled as bright as a flower and tilted her head to look at Roy. She had a bag on her shoulder and her hands behind her back, as if she was hiding something.

"Good morning, Muirseth. You seem to be in a good mood. Did something happy happen to you?" Roy stopped his work and asked with a smile.

"Well... there are two happy things. One is that you are back, and the other is that the "Kazdel Travel Guide" I wrote before was finally completed yesterday."

"I brought the sample book. Do you want to take a look?" Muirseth held a glass of unknown orange drink in his right hand behind his back.

She first placed the orange drink on the table, then pulled out a thick book from her bag.

The cover of the sample book is blank, with Muir Seth's autograph in the lower right corner.

Roy took it and flipped through it carefully. He found that in addition to introducing shops and places worth visiting in the two mobile cities, this guide also introduced the relevant history of Kazdel and Sarkaz, and even some content about the former royal court.

I don’t know how Muirseth collected this information, but it must have taken a lot of effort.

"Thank you for your hard work. The content is rich and detailed, and it is well written." Roy closed the sample book and praised from the bottom of his heart.

"In order to write this book, I often stayed up late, and I don't know how much hair I lost..." Muirseth lowered his head and looked at his toes, with a few strands of long hair circling around his fingers.

The elf girl's implication was that she hoped to get more praise from Roy and fulfill her little wish.

"It's so serious... I don't know if the gift I specially prepared is enough to make up for your loss." Roy muttered softly, and flipped his right hand, and a long rectangular box appeared in his hand.

"What gift?" Muirseth opened his bright eyes and walked over in small steps.

"You'll know once you open it." Roy smiled mysteriously and handed the box to Muirseth.

"An umbrella? Why did you think of giving this?" After opening the gift box and seeing what was inside, Muirseth was surprised and surprised, and asked in confusion.

"Spring is coming to Kazdel soon. I heard from the residents that it rains a lot during that time. Considering that you often have to walk from the landship to the Rhine Life Research Institute, it would be more convenient to give you an umbrella."

"According to the boss who bought my umbrella, the ribs are made of high-strength alloy, which ensures that it is lightweight and has amazing wind resistance. The umbrella surface is made of polymer material, which can resist all kinds of radiation that is harmful to the skin, and can also block small crossbow arrows."

"I also cast a Sarkaz spell on it, which will bring luck to whoever carries it."

Roy recited all the functions that his boss had boasted about at the time. As for the spell, he didn't know if it would work. Anyway, that's what the banshee demon king said.

"Really?" Muirseth couldn't wait to open the umbrella, stood on one foot and turned around.

"I'm not sure either. That's the legend about the spell. You'll have to experience it yourself to know the details. But even if you put the spell aside, this is still an umbrella with good performance."

"Hehe...I like it very much. Thank you, Roy." Muirseth folded the umbrella and did not put it back into the box, but leaned it against his feet.

"Do you need me to help you publish this sample book? When I sent out job advertisements to various countries in Terra, I got to know a lot of publishing houses." Roy asked as he picked up the sample book.

"No need. I have asked my friend in Columbia to help publish it. I will send her another sample book later. By the way, I wrote our names in the author column."

"Why? I didn't participate in the writing of this guide, so how come my name is on it?" Roy was very puzzled and wanted to get an answer from Muirseth.

"Because you took me to those places, the contents of the book are my memories. In the process of collecting information, I also borrowed your name." Muirseth smiled slightly and winked at Roy.

"What name?"

"Roy's good friends, that's what I told them."

"Does it work?"

"It works pretty well, what's wrong?"

"You can continue to use it in the future. As a good friend, if you encounter any trouble, I will do my best to help you."

"Okay, then I won't be polite. It's getting late, I should go back to work, and I won't bother you anymore." Muirseth picked up the umbrella and hung it on his forearm, picked up his shoulder bag, and stood up to leave.

"Well, I wish you good luck in your work."

"The same to you......"

Muirseth left with a brisk pace, leaving behind only a few wisps of fresh scent and a glass of unknown orange drink.

By the time Roy noticed the orange drink left by Muirseth on the table, she had been gone for several minutes.

It was definitely too late to chase after him now, so Roy picked up the cup to check and found a note underneath.

Unfolding it, it was written in beautiful handwriting on the paper: "Muirseth's special blend of orange flavor storm, pure natural and without additives, welcome to taste it."

"So it was specially left for me. Let me try it..." Roy took a sip out of curiosity.

The intense sourness instantly distorted his facial features and made them curl up into a ball.

"Ugh... so sour!!!"

At this time, Muirseth, who had made this Orange Storm, was holding the umbrella that Roy gave her, humming a cheerful tune, and walking on the way to the Rhine Life Research Institute.

"I received the gift from Roy today, and I also gave away my favorite Orange Storm. I'm very happy." Muirseth reached into his coat pocket, wanting to take out a small notebook to write it down.

His fingertips felt a few square solid pieces, and Muirseth took them out and found that they were a few sugar cubes.

My brisk footsteps stopped instantly, and the scene before going out in the morning suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. I made two glasses of Orange Storm for myself.

The sour one was his, he took a sip when it was ready, and the one with sugar was Roy's.

But judging by the sugar cubes that appeared in his pocket, neither Orange Storm had sugar added.

And because he was a little nervous and hurried before going out, Muirseth was not sure whether the cup he gave to Roy was the one he had drunk or the one he had not drunk.

"It should be the one I haven't drunk before. Roy said that umbrellas will bring people luck. It should be the one I haven't drunk before..." Muirseth's ears felt a little hot. She turned around and walked towards the landship. She wanted to confirm it.

As for why he didn't go directly to Roy to confirm, it was because he was worried that it would be embarrassing if it was the cup he had drunk.

"Just make sure there's no mint lipstick mark left on the rim of the cup. It'll be quick..." Muirseth quickened his pace.

On the other side, Roy, who was experiencing the baptism of sourness, suddenly tasted a light and refreshing mint flavor in the sourness of the orange.

"Do we need mint for Orange Storm?" Roy didn't think too much and swallowed all the remaining yellow liquid in the cup.

The cup was put back on the table. At the inconspicuous rim of the cup, a small lip mark left by a lipstick had been covered by a larger lip mark.