Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

The majestic and solemn roof of the Saint-Emperor's Palace was covered with thick white snow. The crackling sound of burning wood in the fireplace dispelled the winter cold.

The room was furnished with soft and comfortable sofas, on which sat the two most powerful people in the powerful Ursus Empire, the current Emperor Fyodor Ivanovich and the Speaker of the Imperial Parliament Islam Witte.

This was a secret meeting outside of work, there would be no meeting minutes, and no third party would know what the two people discussed.

"Your Majesty, are you determined to do this? If you fail, the empire will be in great turmoil again..." Witt crossed his hands, supported his chin, and asked in a low voice.

Compared to previous Speakers of the Imperial Parliament, his face gave people a feeling of indecision, but in fact it was because he was always thinking and had too much to consider before making major decisions.

"Witt, Kazdel has risen rapidly, and the previously unsolvable Ore Disease has been conquered. This is the best time for us to make changes."

"The infected issue has become an obstacle to the empire's progress, but the problem is not just the infected themselves, but also the empire's attitude towards the infected. The powerful Ursus Empire will not abandon any of its people. The infected are also my people."

"The opinions of the old nobles in the army may be very strong, and your Majesty's plan may encounter great resistance."

Witte was well aware of the attitude of the traditional nobles in the Imperial Parliament towards the infected in their territories, which was to treat them as farm tools. Your Majesty's plan touched their interests, and they were not easy to deal with.

Once these nobles united, the power they unleashed could not be ignored even by the Emperor and the Speaker of the Imperial Parliament.

"I know... the empire is an extension of my hands. These parasites are attached to the empire's body and suck its flesh and blood. Even if the final result is bloodshed and severe damage to the empire, they must be eliminated."

"Only in this way can the reborn Ursus have a better future."

"Witt, you will support me, right..." Emperor Fyodor's light words weighed on Witt as if they weighed a thousand pounds.

"Of course, Witt will always be your most staunch supporter." As a member of the new nobility, Witt's loyalty to the emperor who promoted him to power is unquestionable, and his attitude towards the infected is also relatively open-minded.

"Your Majesty, according to the work report submitted by the mobile city near the ice field, a team of infected people appeared in the depths of the ice field. Duke Koschei's adopted daughter, Tallulah Atrias, is the leader of the team, and the Imperial Shield Patriot is also among them."

Talking about matters related to the infected, Witt recalled the reports recently submitted from various places.

"The infected team? Witte, send someone to contact the adopted daughter of Duke Koschei and find out her attitude and purpose.

"Whether this team of infected people will eventually be judged as a weapon supported by the old nobles to fight against the empire, or whether it will become the beginning of the empire's improvement of the status of the infected people, depends on the attitude of this leader."

"Go ahead and do it. If necessary, you can send out the inner guards to clean up those dirty hands and feet." Emperor Feodor got up from the sofa, walked to the locked window, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the lead-heavy clouds in the sky.

Winter will soon be over, but the weather in Saint Jun Castle is still so cold. When spring comes, the frozen farmland will cause a lot of trouble for farmers, and they will need a powerful farm tool.

"Wetter understands. I will follow your orders."

......

In New Kazdel City, Mudstone, who had just stopped to rest, was suddenly patted on the shoulder from behind. She was startled.

"Ms. Mudstone, here is your letter. The address is Ursus." A middle-aged film man who looked tired and exhausted took out a letter from his faded waist bag.

"Thank you, you've worked hard." Mudstone took the letter and paid the courier extra money as a reward for his hard work in venturing through the disaster-prone Kazdel region.

The courier was a little surprised by the extra fee, but still accepted it with gratitude. After saying goodbye to Mud Rock, the courier rushed to the next recipient's location.

Mudstone tore open the envelope and unfolded the slightly yellowed letter paper inside.

"Captain Mudstone, I received the letter you left behind. I respect your decision to leave the Reunion Movement and return to Kazdel."

"Recently, the patrol missions of the infected pickets on the ice field have become more and more frequent. The team can only keep moving camps, and the situation is becoming more and more difficult. But I will not give up, those poor infected people need me.

"Recently, some brothers received news from the mobile city that the Ursus government has ordered anti-ore sickness medicine from Kazdel. Perhaps the status of the infected will change. I will continue to fight until the day when the infected are treated equally."

"Captain Mudstone, I am writing to you this time because I hope you can help promote the purpose of the Integration Movement and what we are doing in Kazdel. The Integration Movement needs more like-minded people to join our team."

"Only in this way can the fire burn big enough to burn away the suffering inflicted on the infected."

.......

"Finally, I wish you good luck in your work at Kazdel and good health. - Tallulah"

After reading the letter that traveled thousands of miles, Niyan sat there in a daze until her co-worker came to call her, and then she came to her senses.

"Okay, I'll be there right away." Mudstone folded the letter again and put it into the inner pocket of the armor. She couldn't make up her mind for a moment and planned to seek Roy's advice after get off work.

At this moment in the office, Roy was writing furiously on a blank document, and finally stamped it with his seal. An official document was freshly produced.

In order to increase the learning enthusiasm of illiterate adults in the city, Roy offered an incentive of 50% plus salary, and if they were unemployed, they could be arranged to work.

Equivalent to the ability to read and write, there is a monetary reward. Roy knew that work progress would be slow if it relied solely on word of mouth.

If the financial incentives are attractive enough, some people will study under the lights all night long, even if they don't sleep.

After all, this generation of Kazdel people has suffered a lot, so they will definitely not let go of such a good thing.

Things developed just as Roy expected. After the staff posted the official documents and explained the contents of the documents to the Sarkaz people who could not read.

The originally orderly crowd of onlookers suddenly became noisy, and the smart people among them immediately asked questions about how to obtain certification of reading and writing skills.

"In a week, His Highness will open the certification channel. After passing the test, you will get the certificate."

“What does 50 percent of the salary mean?”

"In simple terms, your current salary is one thousand, and after passing the certification, you can get an extra five hundred," the staff explained patiently.

“Can I get it every month?”

"That's it for now. We'll need to see what His Highness thinks later on."

"Is this policy only for the Sarkaz?"

"Yes, sorry."

......

After getting the answers they wanted, the crowd dispersed. They had already started thinking about which school would be the fastest to learn.