Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Roy had just signed an official document on literacy work and was about to take a break when he spotted the latest document on the desk. The top one had a cute devil head printed on it.

That was the symbol of Klushier. She always liked to print this mark on various documents and designs as a symbol of her identity.

He opened the file seal and pulled out two things inside, a piece of paper and some photos.

"Roy, the thing you asked me to modify before. After the unremitting efforts of me, a top 100 youth in Kazdel and a 42-star operator of Babel Tower, combined with the witchcraft of the banshee and the lich, it finally has a shape."

"We're planning a long test flight outside of town tomorrow morning, so be sure to come and watch."

Some of the photos seemed to be taken with a drone. In the photos, a huge steel monster was lying quietly in the factory. The alloy tracks originally used for walking on land disappeared and were replaced by complex mechanical parts.

A sharp metal ram was installed on the bow of the ship. Looking down from a high vantage point, the entire ship looked a bit like a steel narwhal after the modification.

In the middle of the three metal rams, one long and two short, the black main gun brought great deterrence. Roy once taught Logos how to cast the spell cannon.

He improved and created a method for mass-producing lightweight naval guns, turning them from weapons that could only be used by land ships into weapons that could also be used by land armies, greatly improving the equipment level of the Kazdel army.

The only drawback of this magic cannon is that it is expensive to use. It must be powered by Originium to exert its maximum power.

However, if you are only facing an enemy that does not have heavy armor like a land cruiser, relying only on the spells cast by three gunners to provide energy is enough.

Later, the old lich Fremont returned with the lich clan. Roy also mentioned this spell to Fremont, hoping that he could improve its power and preferably add the function of switching energy supply methods.

Roy hopes that in some application scenarios, he can use dead souls as a power supply to unleash the power of destruction and deal with enemies that conventional weapons cannot handle.

Apparently, the power of the previous shot to change the terrain could no longer satisfy Roy's fear of insufficient firepower.

"It seems that the anti-gravity spell has been successfully replicated through the magic circle. The accumulation and talent of the Sarkaz in spells are really amazing."

"If the aerial battleship can be realized, it will become another sword of Damocles to deter the nations of Terra."

"I also want to speed up my mastery of that spell. When I travel far away in the future, I won't need to use such a slow method as flying."

After returning to Kazdel, Roy rekindled his interest in space travel spells because he felt it was too troublesome to fly to other countries every time.

After practicing for a while, Roy could already travel safely in a small area, which made his daily life much more convenient. At least he didn't have to walk over to Theresa's house or fly in from the balcony when he went to eat.

Now they need to gradually increase the range of safe travel. For this, the clones created by Roy have suffered a lot, and they are covered with wounds every time they come back.

Fortunately, it doesn't feel pain, otherwise it would have cursed the original body and quit.

"For my safety, I'll have to trouble you for a while longer. Sorry..." Roy created another clone, patted its shoulder with his big hand and consoled it earnestly.

Before he finished speaking, Roy activated the space travel spell and controlled his clone to enter the space crack.

"Have a nice journey..." After giving a respectful glance to his clone, Roy looked at the clock on the wall. It was time to get off work and have lunch.

"Hmm...why hasn't Muirseth come to retrieve the cup yet? She came here at this time yesterday." Roy touched his chin and walked to the window.

Among the many pedestrians coming and going on the street, Roy noticed Muirseth's figure at a glance.

After all, in this kind of weather where it is neither raining nor too cool, no one would carry an umbrella with them.

As he was walking, Muirseth noticed someone was looking at him. He raised his head and looked around, and finally found Roy standing by the window. He smiled and waved to him.

"Is Roy waiting for me? All the staff outside have left..." After entering the office, Muirseth took away the glass cup washed by Roy and the note underneath.

"Since you haven't come to get the cup yet, I'll wait for a moment." Roy packed up his things and left the office with Muirseth.

"What does 'read' mean?" Muirseth unfolded the note, saw Roy's answer, puffed up his cheeks, and asked with a little dissatisfaction.

"'Read' means I know it. Aren't you a graduate of Columbia University? How come you don't even know this?" Roy asked back, holding back his smile.

"Who asked you that?" Muirseth patted Roy's arm with a dissatisfied temper. "I mean, what do you think about me drinking your Orange Storm secretly..."

"I can watch it while standing or sitting." Roy finally couldn't hold back the smile on his face, and answered while laughing.

It's fun to tease this cute elf.

"If you keep doing this, I won't add sugar to tomorrow's Orange Storm. It will make you sour to death." Muirseth deliberately made an angry expression and turned his head to say viciously.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Roy did not continue teasing Muirseth and quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"You drank secretly, so what? I don't mind. By the way, what brand of mint lip balm do you use? Next time I go to Colombia, I'll bring you some."

"Ah? What mint lipstick? I don't understand..." Muirseth was stunned for a few seconds, and then she started to act dumb after she realized what was going on. But her elf ears, which quickly turned red, betrayed her mercilessly.

"Oh...you don't use lipstick, then don't bring it." Roy said with a sigh and shook his head, pretending to be regretful.

"Mentholatum, this brand. I've wanted to buy their mint-flavored lip balm to review for a long time. I'm leaving it to you."

"When are you going to Columbia? Come to Rhine Life and find me there. I can show you around. I know all the good places worth visiting in Tremont."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. This body was created by my magic. My real body is still in the Rhine Life Headquarters..."

In order to ease his embarrassing situation, Muirseth spoke a lot at an astonishing speed.

"I knew it a long time ago. Just look at the strength of your spells. I knew it when I first saw you."

"Hmm..." Muerseth felt like a fool in an instant. He lowered his head in shame and stopped talking.