Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

"Puff!" Roy's clone who escaped from the Twin Towers of Leithania tore open a dark space rift in a remote street corner of the Holy City of Lateran.

Because the spell was cast too hastily the second time, the landing point was not accurate, and this was not the target location.

The clone closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, then re-determined the target's location.

"Found it..." The clone opened his lips and made a hoarse voice from deep in his throat. The strange figure disappeared again in the space crack.

At this time, an ordinary Lateran citizen named Oren was walking towards the street corner, holding a sickly sweet ice cream cone in his hand.

He had been on a field mission in Leitania. After completing the mission, he returned to the Holy City of Lateran to take a vacation and wait for the next field mission.

"Huh? Who's there?" Oren, who was passing by while tasting an ice cream cone, suddenly noticed something, stopped instantly, and turned his head to look at the dim street corner.

"Nothing... Is there something wrong with my intuition?" To be on the safe side, Oren turned the corner and checked carefully.

"There is a slight remnant of magic, and it is not certain whether it poses a threat. I suggest you hand it over to the people at the notary office to handle it." Oren looked back before leaving, and then continued to walk away.

A few streets away, at 7-265 Servas Street in the Stephen District, Lateran citizen Felia Laporta, with a pale and trembling face, drew out her guardian gun and aimed at the strange figure that suddenly appeared beside Cecilia's bed.

There were several blood-red cracks on the pitch-black body. Even though the distance was not far, Felia still couldn't see the facial features of the humanoid creature.

Only those scarlet eyes seemed particularly eye-catching.

"Leave here immediately, or I'll shoot." Felia shouted in a low voice, her finger on the trigger, and the light wings behind her flashing.

Felia knew that once she fired a shot, the sound of the gunshot would immediately attract the surrounding neighbors and law enforcement officers, and Cecilia's identity would most likely be exposed.

But the mother had no better option than to point the gun at the intruder and threaten him to leave.

"I have no ill intentions..." The clone slowly raised his right hand, and in Felia's astonished eyes, thrust it fiercely into her chest.

A piece of white paper was pulled out by this hand. Felia was so shocked by this bizarre scene that even the muzzle of the gun was slightly deviated.

"Delivering the letter and checking the location, the goal has been achieved..." The clone gently put down the paper and silently stepped aside.

The continuous use of space spells has put the clone in a bad state. It needs to adjust for a while before it can start the spell again to return, otherwise there will be an accident.

Seeing that the intruder suddenly stopped moving, Felia pointed her gun at it and slowly approached her sleeping daughter.

The mother finally let go of her worries until she held her daughter in her arms.

"What on earth is this?" Felia, still frightened, carried Cecilia into the bedroom. After giving her daughter a kiss on the cheek, she locked the door and returned to the living room alone.

She picked up the paper that the intruder had taken out of his body. It read simply and clearly: "From Kazdel, greetings to Ms. Felia and Ms. Cecilia."

......

After reading the letter, Felia began to wonder. Knowing her and her daughter's names, the only person who could be related to Kazdel was the child's father, her lover Claire.

He sent someone to deliver the last letter a few months ago, saying that he would return to Kazdel to work, and there has been no news since then.

I didn't expect that the message that might be related to my lover would be received in this way again.

Felia carefully approached the still, almost statue-like clone.

She didn't know what was wrong with this guy, and he was completely silent.

In order to prevent it from looking creepy, Felia found a tablecloth and prepared to cover the clone with it.

Just as the tablecloth was about to cover the table, the clone suddenly opened its scarlet eyes, scaring Felia to the point of freezing.

"...Repairs completed, return home..." The clone waved his hand, and a space crack opened behind him. He took two steps back, and the entire clone disappeared into the dark crack.

"It's gone. I wanted to ask it for more information about Krel. But looking at its state, I don't think I can get anything out of it."

Felia felt a little disappointed. When Claire worked at RemBit, the two of them could occasionally meet privately in the woods far away from the Holy City.

Now that Claire had returned to Kazdel, it was unknown when the day would come when he would meet him again.

Felia could only hope and pray that day would come soon.

......

In Kazdel, the blood-red sunset hung in the sky. After a hard day's work, the workers finished their work and set out on their way home.

At the door of Hedley's house, more than a dozen tall Sarkaz, both men and women, old and young, had gathered.

They were all old friends that Hedley had known during his mercenary days, and of course some of them were also enemies.

Mercenaries are desperate criminals who do things for money. They may be drinking and chatting happily today, but they may draw their swords against each other tomorrow.

But they didn't come to see Hedley today to drink and chat.

Hedley was a cultured mercenary, which made him somewhat famous in the mercenary circle at that time.

After Roy issued that notice, these illiterate mercenaries immediately thought of Hedley. They gathered in front of the door, hoping to ask Hedley to teach them how to read.

Seeing these old faces who once disdained learning now coming to him humbly for help, Hedley couldn't help but find it funny.

"There's not enough room for you to come in. Stay outside. Did you bring any gifts? Cigarettes, alcohol, meat are all fine..." Hedley brought a blackboard and stools from the living room, ready to educate these old "friends".

"I told you to smoke less and drink less, have you forgotten so quickly?" An angry female voice came from inside the room when Hedley heard that he wanted to accept cigarettes and alcohol as a gift for his apprenticeship.

"Then I don't want it..." Hedley shrank his neck and answered in a low voice. He knew Inès could hear him.

Seeing Hedley's appearance, several old "friends" could not help but turn their heads and laugh secretly.

"Tell them to bring some white paper next time so that they can print more test papers for the children..."

"There are already enough examination papers in school. Too many examination papers are not a good thing." Hedley shook his head and explained with a wry smile.

"Then let them come to my store more often. The things in my store are all good, but they are expensive..."

"Okay, okay... I will, just concentrate on preparing dinner, and I will eat after I finish teaching them..." Hedley picked up the chalk and wrote common words on the blackboard.

"Hey, Hedley, is there a share for us?" A Sarkaz man with a scar on his face winked and teased.

"There are chalk heads for you to eat as much as you want." A piece of chalk head hit the man's forehead accurately, causing people around him to laugh, and he himself laughed.

"If you want to learn, sit down and be quiet. Read after me..." Hedley's face was serious, and he officially entered the teaching state.

Ines, who was preparing dinner in the house, took out a bottle of wine from the locked cabinet and poured two glasses for herself and Hedley.