Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

"Dong! Dong! Dong..." The melodious and deep sound of the engine shutdown bell started from the mobile town and spread to the silent and desolate stone plateau wilderness with the help of the cool night breeze.

The sound of the bells echoed among the hills, lakes, valleys, and plains, and was finally drowned out by the dense rustling of the reeds by the lake as the breeze swept low over them.

As the fire bell rang, the last few lights in the village went out one by one. The villagers followed the tradition left by their ancestors and went to bed immediately after the lights were turned off.

Apart from some young people who need to take some time off before bed to complete necessary biological reproduction work, there are no nighttime entertainment activities in the village.

After a busy day in the fields, I returned home exhausted. After a quick meal, I took a nice hot bath and fell asleep in bed.

Every day, we worry about the daily necessities of the next day, and we have no time to think about too much. Gradually, living people are domesticated into dull tools.

In a stable national social structure, the majority of the lower-class people are often fixed in their production positions for various reasons - political and economic systems, social ethics, traditional concepts, cultural propaganda...

The rulers of a country integrate and allocate various resources through taxation, commodity circulation and other means to develop the national economy, improve production efficiency and build a strong national defense and military force.

While the state's violent machinery defends against external invasion by enemy countries, it is also responsible for maintaining the stability of the social structure internally and is the most direct manifestation of the ruler's power.

"Young Red Dragon, in ancient times, before the concept of the state emerged, humanity reached a point where the various obstacles in the natural state that were unfavorable to human survival exceeded the power that each individual could exert to survive in that state."

"So, out of self-protection, people gave up some of their rights. By signing contracts, they established a country and willingly placed themselves under the government.

"So what is the purpose of this country running?"

"Is it just about resolving disputes and punishing those who violate other people's rights?"

“This is the source of state power, but not its ultimate goal.”

The young red dragon was silent. After a long moment of reflection, he replied, "To respond to the people's pursuit of a better life, to allow everyone to live freely, to find and realize the meaning of life."

"Well, that's a good answer. You read it in a book, right..." The unicorn Clothyvia turned her head to glance at the young red dragon, nodded slightly and continued.

“The state must not only uphold the original intention of the contract (protecting life, liberty, and property), but also respond to humanity’s eternal pursuit of a better life—from basic survival to spiritual satisfaction, from personal ideals to collective civilization.”

"Based on this standard, have you figured out how to build a nation for the people of Tara? Let me see your achievements and see if you are qualified to be a national hero of Tara."

.....

The two moons hanging high in the night sky cast a cool glow on the ground, covering the wasteland with a gentle veil.

Inside the quiet and dark tent, there was an inexplicable rustling sound of people turning over.

"Weicao, aren't you...still awake?" the Filin girl in the next bed asked blearily, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. The Filin people have an innate advantage in hearing and night vision compared to other races.

For some people with particularly keen senses, even the slightest movement or change in light can wake them from a deep sleep.

In order to get a good night's sleep, they had to wear eye masks and earmuffs to block out the noise and light from the outside world.

"Did I wake you up? Alice, I'm sorry..." Weicao paused in getting up, lowered his voice as much as possible, and apologized to the film girl named Alice with a guilty look on his face.

"Why are you going out so late?"

"I can't sleep, I want to go out for a walk." Weicao put on a coat, picked up the spear leaning against the bed, stood up and walked out of the tent.

"Do you need me to accompany you? There may be wild beasts in the wilderness at night."

"No need, I can do it myself." Weicao smiled and showed Alice the spear in his hand, indicating that he had weapons to protect himself and there would be no problem.

"(yawn) All right then, be careful and come back soon." The film girl yawned deeply, then lay down again and covered herself with the quilt.

"Well, you continue to sleep. We still have a lot of things to do tomorrow." Weicao left a word, lowered his head to lift the tent cloth, and left with his tail wagging.

"Okay..." the film girl mumbled in a daze.

......

Wei Cao left the tent, looked up at the twin moons in the sky, and walked towards the lake. The chirping of insects and the sound of the wind lingered in his ears, dispelling some of the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

"I wonder how Mr. Roy's meeting with his sister went..."

The situation in Deep Pool was not optimistic. If it were not for the shelter provided by the Duke of Wellington, the private soldiers of the major dukes would have wiped out the riot organization established by the Tara people long ago.

After a brief time together, Weicao could see that Mr. Roy sincerely wanted to help the Tara people, and Deep Pool had welcomed its most powerful external ally.

Ever since she was little, Aburana has always been able to handle everything well. Wei Cao believed in her and would definitely not miss this precious opportunity.

The only thing to worry about is whether the negotiation tactics used by Abrana will cause Mr. Roy to be disgusted.

Will Mr. Roy and his sister clash?

For some reason, a strange image emerged in Weicao's mind. It was the reaction of her sister when she had shown resistance.

It approached from behind with graceful steps, its hands gently pressing on its shoulders. The thick and powerful dragon's tail tightly wrapped around its legs, restricting its movement.

The corners of her mouth curled up with a smug smile, and her eyes looked like she was admiring an interesting toy. My sister was always like this, she liked to force her will on others.

"Mr. Roy...it shouldn't be the case. Let's stop thinking about it and go back to sleep..." Weicao, with a slightly red face, shook her head, quickened her pace, and went back to her tent and lay down again.

......

In a room of the high-speed battleship "Gascreel", the slightly tipsy Abrana filled her crystal glass with red wine again and raised her glass to invite Roy across from her.

"It's late, I should leave." Roy waved his hand to refuse and stood up to say goodbye.

"I've already instructed the servants to prepare the guest rooms. Only the highest-grade guest rooms on the Gastriel are worthy of a distinguished guest like you."

"No, I have something else to do. I'm leaving." Roy did not respond to Abbrana's request to stay. He cast a space spell and left the room.

"Haha...it seems that you care more about Ravshini. It's getting more and more interesting." Abrana withdrew her gaze from where Roy disappeared, picked up another glass of red wine on the table, and drank it all.