Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

"Mon3tr, let me tell you, Kal'tsit has some bad habits, you must not learn them..."

Roy noticed that Mon3tr was imitating Kal'tsit, and his dress, speech, and behavior were full of her shadow.

Unfortunately, the temperament accumulated from thousands of years of experience is something that the new Mon3tr can never learn.

Kal'tsit has been worn down by the long years, and the once lively and optimistic Ama-10 has long since died.

Roy listed many of Kal'tsit's bad habits to Mon3tr, such as always taking psychotropic drugs in order to maintain high-intensity work.

The Riddler's way of speaking conceals important information deep within his heart. The Anti-Pressure King of Terra, shouldering the past and future of two civilizations, wanders the dust of the past, his footprints spread across the land.

Roy doesn't want to see Mon3tr bear too much pressure. He hopes that she will always remain innocent and not become the second Kal'tsit.

"Eh..." Mon3tr tilted her head in confusion. She had long been accustomed to Kal'tsit's habits. Kal'tsit always said she was fine, so Mon3tr didn't pay much attention to it.

Now, after hearing what Roy said, Mon3tr realized how harmful these behaviors were to the body.

"I've remembered that, Mr. Roy. If Kal'tsit continues to behave like this in the future, I'll try to persuade her." Mon3tr's tone was sincere, as if he was ready to correct Kal'tsit's bad habits.

"Well, don't tell Kal'tsit. I told you these things. This is a secret between us." Roy extended his little finger to Mon3tr, wanting to make a pinky promise with her.

Mon3tr didn't understand what this action meant, and confusion was written all over his face.

"Let's make a pinky promise, and we won't change it for ten thousand years!" After a brief demonstration, Mon3tr immediately understood what Roy meant. He smiled innocently and hooked his pinky finger into the promise.

"We'll make a promise and stick to it for ten thousand years!"

......

"What did you talk about with Mon3tr?" Kal'tsit keenly noticed that Roy looked at her with a subtle look. An ominous premonition came to her mind, and her furry cat ears trembled.

"Nothing, I'm just concerned about how she feels about turning into a human form." Roy picked up the teacup and took a sip, suppressing the smile on his lips.

"How is she doing?" Kal'tsit asked casually, but she was actually very concerned about Mon3tr's condition.

"Very good. I'm imitating you in front of the mirror." Ever since meeting Mon3tr, Roy subconsciously compared her with Kal'tsit.

Their relationship is more like mother and daughter than two sides of a twin circulatory system. It will be interesting to see the old cat raising the kittens.

"That child... I'll go back and see her later." Kal'tsit sighed. She couldn't find a better way to deal with Mon3tr's imitation behavior for the time being.

"Well...you should go back first. I have something to take care of here."

Roy glanced at the pitch-black feathered beast that landed outside the windowsill. The familiar aura of magic was a letter from the Banshee Lord Ramalen.

Kal'tsit also noticed the strange feathered beast and knew that it was some kind of communication method. She tactfully stood up and said goodbye, closing the door as she left.

Outside the window, a pitch-black feathered beast flapped its wings, flew through the glass, and gently landed on Roy's shoulder, transforming into a dark golden rune before dissipating into the air. Ramaleen's gentle voice flowed past his ears like the waters of the Banshee Valley.

"Your Highness, the flowers in the valley are about to bloom. If you have time, I would like to invite you to enjoy the sea of ​​flowers in the valley. It won't take up too much of your time. The blooming period is short and fleeting. It would be a pity if no one appreciates it..."

The content of Ramaleen's letter was very simple, seemingly just an invitation to enjoy the flowers.

But after the last trip to the valley, Roy already knew that Ramalen had secretly taken away the precious seeds while he was asleep.

Ramalen invited herself to meet in the valley again. She didn't know whether the seeds had taken root and sprouted, or whether the seeds failed to germinate and she wanted to get them again.

But no matter what, Roy needed to respond in time. He could understand why Lamaren did this, but this time, he hoped to do it while he was sober.

Roy picked up the smart terminal and explained Lamaren's situation to Theresa, asking for her advice. He didn't use Black Crown's internal communication system to keep a record of his work.

Theresa responded quickly, "Say hello to Lamaren for me. We'll go there again next time we have time." For a moment, Roy didn't know whether to pay attention to "Say hello to Lamaren" or "Let's go there again."

They are indeed good friends who have maintained their relationship for hundreds of years, and they truly share happiness and hardships.

The pitch-black feathered beast flapped its wings and flew away, swift as lightning, towards the distant Banshee Valley. Meanwhile, Lamaren, draped in a long black gauze dress, was meticulously trimming the weeds in the palace gardens.

A melodious and moving tune flows out from under the hazy veil, accompanied by feathered beasts on the branches and butterflies dancing around it.

The blooming of flowers requires timely watering, even for the ever-young enchantress.

Since being nourished by the pure source of life from Tikaz, Ramalen has healed the hidden wounds left by the century-long civil war, and finally found a way to replenish her ever-depleting vitality.

This mysterious and beautiful flower blooming in the quiet valley is patiently waiting for the arrival of rain.

The pitch-black feathered beast flew low over the treetops. Ramalen gracefully raised her right hand, and the feathered beast landed precisely on her index finger.

"Your Highness is willing to come here at the invitation. I will have the opportunity to change into the dress that my sisters specially prepared for me." The joy of having her expectations fulfilled appeared on Ramalen's beautiful face.

She put down her trimming tools and turned to walk towards the Great Banshee's palace. Her black gauze skirt fluttered in the wind, revealing her slender, snow-white calves.

A thin black veil hung from the ceiling, blurring the graceful figure in the bedroom. With the help of her sisters, Lamaren changed into a black and red dress with gorgeous and intricate patterns.

Her cascading light blue hair is braided into a bun, adorned with sparkling jewels. Lip gloss, made with natural pigments extracted from flowers, is evenly applied to her plump lips.

After her sisters meticulously dressed her, Lamaren, before the full-length mirror, looked more beautiful than ever before. In her long life, apart from her own child, Alphonse, this was the first time she had deliberately displayed her beauty to a member of the opposite sex.

"Sister, you are so beautiful..." A short-haired banshee hugged Lamaren's arm affectionately, her eyes full of envy.

"Okay, it's almost time. Let's go out and leave some time for my sister and that prince..." The mature and steady long-haired enchantress spoke and took away all the sisters who were laughing and watching the fun in the bedroom.

......

The bedroom, which had been bustling just moments ago, returned to its peaceful state. Ramaleen lifted her skirt and sat down at the round table in the garden. From beneath her veil, she peered through the dusk, overlooking the valley in the sunset.

Ripples appeared in the space, and Roy's figure appeared from the passage.

"Your Highness, you are here." Ramalen stood up to greet him and invited Roy to sit down.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Ramalen seems to have become even more beautiful." Roy was amazed by Ramalen's beauty at this moment and sighed sincerely.

"You're too kind. My sisters helped me dress up. Do you like me like this?" Ramalen smiled, and her deep eyes under the veil met the Sarkaz man's.

"I believe no man can refuse you now." Roy felt Ramalen's gaze and answered sincerely.

"Remember what I mentioned in my letter, that I wanted to invite you to enjoy the flowers together?"

"now?"

"Well... please follow me closely. The special flowers in the valley only bloom on full moon nights." Ramalen stretched out her right hand to Roy. The ring that had been worn on her slender finger had been taken off by her at some point.

"No need." Roy gently held Lamaren's hand and slowly walked in front of her.

"What do you mean?" Ramalen asked doubtfully, not understanding what Roy meant.

"The most beautiful flower in the valley is right in front of me, isn't it?" Before he finished speaking, Roy gently lifted Lamaren's veil, revealing her true appearance under the moonlight.

"Your Highness..." Lamaren's voice trembled as her delicate red lips parted. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, nearly losing control.

"You planted a flower in my heart. Now this flower blooms only for you." Lamaren closed her eyes, raised her beautiful face, and revealed her snow-white neck.