Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Not far from Victoria's display booth, there was an inconspicuous, deserted booth, but the melodious sound of bagpipes came out, successfully attracting Victoria tourists to stop.

The country-style melody is completely different from the majestic heroic epics performed in musical theaters. It gives people a feeling of relaxation and joy, as if they are wandering in the vast fields with the warm spring breeze blowing through their hair.

Aristocratic culture is deeply rooted in the land of Victoria, but for more Victorians, their ancestors came from the vast fields.

When farmers take a break from working in the fields, someone will always play an instrument made of hollow plant stems. The chaotic melody is carried by the wind across the fields and is delivered to everyone's ears.

Passing poets were attracted by the music and used it as inspiration to compose corresponding poems, thus giving rise to country folk songs. With the change of seasons, those familiar melodies echoed in the fields year after year.

So when the melody buried deep in their souls was awakened, some tourists in Victoria couldn't help but stop and listen, and then walked towards the source of the sound.

White-haired Vaifan sat among them, blowing a melodious tune through a whistle made of reed stems. His companions each played a simple homemade instrument. The only one that looked worthwhile was the tattered bagpipe.

"Is it a rural mobile band from Victoria? We unexpectedly met them here..." The tourists who were attracted here began to speculate about the identities of several people.

This kind of performance is not uncommon on the streets of Victoria, but it is a real surprise to see it in a foreign country.

"......This is a folk song that is popular in the countryside of Tara. I hope you all like it." After finishing the performance, Wei Cao stood up to thank the audience and introduced the origin of the music.

Since Reed was speaking Tara, almost no one present could understand what she was saying. A few people in the crowd had strange expressions, apparently understanding Tara but pretending not to understand.

After all, in Victoria, the Tara people were a discriminated against, inferior class. They had managed to hide their origins and blend into the lives of ordinary Victorians. In this situation, they certainly wouldn't take the initiative to stand up.

Wei Cao saw the audience's reactions, and a look of loss appeared on her delicate and beautiful face. She introduced it again in Victorian.

After learning that it was Tara's song, some Victorians felt they had been deceived and asked their companions to leave.

Although another group of people did not turn around and leave immediately, the expressions on their faces no longer showed the appreciation and love they had when they first arrived, but instead a slight sense of alienation.

Even if the melody succeeded in piqued their interest, the music originating from Tara was just as lowly, ignorant, and inferior as the people there.

However, not everyone thinks so. Some tourists from other countries who are unaware of the sharp conflict between Victoria and Tara are still willing to give the most basic respect and applauded.

Sporadic applause erupted from the audience, and the members, feeling the audience's approval, perked up and prepared for the next performance. Weicao tried hard to remember the few people who applauded, and decided to give them small homemade gifts later.

Amidst the crowd, Weicao suddenly spotted a familiar figure. Although slightly different from the demon king speaking on the stage, she was certain they were the same person.

"...Come on." A gentle word of encouragement came accurately into Weicao's ears. A warm current surged in his heart, and he smiled and nodded in response.

The second Tara ballad ended with the audience's applause, and Wei Cao took out cloth dolls from a sack and distributed them to the tourists who had applauded before.

Most of these dolls were made by Moran in his spare time, and a few were experiments by Reed.

The journey to Kazdel on the landship was dull, long, and uninteresting. Moran, who had toiled for half her life, couldn't afford to rest, so she asked the crew for scraps of fabric that were about to be discarded.

After carefully cleaning them, Moran sewed small cloth dolls in the image of each person in the team. Everyone received the doll they liked, and the rest were covered with reeds as gifts and distributed.

Roy received a doll in the image of Reed. Compared with the dolls in other people's hands, his doll was made of obviously better materials and had many details. It should be a special model.

After solemnly accepting the doll, Roy chatted briefly with Weicao for a few minutes before waving goodbye. Theresa was still waiting for him at the Yan Nation booth, and the two planned to visit each stall one by one and take photos.

Ascalon would serve as a temporary photographer, taking on the important task of accompanying the group. Unfortunately, Theresa's solo pusher, W, was outfield maintaining order and security; otherwise, she would have undoubtedly snatched up the job.

In front of the noisy and crowded Yan Nation stall, Lamaren, draped in a long black gauze dress, chatted softly with Theresa, her head tilted to one side. The Demon King's guard, Ascalon, and her subordinates stood outside, separating the crowd.

"Lamaline, how have you been lately?" Theresa held Lamaline's hand and asked softly with concern.

"It's still the same as before, but you are getting more and more beautiful. The nourishment of love is really a magical thing." Lamaren covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes teasing.

"I just put on some light makeup. It has nothing to do with the nourishment of love." Theresa explained her changes by citing makeup as an excuse.

"Oh, so that's how it is. I thought we were in the same situation, but it turns out I'm the only one." Ramalen pretended to be regretful, her words seemed to imply something, and a happy smile appeared at the corner of her mouth under her veil.

As a close friend, Theresa immediately understood what Lamaren meant. She leaned over and whispered, "How did that thing go? Was it successful?"

"No, perhaps it's because my bloodline is too pure and powerful, so it may need to be repeated many times. But I can feel that my body's adaptability is getting better and better..." Lamaren gently stroked her flat belly, as if she was recalling the warmth of that night.

"Oh, actually I haven't done anything either, but it's really too early now." In fact, Theresa was quite conflicted about this matter, so she took the initiative to ask Ramalen who was in a similar situation.

"Don't worry, Theresa, everything will be there. So what are your plans for tonight? Do you mind if I join in?" Ramalen was still comforting Theresa in the first half of the sentence, but suddenly changed the tone in the second half and asked to join in.

"...Let's talk about it tonight." Theresa did not give a direct answer, but turned the topic to Ramalen's child, Alphanil.

"You mean that kid? He never takes the initiative to contact Hegu. I wonder what he's busy with."

"He was so well-behaved when he was little, why did our relationship become so distant when he grew up..."