Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

In Kazdel, the lich settlement, a three-story building floating in the air seemed remarkably normal among the various bizarre structures built by the liches.

That was the "Temple of Knowledge," housing a vast collection of sorcery books and magical tools collected by the lich clan over thousands of years. While seemingly a mere three-story building, its interior was incomparably vast, a place of fascination for countless masters of magic.

It is said that in the deepest part of the Temple of Knowledge, there are forbidden spells with incredible power, such as those that can change time, bring back the dead, and create life.

Because the cost of casting spells is too high and the process is too dangerous, the liches set up multiple tests, and only those who passed all of them were qualified to learn.

Throughout history, only a handful of people have passed the test and had the opportunity to cast forbidden spells. The Witch King Helhunzoron, the previous monarch of Lethania, was one of them, and the banshee Alphanir was the youngest.

He liked to visit the Temple of Knowledge on his days off, ostensibly to replenish his spell reserves, but in reality, to exchange stool drift racing techniques with the liches.

Here, they wouldn't be disturbed by outsiders, and there was no need to worry about damaging the playing field. The magical barrier set up by the liches was strong enough to withstand all kinds of cheating methods.

Ever since the old lich Fremont received the order to go to the northern border, the liches have gradually let themselves go and become more and more bold.

The technique of drifting a round stool is also considered a kind of knowledge. If Fremont suddenly returns, the liches will have a reason to defend themselves and even have a chance to persuade him to accept this research.

It was a perfectly ordinary day, and Alphanil was at the Temple of Knowledge, sparring with the liches about drifting. He had come up with a brilliant trick the previous night, one that would surely amaze the crowd if he pulled it off.

Just as Aifanil was simulating the game process in his mind, a gentle and familiar voice sounded from behind him, and the alarm bells rang instantly.

Before he could react, a pair of slender, snow-white hands gently pressed against his shoulders. Her slightly curved, light blue hair fell, carrying a mysterious fragrance.

"Mother, why are you here..." Aifanil turned his head stiffly, keeping his tone as calm as possible.

It was incredibly embarrassing to be caught by my mother drifting a stool in front of like-minded friends.

He could already hear the whispers of the liches, and if his mother hadn't held him down, he would have wanted to run away.

"Aifanil, I've been in Kazdel for several days, and you haven't come to see me. It really makes me sad..."

Lamaren placed her hands on her son's shoulders, her tone full of resentment and sadness, like a poor mother who was neglected by her child.

If it weren't for the sly smile beneath her veil, she could have successfully fooled everyone. However, Alphanil had long been accustomed to her mother's pranks and had developed a mature set of tactics to deal with them.

"Mother, I've learned from His Highness Roy. You've been touring the city with Princess Theresa these past few days, and I didn't want to disturb your enjoyment, so I didn't visit you."

Aifanil brought up the two princes and made up reasons to justify his failure to visit his mother in time.

"Humph, you always use this excuse. Well, you're already grown up, so it's normal that you don't like being close to your mother."

Lamaren sighed softly and withdrew her hand from her son's shoulder. Alphanil sensed his mother's desolation and felt a flicker of guilt.

Since leaving the valley, he had indeed rarely returned. But the next second, he realized that he was overthinking it, and his mother was still the mother who loved to tease him.

"Aifanil, you've been away from home for so long. Have you met a girl you like? My sisters and I are very concerned about your love life..."

Ramalen took her son's hand and began to show her concern as a loving mother, and even showed signs of helping him find a blind date on the spot.

Aifanil, who cared too much about his personal image, could not stand his mother's nagging and quickly took her away from the Temple of Knowledge.

They master the technology of compressing space