Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

The elite operators who were watching the show not far away had stopped chatting and were concentrating on watching the show, so as not to miss any exciting scenes.

Some people even secretly took out their communication terminals, wanting to invite their friends to watch the fun together.

After all, it is rare to see the Demon Lord of Sarkaz, the Great Banshee of the Deathstroke Court, and the Spell Master of the Tower of Babel having dinner together at the same table.

The three people at the center of the discussion have completely different states.

Roy had been away from the Rhode Island cafeteria for a long time and found that there were several new dishes at the window. So he ordered all of them to try them all.

After briefly greeting the Banshee Lord Lamaren and Logos, Roy took his plate and sat down next to Logos, concentrating on eating.

The veil that the Banshee had been wearing was lifted up and hung on the horn feathers beside her. She looked elegant, and her eyes were full of love as she looked at Logos.

From time to time, she would put the meat from her plate into Logos' bowl and tell him to eat more.

Logos seemed a little embarrassed. He did not object to his mother's care for him. On the contrary, he cherished the opportunity to have dinner with his mother.

But now, in front of Roy and many colleagues, an unprecedented feeling of shame surged into his heart.

Fortunately, he had a strong ability to control his facial expressions, and no one noticed anything unusual about him except his mother, Lamaren.

As the sound of cutlery colliding with plates gradually stopped and the food on the plates was gradually cleared away, Roy nodded with satisfaction.

Logos felt a little full because his mother kept putting food from her side into his bowl. Logos didn't want to disappoint his mother's kindness, so he tried his best to solve the problem.

The Banshee Lord handed the two people napkins and asked them to wipe the grease from the corners of their mouths.

Dinner time is over and it’s time for after-meal chat.

The Banshee Lord took out a bone pen and wrote a golden spell in the air. An invisible barrier enveloped the three people, ensuring that the content of the internal conversation would not be leaked.

"Senior, what are you doing..." Roy asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Your Highness Roy, you can just call me Ramalen. Compared to the tens of thousands of years you have spent, I am still very young." The Banshee Lord smiled slightly.

"I cast a sound-blocking spell around me because I have something to talk to Aifanil about next. He may not like being heard by others, and I don't want outsiders to know." Ramalen explained.

"Since you have something to talk about, I won't bother you anymore."

After learning the reason, Roy planned to get up and leave. After all, this was a matter between mother and son, and he should not interfere.

"Your Highness Roy, please stay..." Ramalen called out to Roy.

"what happened?"

"This matter actually concerns you as well. I hope you can stay and listen to it."

"Okay then." Since Ramalen said so, Roy had no choice but to sit down again.

The Banshee Lord and Logos sat opposite each other. Roy supported himself on the table with one hand and looked sideways at the two of them. He was very curious about what the mother and son would talk about.

Logos thought his mother wanted to talk to him about the war. After all, as far as he knew, this was the only thing related to Mr. Roy. But hadn't he already made his opinion clear?

Just as Logos was confused, Lamaren suddenly spoke.

"Aifanil, during the time you were away from the valley, have you met any girl you like?"

"Ah?" Logos was completely stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

As a banshee, he was still very young, and he had never thought about such things, nor had he ever thought that there would be a day when he would be questioned by his mother.

Roy immediately perked up when he heard what Lamaren said. Logos was indeed too handsome, had an excellent family background, and was very powerful.

He must have attracted a lot of women over the years, but I don’t know how many of them he fell in love with.

Although Roy didn't know what this matter had to do with him, Lamaren deliberately wanted to keep him here. But now it was important to eat melons, so he would wait until it was his turn.

In response to his mother's question, Logos adjusted himself slightly and replied seriously: "Mom, I am still young and don't have any thoughts in this regard."

"What's wrong with being young? There are many banshees of your age in the valley who have already started families and careers. For example..." Lamaren gave several examples in succession, and Logos even refuted a few sentences at first.

Later on, I simply adopted the method of defense instead of offense. Facing my mother's attack, I remained silent and just nodded in response.

Roy also joined in the fun and said, "Logos, your mother is right."

"Aifanil, if you don't know how to please girls, you can ask His Highness Roy for advice. He has his own unique insights in this regard."

"By the way, Your Highness Roy. When will your marriage with Her Highness Theresa be settled?" Lamaren suddenly pointed the finger at Roy who was watching the fun.

"This... this is too early... Kazdel still has a lot of things waiting for us to deal with, it's too early to get married now..." Roy didn't expect that he was also Ramalen's target.

Logos breathed a sigh of relief after escaping from his mother's overwhelming attack. Now it was his turn to watch the fun.

Seeing that Roy had no plans to get married for the time being, Lamaren said earnestly, "You and Theresa are both not young anymore. Since you both think it's a good match, why don't you get married soon?"

"Is it Theresa who disagrees with you having other women outside?"

"No, she doesn't object to this. It just needs her approval." Roy shook his head. He didn't expect that Lamaren knew about this. Did Theresa reveal it to her?

When Lamaren heard that Theresa had no objection, a smile appeared on her lips.

"Do you want to find a few more?"

"No one can explain matters like feelings, so just let it take its course." Roy gave an ambiguous answer.

"It seems that His Highness Roy has quite a big appetite..." Ramalen saw through Roy's thoughts, but it was also good this way, at least she got the answer she wanted.

"Forget it... Since you and Theresa have already made your own plans, I can't say much." Lamaren decided to stop and started talking about Logos again.

In fact, her sudden concern about Logos' emotional state this time is related to the current difficulties faced by the banshee clan.

Logos is the only pure-blooded male banshee of this generation, and Lamaren places the future of the banshees on him.

He is Banshee's hope and miracle.

After years of war, the number of pure-blooded members of the Banshee clan has been decreasing due to injuries, Originium disease and other reasons. In order to ensure the survival of the Banshee clan, the Banshees had to marry outsiders and gave birth to mixed-blood Banshees.

However, most of the banshees born are female, and there are very few male banshees.

If this continues, pure-blooded banshees may disappear in a few hundred years. So Lamaren hopes that Logos can find a female banshee of his choice to mate with and continue the banshee heritage.

After listening to Lamaren's story, Roy reached out and patted Logos on the shoulder.

"Thank you for your hard work." Logos saw Roy's sympathy for him and smiled helplessly.

"Mother, it's just like what Mr. Roy said. No one can explain things like feelings. I will try my best."

"You kid..." Seeing that Logos was so persistent, Lamaren didn't know what to say and could only let him go.

After all, children grow up, and parents have to let go eventually.