Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 343 Red Dragon and Unicorn

Nasirshah, the administrative center of Tallah

The sun, which brought light and heat to the earth, slowly sank into the horizon. The blood-red afterglow of the setting sun shone on the reeds swaying in the wind outside the city. From a distance, it looked like a sea of fire.

Tara, part of Victoria Territory, has the most stringent tax standards and the highest prices in the land.

Every year, Tara people who are unable to pay their share of taxes are forced to leave their hometown and start a wandering and homeless life.

Even so, they suffered discrimination and oppression from Victorians in areas within Victoria but outside Tara.

Tara's origin is like an ugly scar of shame, firmly engraved on the bodies of those who leave their homes.

But they shouldn't be treated like this. The Tara people are the people of the Red Dragon King Gael and the foundation of Victoria's founding. They should have shared the fruits of victory. But now they are being treated unequally, which is really disheartening.

Those capable and ambitious Tara people who want to make a career and improve their miserable living conditions can only try their best to erase all traces of Tara on their bodies.

Practice Victorian, erase the accent of Tara, learn the tedious and boring aristocratic etiquette, be humble and flatter the local dignitaries, and do your best to get the treatment that Victorians enjoy as soon as they are born.

Tara, who had suffered hardship and discrimination for a long time, was like the dry and yellow reeds on the river bank in autumn, which could be easily ignited by just throwing a fire.

Some people don't want the fire to be lit, some people don't want the fire to burn themselves, some people don't want innocent people to be swallowed by the out-of-control flames, and some people hope that the fire will burn more vigorously, and preferably completely swallow Victoria.

Two uninvited guests came to a township school in the eastern suburbs of Nasirsa.

One of them, judging by her racial features of fierce-looking long horns and a thick tail, is a female Vaifan.

The white-haired Vaifan was wearing an exquisite and gorgeous white dress and had elegant and proper manners. It was obvious that she was of noble birth.

Accompanying her was a young girl with pointed horns rising between her eyebrows. The elderly principal could not tell her race.

The two men looked to be only in their twenties, one had fire burning in his eyes, the other had calm and deep eyes, like the deepest waters in the center of Lake Victoria.

"Madam Principal, I am Wei Cao, a volunteer teacher at Nasirsha Noble Academy, and this is my teaching assistant, Klovicia. Following the instructions of the academy principal, I came here to teach for a month."

White-haired Vaifan handed a letter of recommendation to the old principal. Her identity certificate was obtained through connections. The Iron Duke and the leader of Deep Pond stood behind her, and no one dared to embarrass her.

Clovisia also showed her identity certificate to the old principal. As the "fairy" in Victorian legend and the "Protector of the Country" passed down by word of mouth among the nobles, she has her own connections.

The old principal confirmed that the two had no problem with their identities and arranged accommodation and food for them with great enthusiasm. The township school was short of teachers, and two middle-aged teachers were in charge of six classes, and they were busy all day.

If there are teachers in the city who are willing to come and teach on a voluntary basis, she would naturally welcome them.

"Children are Tara's future hope. Is this the heroic path you have chosen? Compared to your ambitious sister, this path is too dull."

Klovishia turned her head to look at Lavishini and said lightly.

"My sister said that she would support me to go my own way. I am exploring my path. You have no right to interfere with my decision..."

Lavishini didn't know much about this girl named Klovishia who suddenly appeared next to her and her sister.

However, her elder sister Abrana seemed to recognize the other party's identity. When they met for the second time, she launched a lightning-fast attack on her. The tip of the gun burning with purple fire pierced the girl's thin body, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

"Descendant of King Gael, heir to the bloodline of the red dragon Drak, leader of the Deep Pool, are you seeking revenge against me?"

"Haha... Not just you, but also the unicorn hiding deep in Victoria's shadow. I will not let go of anyone who participated in the assassination on that snowy night. The red dragon's wrath will eventually devour them all."

Abrana drew back her spear and reached out to protect Ravshini, who didn't know what was happening, behind her.

Faced with the legendary existence of Victoria, Abrana has no idea of the other party's purpose and ability, and must take it seriously.

"The assassination was ordered by Frederick III. He asked me to prevent Victoria from falling into chaos again because of the Red Dragon. I fulfilled his wish. Because he is the hero I chose..."

"So you found us to correct the mistakes we made that year?" Abrana said with a bad face, still fresh in her memory of the painful experience on that snowy night. Ravshini, who was blocked behind her, clenched her staff with five fingers that turned white due to excessive force.

"That's not the case. Frederick III is dead. I have no obligation to continue to fulfill his wishes."

The unicorn girl shook her head and looked up and down at the two red dragon sisters with eyes as calm as water.

"I have reached a cooperation with the Demon King of Sarkaz. He chose you, and I proposed conditions to him in exchange. You can make a wish to me. No matter how big your ambition is, I will respond."

When Abrana heard the words "Sarkaz Demon King is cooperating with Unicorn", her expression became subtle.

The immortals of Victoria cooperated with the Demon King of the Sarkaz to help the leader of Tara's restoration to launch a war of resistance, which revealed weirdness everywhere.

"No matter how big...even if the flames of war ignite the whole of Victoria?" A hint of sarcasm appeared on Abrana's lips. She wanted to see what answer the "Protector of the Country" in the history book written by this noble scholar would give.

"That depends on how you define Victoria." The unicorn girl replied calmly. During the hundred years of Victoria, she had many identities, but they were all erased one by one.

She sees herself as a witness to Victoria, occasionally listening to the people's desires and meeting their needs. When she encounters a hero who deserves recognition, she is willing to help.

"In my eyes, Victoria's territory has never included Tara. Tara has always belonged to the people of Tara. Unicorn, what do you think?"

"Before the Victoria Empire was officially established, the Tara region was indeed an independent kingdom, and together with the Victoria Kingdom it was called the Victoria Empire. However, the Red Dragon Royal Family lost to the Aslan Royal Family in the civil war, and Tara became a political entity created by Victoria."

"Rights, honor, independence, freedom...everything you want to do for yourself and Tara requires a strong enough force as a foundation. If you want to make Tara independent, you can't do without my help."

The unicorn girl slowly told a piece of history hidden in the long river of time. Her attitude was neither supportive nor opposed. As usual, she just responded to the wishes of those who recognized her, and then witnessed them from behind as they walked out of a king's road intertwined with fire and blood.

"As a collaborator, what should I call you? Unicorn? Protector of the Country? Or fairy?" Abrana stretched out her hand to the unicorn girl, her fingertips painted dark purple and burning with a cold flame that had not yet been extinguished.

"Clovasia, my name."

The unicorn girl held Abrana's hand without a care in the world, the flames on it had no effect on her.

"Come on, Ravshini, meet our collaborator."

"Your sister's flame is stronger than yours."