Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 226 The Whisper of the Great Banshee in the Ear

A breeze blew through the reeds, lifting and lowering the curtains that covered the cabin. The swaying boat had returned to its original calm, with only the sound of light, short breathing.

Theresa was the first to open the curtain and walk out. On her swan-like slender neck, crystal beads of sweat slid down her pink skin, and her neatly tied pink hair was a little messy.

Following Theresa was Lamaren, who put on her veil again to cover her face, as if nothing had happened.

But from the veil that was blown by the wind from time to time, one could vaguely see that on her originally fair neck, a few red marks had appeared, probably from mosquito bites.

After all, the boat is located in a place with lush aquatic plants, so it is normal to have mosquitoes.

The wind blowing from the lake rushed into the cabin, taking away the turbid and stuffy air inside.

Ramalen walked to the stern holding the handrail on the boat, steered the boat around, and returned along the same route.

Theresa leaned close to Lamaren's ear and whispered tentatively, "How was it? Was it successful?"

"It's not that easy...We need to do it a few more times to be sure..." Lamaren shook her head. She was not sure about this matter.

"Why come again? We are here for vacation..." Theresa grumbled dissatisfiedly and sat down next to Ramalen.

"You don't have to help. For you, this is a vacation, right? It's just that Your Highness Roy will have to work hard..." Ramaleen's charming and moist eyes under her veil looked at Roy who was still sleeping.

"That's true, but..."

"Theresa...you said you would help me. Aren't we good sisters?" Lamaren hugged Theresa's arm and stuck to her, acting coquettishly.

"You...ah...I understand." Theresa sighed deeply. Having a sister like this was a blessing in her life.

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"Well... I seem to have had a dream, a wonderful dream..." Roy, confused, woke up from a neat and soft big bed, covering his head. The magnificent sunset in the sky shone in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Where am I?" Roy put on the slippers beside the bed and opened the door.

An exquisite and beautiful garden came into view. Theresa and Ramalen sat at a round table, chatting and laughing with each other while gazing at the dark river valley.

In the center of the valley, fires illuminated the surrounding houses as the banshees prepared for a party after nightfall.

"Roy, you're awake." Theresa was the first to notice Roy approaching, and turned around to ask with concern.

"Well, how did I fall asleep? I slept for so long."

"Maybe you're under too much pressure from your work. I just played a relaxing song for you, and you fell asleep." Lamaren took out her bone whistle and explained.

"So that's how it is..." Roy didn't expect that he was slacking off at work all day. The pressure was too great. It seems that he needs to pay more attention to the practice of slacking off in the future.

"The sisters are preparing for the party, so it's time for us to start preparing too." Lamaren took Theresa's hand and stood up and walked towards the room.

"Roy, don't we still have some gifts that haven't been given away? They can be used now." Theresa turned back and reminded before entering the door.

"Oh, yes... This is a small gift prepared by Theresa and I for your first visit to the valley." After Theresa's reminder, Roy quickly took out the exquisitely packaged box from the small space and handed it to Ramalen with both hands.

When she opened the box, she found a pair of exquisite amethyst high heels inside, which perfectly matched La Marlene's mysterious and noble temperament.

"Oh, Your Highness, you gave me such a precious gift, I hope Theresa won't have any objection..." Ever since Ramalen successfully got the meat, she has become more and more free in front of Theresa.

"Haha... I've already received better gifts, so of course I don't care about these. Stop dawdling and change your clothes quickly. If Roy wants to change, he may have to wait outside for a while."

Theresa's face was gloomy as she pushed Lamaren into the room, then she smiled and said to Roy.

"What happened to them? Didn't they have a good relationship before?" Roy was confused for a moment and could only wait outside for them to come out.

I thought it would take them a long time to change their clothes, but before we had even looked at all the flowers in the garden, they walked out side by side.

Theresa and Ramalen were dressed similarly, so the moment Roy saw them, he had the illusion that they were really sisters.

But in fact, if you look closely, the horns on Theresa's head are completely different from Ramalen's, and the hair color is also different, but you can still tell them apart if you are careful.

But at the welcome party prepared by the banshees, there were banshees similar to Ramalen everywhere, some of them were even wearing veils, making it impossible to tell them apart.

In the noisy and crowded crowd, Roy could only rely on Theresa's iconic straight horns and Lamaren's amethyst high heels to find them.

Fortunately, the goddess of luck favored Roy, and he successfully found the two people by the bonfire at the party venue.

During the approach, Roy couldn't remember how many people had touched him. Fortunately, most of the banshees were just teasing and playing around, and didn't go too far.

After wiping off any lipstick marks that might have remained on his face with his sleeve, Roy came between Theresa and Ramalen.

To punish Roy for being late, Theresa and Lamaren gave him a lot of fruit wine and then dragged him to dance around the fire.

Some of the banshees sang loudly to accompany the music, while others held the hands of their good sisters and danced gracefully in the venue, coordinating with each other very well.

At this time, Roy was drunk and could no longer see who was dancing with him. He could only rely on his remaining instincts to barely keep up with the other person's rhythm to avoid stepping on each other's feet.

"Who is it... Theresa?" Roy shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his mind.

"You guessed wrong, it's me, Your Highness Roy..." The soft red lips with a hint of coolness pressed against his, and the only thing left in his ears was the enchanting whisper of the witch.

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"Well... I drank too much last night. I've been told that my alcohol tolerance is not good anymore." Roy woke up again on the tidy big bed, with clean clothes neatly folded on the bedside table.

The fresh floral scent on the clothes relieved the headache caused by the hangover. Roy had just changed his clothes when Theresa came in with a bowl of steaming shrimp porridge.

"It's rare that Theresa got up before me."

"You were drunk last night. I simply wiped your body for you. Come and have breakfast."

"Wait a minute, I'll go wash up first."