Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 220: Immortals Are Countless

"Oh no, I really forgot..." After Roy received the message from Ramalen from the valley, he recalled the agreement he made with her before she left Kazdel.

"The Banshee Valley? It seems that Alphanil hasn't been back for a long time. But he probably doesn't have time, after all, he is responsible for the newly introduced laws."

"I wonder if Theresa is interested in joining us. She hasn't had a rest in a long time. If we just need to review documents, the clone should be able to handle it for a few days."

Thinking of this, Roy created another clone, stood up and gave up his office chair to handle the work on his behalf.

He himself sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, brewing tea and sipping it carefully while observing the work of his clone.

"Well, it seems that I still need to practice, just like training artificial intelligence." After more than ten minutes of observation, Roy found that it was feasible to use the clone to handle official business.

At least it would allow Theresa and I to temporarily put down our work and take a short vacation.

"Let's go discuss it with Theresa tonight. Anyway, we can use space magic to travel back and forth between the valley and Kazdel City. It won't take much time."

In order to have a peaceful vacation later, Roy worked with his clone to review all the documents that had piled up on his desk due to his poor performance.

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After get off work, Roy immediately came to Theresa's residence. She had just returned home from get off work, changed into loose home clothes, and was using a hair tie to tie her long white hair into a single ponytail.

"Is Theresa ready to cook?" Roy hugged Theresa's slender waist from behind and took a deep breath of the familiar scent of her hair.

"Yes, do you want to help?" Theresa put her hand on Roy's arm, turned her head to look at him and asked with a smile.

"Leave the cooking to me. Theresa, help me cut the vegetables." Roy kissed Theresa on the cheek, loosened his arms, and reached out to take down the apron hanging on the kitchen wall.

"Then I'll leave it to my great chef..." Theresa smiled gently and helped Roy tie the ties on the back of his apron.

With the close cooperation of the two, a simple set of three dishes and a soup were soon served on the table.

After eating and drinking, Theresa was held in Roy's arms. Her long pink and white hair, which was originally tied into a single ponytail, was untied, and the soft hair slipped through her fingers.

The polished amber straight double horns serve as convenient handles for Roy.

Roy mentioned to Theresa in his arms that he wanted to go to Banshee Valley with her for vacation. Her originally soft and warm body tensed up slightly for a few seconds.

"Hey! Should I go too? But I still have a lot of work to deal with..." Theresa twisted her body and said with difficulty.

"It's okay, I can come and help you, Theresa, don't you want to take a rest? I want to go out for a walk with you..." Roy hugged Theresa tightly and blew hot air next to her pointed ears.

“Well… okay, I’ll go too…” Theresa’s ears were one of her weaknesses, and her body softened after just a few breaths of hot air.

"Then tomorrow, I'll be your assistant." Seeing that Theresa agreed, Roy let go of her red ears and started playing with her white and soft hands.

"Okay..." Theresa lowered her head and silently apologized to Roy in her heart.

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In the early spring in Kazdel, two moons hung high in the night sky. The moonlight was as gentle as water, like a silver veil draped over Theresa's peaceful sleeping face.

Roy, who was sleeping in the same bed next to Theresa, had a slightly frown on his face and a complicated expression, and it was obvious that he did not sleep well.

Because Roy was caught off guard and was dragged into a dream by Ling's free-roaming ability. His consciousness walked on the stone steps filled with thick fog, and the pavilion on the top of the peak was looming.

Four figures sat around a stone table. One held a wine jug, pouring wine into a white jade cup. Another held a delicate bronze gadget, throwing and catching it. Another had a floating canvas in front of him, with ink splashing across it.

The last person was as steady as a mountain, sitting upright on a stone bench, occasionally taking a sip from his wine glass.

If the Yan country poets saw this, they might exclaim: "The immortals are lined up like hemp."

"Brother, you're here. We haven't gotten together for a long time." Nian held the wine glass and moved closer to his brother.

"Nian, mind your behavior. Guests will be coming later." The eldest brother pushed away Nian's arm on his shoulder and lectured him seriously.

"Oh, Roy wouldn't care about these things. Sometimes he is even more casual than me." Rejected by his elder brother, Nian curled his lips indifferently and moved closer to his younger sister.

"Haha, you are idle and unruly all day long, but you actually found a good place to go." Xi looked up at Nian, complained and didn't want to pay any more attention to her.

"Sister Xi, if you can go out more often, don't hide in those scrolls all day. As your sister, I can help you introduce some good things."

Nian casually produced a fan, unfolded it and fanned himself.

"Hmph! I'm tired of all things in this world. With a wave of my pen, spring, summer, autumn and winter are just a thought away. Why should I personally enter the world and walk through it?" Xi continued to pick up his pen and write, outlining the mountains and rivers beneath his feet.

"Are you unwilling or afraid? Aren't you hiding and afraid to see people just to avoid those annoying old masters of Yan Country?" Nian ruthlessly exposed Xi's lies.

"Nian! You..." Xi immediately became anxious, and the ink dripped uncontrollably onto the blank area of the canvas, spreading out a large area.

"Okay, stop arguing, the guests are here. Mr. Roy, what kind of wine would you like to drink?" Ling stopped the two people who were arguing and turned to look at Roy who walked out of the thick fog.

"There are strong Liedaozi, weaker rice wine, and my own Taohua wine."

"......Mi wine, I have never been able to drink well, if I get drunk I'll mess things up." Roy sat opposite his eldest brother, with Xi putting away his painting tools on his left and Ling pouring him a glass of wine on his right.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you get drunk. After all, we are in a dream, and everything will disappear when we wake up." Ling poured a full glass of rice wine for Roy and sat down.

"Mr. Roy, I'm sorry to suddenly pull you into Ling's dream. My name is Shuo, the eldest brother of Nian and Xi, Ling."

"You've met Linghe Nian. This is Xi, the youngest sister in the family." The eldest brother stood up and introduced Xi's identity to Roy.

"Hello, I'm Xi. I'm a great painter, and I'm not accepting submissions at the moment." Xi's face was calm, her tone was cold, and her red eyes were covered by her inky long hair.

"Hello, Miss Xi, Nian told me about you."

"That's what she said about me."

"Uh...it's not convenient to talk about it here. Let's talk about it later when there is a chance." Roy couldn't say that Nian planned to introduce Xi to him as his wife.

"Okay, I understand." Seeing Roy's reaction, Xi Mingian must have said bad things about him behind his back.

"Mr. Roy, I was told last year that you have the ability to foresee the future and you know a lot about us, but we know very little about you, which is not right after all."

"With your abilities, it should be easy to gather information about me."

"It will be inconvenient to act under the surveillance of Yan State Si Sui Tai, and the identity you represent in Da Yan is somewhat sensitive."

"I'm very interested in Mr. Roy's past. I wonder if you could tell me something about it." The eldest brother raised his glass and drank the wine in the glass.

Year and evening made the three of them turn their heads and look over, waiting for Roy's response.