Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 391 The Messenger of Nations, the Pope's Decision

"They told me to rest, but that was a lie. I'm so tired." In the office, Roy rubbed his aching waist while adding herbs to the thermos and then poured in freshly boiled hot water.

A strong smell of medicine rose up and rushed into the nasal cavity.

Recalling last night's conversation with Theresa, she had suggested that it was getting late and time to rest. Roy didn't think much about it and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, but was pushed back to the bed by a force.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you wanted to take a rest?" Roy struggled symbolically, but Theresa was firm in her attitude and would not allow him to refuse.

"Yes, you don't have to move, just lie down and leave it to me." Theresa clamped Roy's wrist with one hand, pressed her whole body on him, with a sly smile on her face, as if her conspiracy had succeeded.

"You...alright." With Theresa's words, Roy had no choice but to give up. Since she wanted to be the Demon King Knight, then let her go. He just hoped she wouldn't beg for mercy halfway.

However, subsequent developments far exceeded Roy's expectations. Theresa had somehow mastered the spell of clone, instantly creating two selves, and they engaged Roy in a relentless battle.

The three of them were in tune with each other and cooperated well. Not surprisingly, Roy was defeated and raised his hands in surrender.

As the landlord, Roy has lost many games in a row, and his face is covered with all kinds of funny stickers, which should be used by Theresa to reward the children.

"It seems that I have to find that girl Nian to practice more with in the future. She has never lost in playing Landlord." Roy secretly made up his mind to improve his Landlord skills.

Theresa clapped her hands with satisfaction, collected the cards scattered on the bed one by one, and helped Roy tear off the stickers on his face with a smile.

"Okay, turn off the lights and go to bed."

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"Your Highness, there are three Laterans who claim to be messengers of all nations downstairs and want to meet with you." Just as Roy was holding the thermos cup and recalling the humiliating defeat last night, the lich assistant knocked on the door and came in to report the situation.

"The International Messenger, the International Conference...are they actually starting preparations now?" Roy blew on his cup of Chinese herbal tea, took a sip, nodded gently, and said, "Please invite them in."

"Okay." The lich assistant closed the door and left quickly.

Not long after, there was another knock on the office door.

"Come in." Roy simply covered the cup, sat up straight, cleaned himself up and spoke.

The three who entered were still the classic blue, red, and white team: the fallen angel Mostima, her guardian Fiammetta, and the ruthless robot Federico.

"Greetings, Mastema, the Messenger of Nations, greets you. It is a great honor to meet you again, the King who rules over Kazdel."

Mastema put on a polite and respectful smile, placed her right hand on her left shoulder, and bowed slightly.

"Fiammetta, the messenger of all nations..."

"Federico Giallo, the Courier of Nations...

“Greetings!”

The two people following behind bowed to Roy at the same time

"Please take a seat, everyone." Roy stood up and motioned the three of them to sit on the sofa in the reception area, then he sat down opposite them.

"Ms. Mostima, long time no see. I didn't expect you three to be representing Lateran on a diplomatic mission to Kazdel again."

"The Pope believes we have experience, so he has once again appointed us to take charge of this important task."

"I see. I wonder if Pope Evangelista XI of the Lateran suddenly dispatched messengers from all nations to Kazdel. Is this because the Universal Conference has made some new progress?"

There were other plans in the morning, so Roy got straight to the point and got straight to the point of the meeting.

"Well, this is a handwritten letter from the Pope to you. Please take a look." Mostima took out the silver box from his bag quickly and neatly, put the three keys together, and opened the lock.

The content of the letter was similar to the previous one. Pope Lateran hoped to convene a universal conference, using Lateran as a bridge to unite the nations of Terra and jointly fight against future disasters.

Last time, Roy suggested that Kazdel would only consider joining the framework of the Universal Conference when Lateran allowed the Sarkaz to enter the Holy City freely.

Evangelista XI actually agreed, but only during the period of the International Conference.

There is a long history of hatred and conflict between Sakota and the Sarkaz. Allowing the Sarkaz to freely enter and exit the pure holy city is already a huge breakthrough.

The Pope, who made the decision, encountered extremely great resistance. I wonder if there was any instruction from the Lateran host.

Roy tapped the table with his fingertips, thought for a moment, and then spoke slowly.

"I have sensed the Pope's sincerity. I can accept Lateran's invitation on behalf of Kazdel."

"On the day the Universal Conference convenes, Kazdel will send official personnel to the Holy City."

Facing an unknown disaster, unity is the only way. Since Lateran has already made a start, let's go and see.

"Thank you very much for your decision. I believe that Kazdel's joining will definitely bring unexpected changes to the World Conference. I look forward to seeing the Sarkaz freely enter and exit the Holy City during the World Conference."

The meeting went better than expected, and Mostima extended her hand with a smile.

"Well, congratulations on the successful holding of the International Conference." Roy smiled back and gently shook the hand in front of him.

The fallen angel's halo flickered rapidly several times, like a short-circuited fluorescent tube. Mastema was momentarily stunned, but quickly recovered.

"I will convey your congratulations to His Holiness the Pope. Since you have made your decision, we will not disturb your work. Next, we will visit Her Highness Theresa. With that, I bid you farewell."

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The three-person International Messenger team left, leaving Mostima alone to handle the entire conversation. Her abilities were truly exceptional. By comparison, Fiammetta and Federico were more suited to combat and pursuit.

After seeing off the three-person team, Roy turned on the smart terminal and connected to Longmen's intercity network, wanting to see if anything major had happened recently that would cause the International Conference to be held ahead of schedule.

Kazdel and Lungmen are not too far apart, and with the help of the anti-disaster towers built along the rail transit line, the coverage of Lungmen's intercity network can be expanded to Kazdel.

"In the southern part of Sargon, near the Foehn Hot Land, an unprecedented gale struck. The resulting super-large sandstorm, mixed with Originium dust, affected nearly half of the Sargon primeval jungle..."

"Unusual Originium activity has occurred in the northern Ursus mines, forcing the closure of several large mines. Ursus officials have yet to provide a clear explanation..."

"A small riot broke out in Trilinterme, the political center of Leithania. Official forces responded quickly and arrested most of the people involved. Those who escaped are being pursued at full speed..."

"It's really not peaceful..."