Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 383: The Demon King

Roy, returning to the main ship of Rhodes Island, immediately sought out Klothir and learned about the current status of the PRTS system. Information transmitted via mail always had a certain lag.

In response to Roy's question, Kalciel spread her hands and said helplessly that she, a 42-star operator and a genius Blood Demon engineer, could do nothing about PRTS.

He also complained about the Riddler behavior of Doctor and Kal'tsit. They knew the reason but refused to say anything, completely isolating themselves.

Roy could only pat Klushier on the shoulder, express his sympathy and comfort, and then he joined the Riddler's ranks.

There's no way, there are some things that it's better for her not to know too much.

"By the way, Doctor and Kel'tsit have been arguing a lot lately. Do you have any way to persuade them?"

An operator from the Engineering Department came over with a list to ask for instructions from Kolsil. Before she followed the operator away, she turned back and mentioned it.

"Okay, I got it. I'll talk to them later." Roy waved his hand to signal Klushier to go about her business, then turned and left her chief engineer's office.

......

"Why is Kal'tsit arguing with the Doctor? Is she in need of love? How dare she breathe on her Creator... I haven't been to Rhodes Island in a while. I wonder how much taller Amiya has grown this time?"

Roy left Klushier's office and walked alone in the familiar yet unfamiliar corridor, thinking quickly about various problems in his mind.

The issues between the Doctor and Kal'tsit, judging by Kal'tsit's account, might be complicated. Unable to come up with an answer for now, my thoughts gradually drifted to Amiya.

I want to Rua Amiya's bunny ears. It's been a long time since I last Rua...

Every time I see Amiya, she grows a lot taller and her bunny ears feel different.

Muirseth measured Narcissa's height a few days ago and found that she was a full ten centimeters taller than when she first came to Kazdel.

But that is the height when the cat ears are erect. If you don't count the cat ears, he has grown five centimeters taller.

As for weight, Muirseth picked up the kitten and weighed it, and he knew it was quite a bit heavier. Actually, weight isn't that important for children, as long as they're not overweight or underweight.

"I wonder if Amiya's height includes her rabbit ears or not." Roy rubbed his chin and muttered to himself.

On this issue, some professional scholars have had a fierce conflict. One side believes that the ear is part of the body and should be counted in the calculation of height.

Other scholars believe that some races lack the long animal ears of the Carteres, and that this calculation method is too unfair to them.

Roy personally supports the second view, because if animal ears can be counted, then tails and horns should also be counted. How should those races without animal ears, horns and tails be counted?

There is someone who meets the above conditions right in front of me.

Black-haired Sakta, carrying a long musical instrument case, walked gracefully past Roy. Before disappearing around the corner of the corridor, she winked at him meaningfully.

"What does she mean?" Roy could never figure out Arturo's thoughts. She was like a mirror. You could see yourself in her, but you couldn't see the real her through the mirror.

In fact, she herself didn't know what her true self was like, so she began to search for her own melody and play it through the cello.

In order to understand what Arturo wanted to express, Roy followed the distant figure and went up to the upper deck of Rhodes Island.

The sunlight outside was quite strong, and Roy subconsciously squinted to adjust to the glare. When he focused his vision again, Arturo had inexplicably disappeared from his sight.

There was no trace left on the deck, as if she had never been there.

Confused, Roy turned around and glanced around, only to find the missing black-haired Sakota. She was standing quietly behind him, observing him with interest.

After being discovered, Arturo's lips curled up slightly, a smile that came from the depths of his heart. Roy couldn't help but recall the day in the Lateran Basilica, when the black-haired Sakota bowed his head in prayer before the holy image.

At that time, Arturo had the same smile on his calm and holy face.

"Long time no see, Arturo."

"When you meet someone again after a long separation, you always feel a surge of excitement from the heart. Even I can't avoid it."

Arturo made an elegant greeting, with a hint of barely perceptible excitement hidden in his eyes.

"Just now in the corridor, you winked at me. Is there something wrong?"

"Really? Maybe you saw it wrongly. I just passed by that corridor on my way to the deck. Perhaps at that moment, you resonated with my melody."

"Melody resonance... maybe."

Seeing the wicked smile on Arturo's face, Roy didn't choose to believe her. This woman always followed her own whims, without any moral standards.

You need to be careful when judging what comes out of her mouth, and don't be fooled by bad women.

"How's the progress of your song?" His eyes swept across the cello in Arturo's hand, and finally returned to her face.

"That piece is still unfinished. The inspiration for it only came recently. I can sense some unique melodies in you that might be able to be incorporated into it."

"Would you allow me to come closer so I can hear the melody more clearly? If you like, I can also play it."

Arturo took the cello from its case and prepared to play, seeming certain that Roy would agree to her request.

"What do you want to do?"

"Please turn around and leave the rest to me." Arturo smiled slightly, stepped closer, and placed the cello bow in Roy's hand.

"I..." Roy was about to say that he couldn't play the violin when a slender index finger wrapped in a black glove lightly touched his lips.

"Don't be nervous, just leave everything to me..." The warm breath with a faint scent of iris felt a little itchy on the neck.

The black-haired Sakota came up from behind, resting his chin on the shoulder of the Sarkaz Demon King, and slowly pulled the bow in the Demon King's hand to touch the cello strings.

"Buzz!" The passionate and loud sound of the piano sounded, and the melody of the Sarkaz Demon King and the black-haired Sakota resonated and merged into one.

......

The stormy performance ended, and she could hear the black-haired Sakta's rapid breathing. Playing for two was a big challenge for her.

"What's the name of this piece?"

"The Demon King."