Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 294 Angelina's Creation

Volsini, one of the many mobile cities of Syracuse.

It had been raining in Volsini for a week straight now, and every corner of the city's streets and alleys had been washed clean by the rain.

Deep in the intricate alleys of the old city, several family killers in suits were putting corpses that had turned bleached by rainwater into body bags.

They planned to temporarily store the bodies in the family's cold storage, and when a certain number had accumulated, they would transport them out of the city by truck for harmless disposal.

In recent months, as anti-ore disease drugs have continued to flow into the underground black market, the high profits and significant therapeutic effects have made all the major families jealous.

Each family wants to monopolize the medicine distribution route and dominate, which leads to increasingly fierce violent conflicts.

The killers moved quickly and quietly, and soon left from another exit of the alley with the body bags on their backs. The shop owners on the street were already accustomed to their strange behavior.

Through the canvas bag, the things inside looked quite intact. They were probably not puff pastry or a building block tower, but just an ordinary jackal corpse.

It rained heavily last night, and there were thunderous roars. Nothing is strange in the night. In Syracuse, death and darkness come on time every day, and sunny weather is rare.

"Boss, I want a bread with blueberry jam and a cup of hot latte..." A girl's energetic voice pulled the bakery owner, who was staring at the sky, back to his original position.

"Okay, you are always so punctual, Angelina. Sit down and wait for a moment, it will be ready soon." The boss moved skillfully, and soon the steaming latte and blueberry jam sandwiches were placed on the table.

"Is there any interesting news today? If so, give me a newspaper." There is usually not much business at this time in the morning. The boss wiped his hands with his apron, leaned on the counter and chatted with the girl who was enjoying breakfast.

"......I guess so. Madam Sicily has publicly called together the leaders of each family to discuss the collective purchase and distribution of anti-ore disease medicine. Uncle Baker, do you want a newspaper?"

"Have one, although I can roughly guess the result. Many years have passed, and Syracuse has always been like this, it has not changed..."

The bakery owner habitually complained about the poor social conditions in Syracuse and asked Angelina for a copy of today's newspaper.

"Okay." Angelina licked the blueberry jam on the corner of her mouth with her little tongue, bent down and took out a newspaper from the big bag on the ground.

Under the control of the anti-gravity spell, the thin newspaper swayed and floated towards the counter.

"Angelina's magic is getting more and more proficient. Before, she could only float halfway." The boss reached out to take the newspaper and gave a thumbs up in praise.

"Hehe, it's okay. There's still a long way to go before I reach my ultimate goal." Angelina scratched her head embarrassedly. She herself felt that the ultimate goal was set too high, but people always have to pursue something.

Ever since she saw Kazdel's aerial battleship on TV that day, Angelina had the idea of flying using anti-gravity magic.

Her current development of anti-gravity magic can only achieve gliding, not flying. Since warships weighing tens of thousands of tons can fly into the sky, then she can do it too.

"You have to pay attention to your health when practicing magic. How is your oripathy?"

The bakery owner unfolded the newspaper and converted the obscure news grammar into folk grammar, while at the same time showing concern for Angelina's health.

"I have been using the staff and I have no discomfort when casting spells, so it should be fine."

Angelina touched the Originium crystal growing on her thigh through her trousers, with a guilty smile on her face.

She felt that the crystals seemed to be expanding in size, accompanied by fever and tingling, but she hoped it was just a psychological effect.

"If possible, we still have to find a way to get a potion."

"I thought so too, but I can't buy it through regular channels, and it's too expensive to buy it on the black market..."

Faced with the sky-high price of medicine, even the positive and optimistic Angelina felt pressured and helpless.

"If only the Syracuse family had sent representatives to participate in the founding ceremony of Sarkaz, those countries that participated would have obtained the production technology of the potion..."

The bakery owner sighed helplessly and put down the newspaper.

"Uncle, I'm full, thank you for the treat. I'm leaving..." Angelina picked up her big bag, pushed the door open and left, leaving a few small-denomination banknotes on the table.

"Okay, pay attention to safety on the road."

......

In New Kazdale City, Arturo, who successfully joined Rhodes Island, specially invited Roy to visit the Lateran Church which she funded the renovation.

"If we want to pray, shouldn't we change into nun's clothes?" Roy followed Arturo's footsteps and walked into the bright church.

The statue of Sakota at the end of the church has a silver metal halo on its head, drooping eyebrows, and holding a guardian gun in its hand.

"I'm not a clergyman, so of course I don't need it. Could it be that His Highness Roy wants to see me wearing a nun's uniform, kneeling devoutly on the floor in front of the holy image and praying?"

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense..." Roy looked away to hide his embarrassment.

"Haha...I am willing to believe in your integrity." Arturo smiled and walked up to the statue.

Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and bow your head in prayer.

The bright sunlight shines through the glass of the church dome, illuminating the dark and broken wings and halo.

The Lord of the Sarkaz, in a church in a Sarkaz city, witnessed a lost Shakota praying to their holy icon.

Angels and demons are two sides of the same coin. The entire composition of the picture is filled with the impact brought by religious colors.

If there was a skilled painter who recorded this scene, it might be passed down for generations.

Arturo's lips trembled slightly as he whispered a prayer, hoping that the doubts in his heart could be resolved and asking for God's blessing for the upcoming journey.

Even though he had been away from the holy city of Lateran for many years, Arturo never abandoned his faith.

However, she had her own understanding of the Lord's teachings and was determined to embark on the path of liberating the spiritual bondage of the world.

It is hard to say that what Arturo did before was all bad. She did contribute to some misfortunes, but she also made up for the regrets of some people.

As the last words of the prayer were spoken, Arturo slowly opened his eyes.

The long-lost prayer reminded her of the time when she and her mother went to a small church in the suburbs to worship as a child.

After opening his eyes, the world became bright again, and Arturo felt that his heart seemed to be calmer.

"Please help me remove the spell cast on my body..." Arturo turned and looked at Roy. On his snow-white and slender neck, complex and dense black patterns were faintly visible.

"Of course, I always keep my promises..." Roy walked forward slowly and stretched out his fingertips to touch the soft skin.

As the pattern disappeared, the melody representing various emotions began to ring in Arturo's ears again.

"You seem a little reluctant?"

"It is true. Kazdel couldn't find a better performer than you..."

"I will write to you from time to time. I believe that with your ability, you can find me at any time."

"Then it's settled."

"It's a deal..."