Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 251 Preparations before the Banquet

Jesse, the representative of the Casimir Chamber of Commerce, walked out of the building where Roy's office was located with a smile on his face and a briefcase in hand, as if the cooperation business of the mineral disease potion had been settled.

In a tavern on the street, a strong Ursus man wearing a beret and a military green coat was holding a beer glass in his hand, but he was reluctant to drink it.

Under the brim of his hat, his iron-gray eyes kept an eye on the people constantly coming in and out of the office building. He didn't finish the little beer left in his glass until the representative of the Chamber of Commerce left.

The owner of the tavern was also an Ursus. Most of the alcohol sold in the store was brewed by him, and the strength was sufficient. Only a few were purchased low-alcohol beers to entertain guests who were not very good at drinking.

But the strange behavior of the customers in the store today left the knowledgeable store owner puzzled.

Everyone had a serious expression, only ate snacks and didn't drink much. An invisible sense of oppression hung around them.

The strangest thing was that their eyes were intentionally or unintentionally fixed on the office building across the street, as if they were monitoring something.

The boss waved to the shop assistant and whispered to him to find the guards. Because of the founding ceremony recently, many strangers came to the city, and they all looked difficult to deal with.

The Ursus strong man looked back and saw the Yan people, Colombians, and Victorians.

Well, people from several countries are here, really a gathering of talented people.

It seems that everyone wants to collect as much information as possible before the opening ceremony so that their country's delegation can take more initiative.

Not only the official intelligence from Kazdel, but also the intelligence from other delegations.

Not long after the guy went out, he came back jogging. Following behind him was a self-moving silver armor, with black smoke leaking from the joints of its fingers from time to time.

"Boss, give me a glass of Night Rose with some lemon." The dead soul who was wandering around the neighborhood happened to meet the shop assistant who asked for help. After understanding the situation, he decided to come over to take a look.

"Here it is, please enjoy!" The boss skillfully prepared the wine the dead soul wanted quickly.

"Boss, the tavern business is pretty good today." The dead soul sat down at the empty table opposite the burly man from Ursus and said while slowly shaking the cup in his hand.

"Haha... There are a lot of new people coming recently, so business is indeed better." The boss wiped the cleaned wine glasses with a dry rag and looked at several men behaving strangely in the pub.

"Oh, that's right. After all, the founding ceremony is about to begin, and some people will be anxious..." The dead soul picked up the wine glass and poured it directly into its mouth, not knowing whether it could taste it.

"..." The tavern fell into a brief silence and no one spoke.

"Boss, let's settle the bill. No need to give me the change." The Ursus burly man stood up first, paid for a few Longmen coins, and walked out of the tavern.

Seeing that the people from Ursus had chosen to leave, the people from the other countries did not stay any longer and paid their bills and left.

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"Mr. Speaker, the people from the Casimir Business Federation seem to have reached a cooperation with the Kazdel officials in advance." The Ursus strong man returned to Witt and reported the surveillance situation.

"Okay, I understand." Speaker Witte, who was sitting on the sofa, nodded and waved his hand to let the strong man leave.

"Colonel Ivan, how many people do you think are lying in ambush around here?" Witt looked towards the dark corner of the room, and a man with a saber on his waist raised his head.

“No matter how many there are, we will clean them all up after tonight.” The man named Ivan showed a dangerous smile, and the knife scar across his cheek looked particularly hideous.

"This is not Ursus after all, so don't make too much noise. There's a banquet tonight, bring a few people and follow me."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." Colonel Ivan nodded and left in a swift and decisive manner.

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Rhine Life Landship Muirseth took out two new sets of clothes from the closet and showed them to Saria.

"Sareya, which dress do you think looks better?"

"The one on the right is more suitable for a banquet." Saria looked at it for a moment and pointed to the dress on Muerses' right hand.

"Hehe, I think this one is good too, so let's wear it." Muerseth followed the advice given by Saria and prepared to go into the locker room to change clothes.

"By the way, doesn't Saria need to change clothes? I remember you also received an invitation." Muerseth asked puzzledly.

"No, I'll just wear this one. You know, skirts and the like are not suitable for me." Saria is currently wearing the standard black pants and white shirt. When she goes to the banquet, she can wear a white suit.

"I think Saria should change her style occasionally so that she can show her charm." After solving his own major life event, Muirseth began to care about Saria and gave her all kinds of advice as a person with experience.

"Improving my charm doesn't improve my work efficiency. Let's talk about it later." Faced with Muirseth's enthusiastic concern, Saria shook her head helplessly, thinking that love is indeed a magical thing.

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Victoria Mission Residence

The Duke of Windermere gave his saber equipment to his adjutant for safekeeping. Guests entering the banquet hall were of course not allowed to carry weapons with them, but the guards and entourage in the side hall were allowed to carry weapons and staffs.

Victorian nobles often held banquets of all sizes to maintain relationships with each other and expand their social circles. Although the Duke of Windermere was not an expert in this area, he was considered experienced.

The Duke of Windermere, who took off his military uniform and put on a dress uniform, lost some of his military sharpness and ferocity, and instead looked noble and elegant.

"Let's go, boys. Be alert and don't let those Sarkaz make a fool of themselves." Duke Windermere patted the shoulders of his guards one by one.

The Victoria delegation arrived at the entrance of the venue by car and happened to meet people from Yan Country and Casimir.

The three parties smiled and nodded, then entered the venue one after another.

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"Roy, help me zip up the back, I can't reach it." Theresa pressed the clothes on her chest to prevent them from falling, and turned to Roy for help.

"Okay, is it that the dress doesn't fit? You were able to reach it before..." Roy stepped forward to help Theresa zip up the back of her dress.

"No, I just want you to help me, is that not okay?" Theresa stuck out her tongue with a playful smile on her face.

"Of course, my highness, I'm honored." Roy took Theresa's hand and kissed the back of her slender hand.

"Wow, Miss Theresa is so beautiful." The neatly dressed doctor walked into the locker room holding Amiya's hand.

When the little rabbit saw Theresa in a dress, she couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Amiya is the same, just like a little princess." Theresa reached out and touched Amiya's little head.

The rabbit was very happy to receive the praise. He squinted his eyes and enjoyed it, his long rabbit ears trembling.

When Roy saw the doctor's outfit today, his heart suddenly panicked.

Damn it, Doc. You look nine points like her, and you made me so flustered.

A white long-sleeved sweater, a short-sleeved white coat, black trousers, white sneakers, and the most iconic headband.

This is enough to make Kal'tsit so stressed out that she's about to explode. I'm looking forward to seeing her reaction.