Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 231 Taking a vacation is more tiring than not taking a vacation

"Alina, I..." Frost Star wanted to say something with red eyes, and pressed his broad palm on her thin shoulders.

"Little Yelena, don't worry. Leave the captain's matter to us." The shield guard who had been with the Patriot the longest took action to calm the white rabbit whose fur was almost standing on end.

"Then I want to go too. Mudstone, please tell me where you saw the old stubborn ones..." The shield guard's soothing effect was not great. The patriot was her closest relative.

"That Yelena...can you let me go first? My hands are a little cold." Mudstone shook his hands, and the newly condensed ice chips shattered and fell to the ground.

Frost Star was so excited that she cast a spell unconsciously, almost freezing Mudstone's palm into a lump of ice.

"Sorry, my spell is out of control. I have some frostbite medicine here..." Froststar reached into his pocket, first finding the chili-flavored candy, and then the frostbite medicine.

"No, I'm fine. My armor is still very cold-resistant." Mudstone pushed back the frostbite medicine that Froststar brought him and took her candy instead.

"If you keep going in this direction, you should be able to see footprints of Mr. Patriot and Tallulah." Mudstone peeled off the candy wrapper, put the candy into his mouth through the opening of his helmet, and took a few breaths of cool air.

"Don't worry, little Yelena. We will bring the captain and the leader back. You can stay in the camp and look after the house."

The old shield guard patted his chest and assured Frost Star. The other shield guard teammates were ready and stood in formation behind him.

"Hmm... I understand." Froststar also knew that the camp could not be left unattended. Dad and Tallulah were not there, and the Shield Squad had to go find them. She was the only one who had the strength to protect the Reunion Movement camp.

Oh, and there's a mudstone.

The shield team left the camp and disappeared into the vast snowfield.

The news of the leader and the patriot's accident soon spread throughout the camp. The atmosphere, which had been relaxed and lively due to the material support, gradually became heavy.

The young children didn't know what was happening and why the smiles on the adults' faces disappeared.

Alina suppressed her worry about Tallulah and gently called the children back into the warm and sheltered house. Froststar rubbed his face to sober himself up and organized the team members to patrol.

Mudstone stood there, watching the busy figures of his former companions, his eyes somewhat dazed under the helmet.

"Mudstone, it's almost time for us to go back." The low and hoarse voice of the Time Beast sounded in his ears. Mudstone responded in a low voice and left the camp.

"I can only help you up to this point. I hope that the future that Tallulah described can come true one day."

"Sister, aren't we going to keep that brother for a meal?" Snow Monster A looked at Mudstone's back as he left alone with a puzzled look on his face, then turned to Sister Froststar for an answer.

"No, she is no longer a member of the Reunion. She has a better life now, and there is no need for her to mix with us." Froststar shook her head, turned and walked towards the next sentry point.

“Mudstone, have a safe journey. I wish you a better life in Kazdel…” Froststar sent her blessings in her heart.

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The behemoth returned to Kazdel with Mudstone, and the Shield Squad brought Patriot and Tallulah back to the camp.

The two who returned concealed their experiences from others and simply said that they no longer had to worry about the infected patrol team.

The integration movement will then enter a stable development phase, but we still need to be wary of those with ulterior motives who are secretly causing trouble.

Alina saw that the fire in Tallulah's eyes was burning even brighter. She seemed to have broken free from some shackles and regained the confidence she had when they first met.

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"......Hiss, what annoying ants." The inner guard pulled out the magic spear that pierced through two bodies. The snow was already full of frozen corpses.

Intelligence spies continued to pour in from all over the snowfield, like hungry wolves smelling blood.

The inner guards left a few alive and killed all the others.

We can get no information from them, but we cannot let them take the information away alive.

Little did they know that the information had already been obtained by a certain god, and new variables had appeared in the originally planned future.

"......95, we can go now. We are about to return. Have you thought about how to write the mission report?" The voice of another internal guard came from the communication headset of the breathing mask.

"Can you help me write it? You know I'm not good at this." The internal guard code-named 95 picked up several people who were still alive on the ground and walked towards the camp.

"Of course not. Rules are rules. I don't want to be punished by writing a self-criticism."

"cut!"

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"Ah!!! The vacation is finally over. Why do I feel more tired during the vacation than without it?" Roy pounded his aching waist and looked back at Theresa and Ramalen who were walking side by side arm in arm.

"Your Highness may not be able to adapt to the environment of the valley. You should come here more often in the future." Ramalen smiled with her hands covering her mouth. Her complexion became more and more rosy and she no longer needed to wear a veil.

The sisters in the valley were very envious of this, but unfortunately they could only watch and not eat.

"Well, when the weather gets hot, I'll come here to escape the heat." Roy agreed casually. In fact, he had already begun to doubt the unusual experiences he had had during this period.

After all, every morning when I wake up, my body feels like I didn’t get enough sleep, and I have to make up for it in the afternoon. This has never happened before.

Theresa and Lamaren always brought her soups made from various strange herbs, saying they were good for the body.

Roy knew that the Black Crown had the function of recording the experiences of its holder, but he planned to check it out after returning to New Kazdale City.

To avoid seeing any stimulating scenes, it would be awkward to stay with the person involved.

Lamaren prepared a return gift for Roy and Theresa, a small car that recorded Lamaren's voice and memories. It could record what happened in Kazdel City and transmit it back to the valley regularly.

"With it, even if Elfanil doesn't return to the valley, I can know his situation. I wonder if he has found the girl he likes?"

"There probably isn't that child, but he's still young, so there's no need to worry too much." Theresa stroked Ramalen's hand and chuckled.

"That won't do. The responsibility of inheriting the banshee bloodline needs to be shouldered by him." Lamaren said in a serious and firm voice.

"......Lamalian, you still haven't responded?" Theresa leaned close to Lamaren's ear and asked in a low voice.

"It's not that easy. Maybe we'll have to do it a few more times..." Lamaren stuck out her tongue in a playful manner. Even she was a little addicted to such a joyful thing.

Especially in front of Theresa, watching her complex expression as she fluctuated, that feeling was so wonderful.