Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 373 Kelsey's Request

"The evil demon king has returned. It's time for you to wake up, sleeping fairies and brave cat warriors..." Roy squatted in front of the sofa, brushed aside the messy hair on Muirseth's forehead, lowered his head and gently kissed it. He then turned to the other side and gently touched Narcissa's little face.

Muir Seth smacked his lips in his sleep, and crystal saliva flowed from the corners of his slightly open lips, making him look particularly cute.

In contrast, Narcissa slept peacefully, curled up with her stuffed bunny. Her furry ears twitched when Roy touched her face. Perhaps this was the way all insecure children behaved, hoping to protect themselves in this way.

"Hmm..." Muirseth turned over after being disturbed by Roy. She was still immersed in a beautiful dream and didn't want to wake up. A smile curled up at the corner of her mouth. I don't know what she dreamed about.

"Miumiu, wake up, you're drooling." Roy pinched her soft face with both hands and pulled it to both sides.

"Well, you're back..." Muirseth muttered, opened his sleepy eyes, and groped to grab Roy's hand.

"Well, are you hungry? Let's go out for dinner later." Roy helped the dazed Muirseth up and took a few tissues to wipe the saliva from the corners of her mouth.

"Hehe... I want to eat what you cook." Muirseth leaned in Roy's arms, rubbed against him like a spoiled child, and rubbed his scent onto his beloved.

"Okay, I still have half an hour until I get off work. You and Narcissa clean up and get ready while I finish the finishing touches. After get off work, we'll go to the supermarket to buy groceries."

Roy bent down and kissed Muirseth on the lips, then stood up and went to his desk. Muirseth touched the corner of his lips, a happy and sweet smile on his face, carefully savoring the touch he had just had.

"Sister Muirseth, what does Mr. Roy's behavior just now mean? You seem very happy..." Narcissa, who was originally sleeping soundly, woke up at some point and was looking at Muirseth with innocent and curious eyes.

"...Narcissa, when did you wake up?" Muirseth said, looking embarrassed, pretending to be busy tidying up her dress and hair. It was so embarrassing that the child had seen what was going on between adults.

Roy returned to his desk, picked up a sealed document bag and opened it.

The Rhodes Island logo is printed on the cover of the document, and the signature in the lower right corner is Kal'tsit.

"Why did Old Cat suddenly send the documents in her name? Usually they are signed under Rhodes Island or Doctor..." Roy was slightly surprised and quickly flipped through them.

"Rhodes Island's artificial intelligence system, PRTS, has experienced numerous abnormal errors. Automated equipment that relies on PRTS is frequently experiencing malfunctions. Kruthil has inspected it numerous times, but remains unable to resolve the issue."

"The treatment of the infected and the production of medicines have all been severely affected. If things continue to develop, the safety of the crew may be threatened. According to the information the doctor conveyed to me, she has awakened and may come to Terra at any time."

"We must relocate Rhodes Island's facilities and personnel in advance to prepare for the Creator's arrival. Rhodes Island's future development will also require more space..."

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Kal'tsit briefly explained the current predicament to Roy, and then made a request. Rhodes Island needed two landships to transfer the assets and facilities of the ship and further expand its scale.

"Precious... I believe we will meet again soon." Roy turned to the last page of the document, signed his name and stamped it.

Kal'tsit mentioned in her letter that she hoped to obtain two landships as soon as possible. However, Kazdel currently had no idle landships; they were essentially all used for commodity logistics and military defense. This left only one solution: to purchase landships from neighboring countries.

My magical clone was still mining at Rembilt, and I could use it to purchase mining landships from the local mining group in the name of the Rhodes Island procurement department. Any supporting documents needed would be directly approved by me.

Roy did it as soon as he thought of it. After putting the signed document back into the sealed bag, he gave orders to his clone who was mining underground at REM Billiton.

Roy had only two requirements for the land-based ships. One was that they should be in service for as little as five years as possible, and old and dilapidated ones were not acceptable. The other was that the ship's interior space should be large enough and its infrastructure should be complete, so that it would not require a lot of time to renovate.

The price of a landship that meets the requirements should not be low. The clone carries an astonishing amount of pure Originium, so buying two landships should not be too difficult. The important thing is where to find the right ships.

The finishing touches were completed ahead of schedule. Roy stood up, put on his coat, and took Narcissa's hand. Muirseth stepped forward, took Roy's arm, and smiled as he discussed with him what ingredients to buy later.

"What would Narcissa like to eat?"

"Braised scaly beast, scaly balls..." Narcissa counted on her little finger and listed a series of foods related to scaly beasts.

When she was in the Rocken tank, her diet was strictly controlled. After being rescued by Roy, no one would restrict her. She was free to say what she wanted to eat and do what she wanted.

"Okay, then let's buy some scaly beasts."

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"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

In the RimBitto wilderness, at a private mine, mining machinery ran for extended periods, emitting a deafening roar. The vibrations and noise traveled through the earth's strata, disturbing the Originium bugs living in the surrounding area.

Dozens of ragged miners, wearing rudimentary equipment, entered and exited the mine. They carried the ore extracted by the machines by hand and on their shoulders. Similar private mines are common in REM Billiton, where the family is the social unit.

The mine, jointly established by several large families, has complete safety facilities, large-scale mining, and high output, but the income is relatively fixed, just enough to cover daily expenses.

Private mines run by small families can minimize labor and production costs, sacrificing miners' health and production safety in exchange for higher profits.

These private mines are prone to frequent accidents. For miners, it's unclear which will come first: ore cracking or mine collapse. They live one day at a time.

"Everyone, work hard. After moving these few trucks of minerals, you can go home. Dinner will be stewed with carrots and pack animal meat and stir-fried green leafy vegetables..." A middle-aged uncle Carters wearing a miner's hat raised a loudspeaker and shouted into the deep mine.

Deep in the mines, a thin, ragged girl, leaning against the wall, hunched over, slowly walked toward the exit. The tattered canvas bag on her back, filled with hard, sharp ore, hurt her back with every step.

The rough shoulder straps rubbed her thin shoulders red, and beads of sweat streamed down her dusty face. The girl looked up at the faint light coming in from the exit and gritted her teeth.

The amount of ore transported determines whether you can fill your stomach tonight. It is too uncomfortable to sleep on an empty stomach.