Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 219: Banshee Valley and Lamaren

In Kazdel, there is a river shrouded in mist, and silvery white waterfalls are embedded in the mountains. The mist raised by the surging river water is sprinkled on by the afterglow of the setting sun, covering the quiet river valley with a layer of romantic and hazy veil.

As a small boat made of reeds and wood floated on the calm river, the sirens living here rolled up the fishing nets they had woven by hand, with several fat, scaly fish hanging on them.

Other banshees carried baskets and went to the forest to pick berries and wild vegetables, which were essential for a pot of delicious fish soup.

Most of the banshees living in seclusion in the river valley are skillful and can make clothes, houses and daily tools by hand using existing materials.

Two hundred years ago, in the war to defend Kazdel, as one of the main forces participating in the war, the Banshees suffered heavy casualties and are still recuperating.

After Kazdel ended the civil war, Theresa re-promoted exchanges between the various royal courts and Kazdel, building roads, establishing trade relations, and providing medical support.

With the resumption of commercial trade, fabrics with special magic woven by the banshees can be sold at a high price in Kazdel City.

After all, which magician wouldn't be tempted by clothes that can enhance spellcasting power and clean themselves automatically?

As we all know, magicians are generally quite rich.

In the garden deep in the valley, Lamaren, wearing a black gauze dress and with a graceful figure, looked lazy, with her head supported by one hand, sitting at the round table in the center of the garden.

A pair of long, straight beautiful legs were crossed and raised under the skirt, with the exposed snow-white calves swaying back and forth.

The hollow high heels were hooked by the delicate and small toes, swinging back and forth, as if they would fall off in the next second.

The butterfly that originally rested on the flower bud was attracted by the subtle fragrance emanating from Ramallen and flew around her.

Her white fingers held the silver spoon and gently stirred the scented tea in the cup, while her rosy eyes looked out at the valley through her veil.

Since saying goodbye to Theresa and Roy and returning to Banshee Valley, Ramalen has begun to formulate a series of new systems for the valley, and most of the sisters are willing to support her.

Ramalen did not disappoint them. Life in the valley became much richer than before.

The emergence of anti-ore disease potions has saved the lives of many Banshees. However, even so, the population of the Banshees is still decreasing.

After all, the birth of Aifanil is a miracle that is difficult to replicate. The sisters are all looking forward to him revitalizing the race, but he doesn't seem to have this idea for the time being.

Some older sisters were quite dissatisfied with this. If it weren't for Ramalen stopping them, they would have forcibly called Aifanil back to the valley and given her a severe lesson.

A hundred years ago, a traveler who got lost and entered the valley brought the technology of creating human body from the Gallic Empire. The young Ramalen combined it with the witchcraft of banshee spells, and a pure-blooded male banshee was born from the ashes of death.

Sisters from all over the valley were blessing the birth of Aifanil. He had an outstanding talent in magic and was a very outstanding child.

Lamaren had boasted about her child to the Blood Demon Lord Dukare more than once, which made him unhappy every time, but he still admitted it reluctantly.

In fact, for a banshee, Ramalen was still relatively young. It was just that she had used magic excessively for a long time during the war, and later she had given her life force to the newly born Aifanir, so her body had begun to age.

In order to accompany Elfanil as she grows up in her most perfect appearance, Lamaren can only use magic to keep her appearance forever.

Ramalen originally thought that this was the end of her life, and that she would just be able to hold on until Aifanil got married and had children. However, she did not expect to meet Roy and the power of the Demon King.

The opponent's powerful vitality was shared with himself through the black crown, replenishing the vitality that had been lost before.

Lamaren still yearns for the exhilarating feeling of fulfillment she had at that time.

The ancient and pure blood of Tikaz may be able to save the declining banshee race.

“Don’t worry, Theresa… I’m just borrowing it…”

"Your Highness Roy, have you forgotten your promise to me? Are you really that busy?" Ramalen's plaintive murmur echoed in the empty garden.

The banshee's curse transformed into a black-feathered beast and disappeared into the sky.

......

"Your Highness Roy, I'm sorry to bother you. This is the new version of the law that is about to be implemented. Please take a look."

Aifanil, who had not appeared for a long time, came to Roy's office and put several very thick codes in his hands on the table. The height was even higher than the files piled on the desk.

"I collected a lot of opinions from the public, combined them with the current laws of various countries, and after everyone's discussion, I finally summarized these precious codes."

"Um... Aifanil, my understanding of the law is actually not as deep as yours. Why don't you ask Theresa for advice?" Roy looked embarrassed. His knowledge of the law was only superficial.

"Her Highness Theresa has already seen it, and she asked me to ask for your opinion. If you think it's okay, you can stamp it and approve the promotion." Aifanil explained respectfully.

"...I'm not good at law, but I just came up with some ideas that may be helpful in the implementation of the law." Roy picked up the Kazdel Criminal Code and flipped through it, stroking his chin.

"There are many psychological and soul-related spells in Sarkaz witchcraft, such as the power of the demon king, the unique rituals of the Whiplash, the banshee's curse, and the blood magic of the blood demon. These can penetrate the disguise of the criminal and directly obtain evidence and testimony."

"Compared to traditional interrogation methods, the use of witchcraft is more efficient and quicker. But this method is ultimately contrary to human ethics and needs to be used with caution." Roy closed the thick criminal code and said seriously.

"Yes, thank you for your teaching, Your Highness." Aifanil understood Roy's hidden meaning. This method can be used to deal with criminals who cannot be called human beings.

"When you first start to implement a law, there may be many problems, and you will need to modify it according to the actual situation. There is no absolutely perfect law in the world. Only continuous improvement can make it applicable to the ever-changing Kazdel."

Roy said to Aifaniel as he stamped the code.

"...Your Highness Roy, it is actually this document that needs to be stamped..." Aifanil smiled embarrassedly, then took out another document from his arms, which already had Theresa's seal on it.

"......" Roy was a little embarrassed and picked up the seal and stamped it.

"Well, no problem. Then I won't disturb Your Highness from his work..." Aifanil took the code and documents, bowed respectfully to Roy, and pushed the door open and left.

After Aifanil left, the black-feathered beast that had been circling outside the window for a long time flew in and landed on Roy's shoulder.

It was not until the banshee's curse was whispered in his ears that Roy remembered the agreement he had made with Ramalen.

"When you have time, come visit the valley."