Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 232: A Yao and the Great Painter Xi

Roy returned to Kazdel City from Banshee Valley. The moment he lay down on the sofa in the office, he suddenly felt that being a corporate slave was much better than taking a vacation because he could still slack off occasionally.

But there was one thing that made Roy feel a little strange. How could the usually messy blanket be folded so neatly?

Looking at his clone who was still working hard, Roy covered himself with a blanket with peace of mind, closed his eyes and read the information recorded in the Black Crown.

The enchanting and hazy singing of a banshee came from the thick fog, shattering Roy's consciousness and sending him into a warm ocean.

The images recorded by the Black Crown were very clear; even the tears in Lamaren's eyes and the dissatisfaction on Theresa's face were clearly visible.

Roy had thought that Lamaren might do this to him, but he didn't expect that Theresa was there at the time.

"Okay, okay... It turns out that I was tricked by Ramalen into working as a laborer in the valley. Theresa should have known about this a long time ago. They are indeed sisters with deep affection, and they teamed up to plot against me."

Roy was outraged when he learned the truth, and he re-read the records with a critical attitude to make sure he didn't miss any details.

After making sure that no details were missed, Roy deleted the record completely, then turned over and went to sleep.

I have developed a habit of taking naps recently, and I feel sleepy at a certain time.

The original body is sleeping while the clone is working, which is very reasonable.

"Huff, huff, huff..." Soon, steady breathing sounds were heard from the mummy wrapped in a blanket, and the only sounds in the office were the clone's flipping through documents and stamping and correcting them.

At this moment, a thick and short fleshy leg stretched out from the blank scroll on the wall, followed by a strange creature with ink flowing from the corner of its mouth.

It stuck out its big round head to check the situation, and when it found nothing unusual, it waved back.

It seemed quite clever, but unfortunately it stepped on empty air the next second, and the whole creature fell to the ground, rolling several times.

"Waaga! Waaga! Waaga..." His short and thick limbs scratched the air randomly and he was unable to turn over no matter how hard he tried.

"Ah... why did I draw a useless thing like you." A sigh filled with helplessness came from the scroll. Xi, wearing a cheongsam, slowly walked out of the scroll, bent down and reached out to help Ah Yao turn over.

"Wow! Wow..." A Yao happily hugged Xi's calf and rubbed it, then looked up at Xi, blinking his big watery eyes.

It means to help the master get painting supplies.

"Forget it. You don't need to carry it today, so as to avoid getting ink everywhere." Although Xi's words implied a refusal, he did not mean to blame A Yao.

"Let's go further out of town today. We're tired of the scenery nearby." Xi lowered his head and said to A Yao. Before leaving, he glanced at the blanket on the sofa to see if it had been messed up by A Yao.

The last time I took it out, A Yao, who had just arrived in the new environment, was a little naughty, and there were traces of A Yao's saliva on the blanket.

Fortunately, the blanket was originally dark in color, and the ink was also created by Xi's magic, so no trouble was caused.

"Huh? Why is there someone covered with a blanket? Is that person back?" Xi moved closer and saw Roy wrapping himself like a mummy.

"What an indecent sleeping posture." Xi complained in his heart out of habit and turned to leave. A Yao followed Xi obediently.

"Wait..." Xi, who was still thinking about where to go for field research, suddenly had an interesting idea.

The corners of his mouth curled up quietly, a brush dipped in ink appeared in his hand, and a blank scroll floated in front of him.

The brushstrokes were smooth and flowing, and a painting vividly depicting Roy's sleeping posture was hung back on the wall by Xi.

"Not bad. Although the composition is not elegant, the artistic conception is profound and it can barely be considered a mid-level work." After appreciating his own work, Xi went out to collect materials with satisfaction, and A Yao followed him.

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"Waaaa! Waaaa! Waaaa..." Roy felt someone was trying to snatch his quilt in his sleep, and strange noises kept coming from his ears.

"How dare you disturb my sleep? Don't you know that I have a bad temper when I wake up?" Roy jumped up from the bed, searching for his target with red eyes.

"Waaa! Waaa..." A strange cry came from below. Roy looked down and saw Ah Yao, with ink flowing from the corners of his mouth, pulling the blanket.

"So it's you, Ayao." Roy picked up Ayao easily and rubbed its soft belly with his big hands.

"Hmm...it feels really good. It must be very comfortable to use as a pillow." Roy grabbed Ah Yao and was about to lie down on him. Ah Yao was frightened so much that his cries became more and more rapid, and finally turned into a ball of ink and returned to his master's feet.

The short hands hugged the snow-white calves for comfort.

"You're back, Mr. Roy." Xi took A Yao and sat opposite Roy. His red eyes were hidden by his hair and his tail was neatly hidden behind his back.

“Are you used to Kazdel? The scenery here can’t compare to the vast and rich Da Yan.” Roy folded the crumpled blanket and put it back in place.

"The magnificent scenery is indeed not as good as Dayan, but fortunately there are no annoying court officials to disturb me, and I can have a rare quiet time." Xi turned her head to look at the window. The unfamiliar city scenery gave her a wonderful sense of novelty.

"That's true. After all, what you did in Kazdel has not been discovered by Simu Tai yet." Roy smiled and shook his head, poured a cup of hot water from the thermos, threw a few tea leaves into it casually, and covered it with the lid.

"Would you like some tea?" Roy asked, picking up the thermos.

"I'll do it myself." Xi's movements in making tea were much more graceful and she would take small sips each time.

"If Si Suitai comes to your house one day, what are you going to do?"

"If you come to my place, you have to follow my rules. If you find them annoying, just don't let them see you."

"Then I'll stay here for a while. After Sui Xiang's issue is resolved, I'll find a new place to go." Xi stood up and bowed to Roy, thanking him for his help.

"If you think Kazdel is good, you can continue to stay here."

"Okay..." Xi's body turned into a wisp of green smoke and penetrated into the scroll hanging on the wall.

Opposite the sleeping man in the painting, the great painter Xi sits, drinking tea and painting.

"No, why did it paint me sleeping?" Roy then realized that the originally blank scroll had changed. He reached out to touch the scroll, and the picture disappeared and reorganized.

In the end, it becomes a scene of Xi and the man sitting opposite each other, drinking tea, talking and laughing.

"That's right, don't you think, great painter?" Roy said to Xi who lived in the painting.

"Whether it's a shape or not, it doesn't matter. Just practice more." Xi responded to Roy by using a phrase that his eldest brother often said.