Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 244: Trading and Relocation of Tribe Land

"Didn't Roy say he had something to announce? Why hasn't he come yet?" Ducare crossed his arms and said impatiently.

"Don't be anxious, Ducare. You are not in a hurry anyway, so it doesn't matter if you wait a little longer." Lamaren supported her head with one hand and played with the bone pen with the other hand. The white and smooth pen rotated flexibly under her fingertips.

"Well, hosting the founding ceremony is a busy affair, so it's inevitable that some time will be wasted." Old man Niecile floated in the air, talking in a low voice with a group of shapeshifters nearby.

Seeing that even Neczrei had started a retirement life of teaching and educating people, the shapeshifter cluster suddenly had an idea to find a position in the academy.

The main course is the History of Terra's Millennium War.

The elder of dead souls sat quietly at the end of the long table. The shapeshifter cluster had just revealed to it that a dead soul had returned to Kazdel.

The elder also used his magic to sense the dead soul. It was the coward who had no will for revenge that he had let go in the crater.

The lich Fremont was also present, but everyone could see that it was his magical clone. His real body was keeping an eye on the evil demon to prevent it from causing any serious trouble.

After being persuaded by Ramalen, Ducare took a deep breath and decided to be patient and wait.

While several former lords of the royal court were chatting leisurely, Roy and Theresa walked in side by side, followed by a somewhat nervous Doctor and a sullen-faced Kal'tsit.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Roy arranged for the Doctor and Kal'tsit to sit next to Theresa, while he stood to preside over the meeting.

"Your Highness, is there something important that needs to be announced to us who have retreated to the rear?" Niezrei was a little surprised to see Roy and Theresa bringing two outsiders, so he asked first.

"Theresa and I have discussed this. We plan to trade the production technology of this generation of anti-ore disease medicine. Let's take this opportunity to reach an agreement with various countries."

Roy's words were shocking, and they instantly silenced everyone present.

This is how he likes to hold meetings: get straight to the point, straight to the point, without any preparation.

"..."

"Have you discussed this with other members of the parliament?" Ramalen stopped writing with the bone pen, and her originally gentle and relaxed expression became extremely serious.

"Several other members of parliament have reached a preliminary consensus and agreed to the deal." Theresa answered the question for Roy.

"The elders and shapeshifters are here today. What are your opinions on this matter?" Theresa asked the shapeshifters and dead soul elders at the end of the long table.

"I will not answer until I fully understand the situation." The elder said slowly after a moment of silence.

"We agree." The Shapeshifters raised their hands to show their support.

"Haha... Why? Are you under the threat and pressure of that country? Roy, you actually gave in to them? Aren't you going to kill them directly in their capital?"

Ducare slammed his palm on the table, and several cracks appeared instantly. The heavy air began to be filled with the smell of blood.

His handsome face was as calm as water. Out of trust in Roy, Ducare was waiting for him to give a reasonable explanation.

The others also turned their eyes to Roy and Theresa, waiting for answers.

"We were indeed under pressure, but I didn't care. They came to rob us if they had the guts. There were also spies who sneaked into the city and tried to steal the production technology of the potion, but they were all dealt with by Ascalon."

"I decided to trade the potion for Kazdel. Now all the countries in Terra are salivating over our anti-ore sickness potion, especially those countries with more serious problems with the infected."

"It is impossible for the newly started Kazdel to swallow up the huge infected market. Our overall strength is too backward. Even if we have powerful weapons and individuals, we cannot quickly develop the entire country to the average level."

"So what are you going to trade the potion for?" Frémont learned from the information sent by his clone that the matter was of great importance, and immediately projected his consciousness over.

"Infrastructure construction, industrial technology sharing, corporate investment in factory construction, commodity trade import and export agreements, international relations... all of these are possible. We can exchange whatever Kazdel lacks with them."

"Kazdel has what this land wants. We need to rely on the power of various countries to quickly grow ourselves. After all..." Roy said silently, turning to look at the Doctor and Kal'tsit beside him.

"No one can tell which will come first, the disaster sweeping the earth or the arrogant Creator."

"After all, we already have a second-generation anti-ore sickness drug that is more effective and has a more advanced manufacturing process. Let me introduce the two people who developed the two generations of drugs, the doctor and Ms. Kal'tsit."

The Doctor and Kelsey stood up and waved to everyone present. Kelsey was used to Roy calling her "Ms.", which showed respect and indicated that she was not young anymore.

"Of course, the development of the second-generation drug cannot be done without the help of Rhine Life Sciences, but considering that this is our internal meeting, we did not invite their director."

"I didn't expect that the person who developed the anti-ore sickness potion was so young. He also upgraded the potion to the second generation in such a short time. He is really young and capable."

Fremont was never stingy in praising the outstanding ones, and he always praised his students whenever they deserved praise.

Young, promising... The Doctor smiled awkwardly when he heard these two words, while Kal'tsit took it with a normal expression.

Compared to the age of this land, my mere ten thousand years of experience is indeed considered young.

"Since we already have the second-generation anti-ore sickness potion, it is really worthwhile to trade the old technology for what Kazdel currently needs."

Roy's answer silenced the former Lords of the Royal Court who were Kazdel priority advocates.

In fact, compared to the former Lord of the Royal Court, Roy is the real Kazdel-firstist.

What left? I am the leftist. Those old guys don’t know where the right is.

"Okay, we've finished talking about the anti-ore sickness potion. Next up is the scourge defense belt around Kazdel. Neczrei already knows about it, but I haven't told you yet."

"The construction of the defense belt is now more than halfway complete. The Blood Demon Clan's territory is relatively close to the defense belt and may be affected. Dukalei, do you plan to move your clan's territory? I can help you."

"What is that? The Blood King Court will not leave the land where they have taken root for thousands of years. Relocating the clan's land is impossible."

Although Dukare had no idea what the disaster defense zone around Kazdel that Roy mentioned was, he had a rough idea.

"I respect your traditions. So, you draw an area on the map, and I will separate the area and move it to the location you want."

As he spoke, Roy reached into his arms, took out a map and handed it to Dukare.

While Ducare was defining the area, Roy briefly introduced the concept of the Kazdel Scourge Defense Zone to everyone.