Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 225 Rippling Lake

"Long time no see, Lamaren. If I hadn't received the message you sent, I would have really forgotten about you." Roy came in front of Lamaren and froze as soon as he raised his hand because he didn't know what gift to use.

"Please don't worry about it. It's enough that you and Theresa can come." Lamaren noticed Roy's predicament and took the initiative to extend her hand to him. Her original intention was to let Roy simply shake hands and not worry about the red tape.

However, Roy obviously misunderstood her meaning. He bent down, gently took Lamaren's hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

This is a hand-kissing gesture often used in Western social occasions.

In response to Roy's unexpected move, Lamaren looked at Theresa and covered her mouth with her hands and giggled. Theresa immediately frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Since this is Your Highness Roy's first time in the valley, how about I take you on a tour? Does Theresa want to come?" Lamaren withdrew her hand and said to the two of them.

"Of course. I haven't been here for a long time. I also want to see what changes have taken place in the valley." Theresa did not refuse Lamaren's invitation. She took Roy's arm and followed Lamaren.

The group walked through the winding stone path in the forest, passed by the reeds where the banshees collected materials for building houses and ships, and followed the river bank to a small port inside the valley.

The fishing boats used by the banshees for fishing trips are basically docked here, and the large open space on the shore is the largest market in the valley.

Here are not only various goods made and sold by the banshees themselves, but also some novelties from the outside world.

Most of the demons in the market are women, and men are rarely seen. Even if there are some, they are handsome men wearing flowing robes and long hair. It is very easy to mistake them if you look at them from a distance.

No wonder Ai Faniel wore little skirts when he was a child. It was probably because there were no special clothes designed for men.

I heard that his first set of men's clothing was designed by Theresa. After he wore it back to the valley, he was disliked by Ramalen.

Although Theresa's design is good, the banshee still prefers gorgeous decorations and patterns.

The banshees at the market noticed that Lamaren had brought two guests, and they all looked over curiously. It had been a long time since any guests had visited the valley.

"Is that Her Highness Theresa? And Her Highness Roy!"

"Those two people are here to visit..."

The female demons who recognized the two men's identities surrounded them enthusiastically. Roy felt like Tang Monk entering the Kingdom of Women, being looked at from head to toe, over and over again.

If he wasn't careful, a few arms would reach out from the crowd and grope towards him.

Fortunately, they were stopped by Theresa and Ramalen, but Roy's clothes were still a little wrinkled.

"Okay, sisters, calm down. Your Highnesses are distinguished guests of the Valley, and we should observe etiquette."

Lamaren raised her hand and shouted loudly, and the restless crowd immediately calmed down a lot, but many people were still laughing in low voices.

It seems that she still has some prestige in the clan, but it may be because she has too good a relationship with her sisters on weekdays, so she can't be serious for a while.

"Sister is right. Let's prepare now. It's been a long time since we held a party to welcome guests..."

"I want to wear the skirt I just made. The pattern on it is so beautiful..."

"Really? I think mine looks better..."

The banshees came over excitedly, and then left excitedly. This confused Roy for a moment, as he could only vaguely hear the party.

"Lamaren, what happened at that party?" Roy, who was confused, chose to ask Lamaren directly, who knew the inside story.

"That is the tradition of our banshee clan. Theresa has also experienced it. It's very interesting. Your Highness Roy should look forward to it." Lamaren kept it a secret here, but judging from her slightly upturned lips, the party might not be as simple as she said.

"Since we have come to the river valley, we must try to see what it feels like to float on the river in a boat. Has Your Highness Roy ever been on a boat before?"

"I guess I've ridden one before..." Roy had never ridden one in Terra, but he had gone to the beach with his roommates during the summer vacation in college and experienced the feeling of riding on a fishing boat.

Except for the noisy engine, everything else is fine and the boat is quite stable.

No one knew what kind of magic the banshee's boat used, but it could move forward on its own without the need for oars. All one needed to do was steer the boat.

The bow of the boat broke through the calm river surface and drifted downstream. The cool and moist wind blew on the face, making people feel very comfortable.

Theresa walked out of the cabin, holding up her skirt, bent over, came to the bow, took off her shoes, and soaked her snow-white feet in the river water.

"Hmm... so cold..." Theresa only soaked in the water for a while, and couldn't stand the cold anymore, so she pulled her feet back and shook off the water droplets on them.

"The weather is still a little cool now. If it were midsummer, the river valley would be a good place to escape the heat." Lamaren also took off her high heels and stood barefoot on the unstable cabin deck. This was a wise choice.

"Ramaline no longer has to steer?"

"No, there's a big lake ahead. It's okay to let the boat drift around with the current."

Just as Ramalen said, the water ahead suddenly became clear, and a large lake with a calm surface appeared before our eyes.

The boat drifted into the center of the lake and slowly stopped. The surroundings became very quiet, with only the ripples caused by the breeze causing the boat to sway slightly.

Lamaren, who was free now, closed her legs, sat next to Theresa, took out her bone whistle from inside her dress and blew it.

"Woo woo..." The ethereal and melodious whistle spread across the lake, soothing Roy's relaxed spirit.

The moist and cool breeze blowing on his face, the calm lake surface, the slightly swaying boat, and the melodious whistle, all these made Roy feel a little sleepy.

My eyelids became heavier and heavier, and my consciousness became hazy. I only vaguely felt someone helping me into the cabin.

Another person thoughtfully laid a cushion on the deck, which was very comfortable to lie on, but I don’t know why he covered my eyes with a black veil.

Now it's even harder to see...

"Theresa, do you want to avoid me or stay?"

"I... I'd better stay. If there is any special situation, I can still help..." Theresa bit her lip and lowered the curtains at the front, back and sides of the cabin.

The small space became dim, with only a barely perceptible rustling sound.

As Roy fell into a deep sleep, ripples appeared on the originally calm lake surface, with the swaying boat in the center.

I don't know how long it took, but the ripples gradually subsided, but soon they appeared again, denser than before.