Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Chapter 286 Nastia and the Tin Man

"Lady Ramalen, it's almost time for me to go back." Nastie Runorei, the lone banshee who returned to Kazdel from Columbia to attend the founding ceremony, took the initiative to bid farewell to Ramalen.

After this period of stay, Nastie had a preliminary understanding of Kazdel now. She was getting better, and the whole country, from top to bottom, was filled with a positive atmosphere.

Nasti chose to leave her homeland and travel around in order to change this country full of violence and conflict, so that her compatriots here could have a peaceful and stable life.

Now seeing the changes in Kazdel, the patriotic young man Nasti feels very happy.

However, she did not plan to resign from Rhine Life immediately and return to Kazdel to build the country. She believed that her ability was not enough and staying in Columbia would help her improve herself.

When the country needs her most, she will contribute her strength without hesitation.

Due to limited time, Nasti couldn't help feeling a little regretful that she couldn't return to Banshee Valley to reminisce with her family.

In order to explain her current situation, Nasti asked Lamaren to take the letters and photos back to the valley and give them to the sisters, and agreed to return to the valley to see them next time.

With the introduction of Ramalen, Nastie met Aifanil again.

When Aifanil was a child, Nastie picked him up and kissed his cheek.

So theoretically, she can also be considered as Aifanil's sister.

However, Aifanil is still the same as when he was a child, calm, wise, and usually taciturn.

In fact, when she is not around, Aifanil would drink, dine, and play stool drift racing with close friends.

However, in formal occasions and in front of his tribesmen, he was still a little restrained and couldn't move freely.

Maybe when he reaches Ramaleen's age, he won't care about these things anymore.

On the night they returned to Kazdel, Ramalen, Aifanil, and Nastie sat at the dining table. The atmosphere was eerily quiet.

As an elder, Lamaren took the initiative to bring up topics, liven up the atmosphere, and kept serving food to the two. Nasty couldn't stand Lamaren's enthusiasm, and the smile on her face froze.

Aifanil had long been accustomed to it and tried to reduce his presence and ate in silence.

"Do you have your staff with you? Let me see it..." Ramalen stretched out her right hand to Nasti with reluctance in her eyes.

"I left the staff I took from the valley at my residence in Columbia. This is what I use every day." Nasti took out a silver-white fountain pen from her coat pocket and handed it to Ramalen.

"So you like to use this style of staff now? The staffs made by the sisters in Mingming Valley are both beautiful and easy to use..." Lamaren took the pen closer to observe. The simple and plain lines did not quite match her aesthetic.

If some hollow dark gold patterns could be carved on it, it would be an extremely beautiful staff.

"No, Lady Ramalen. The staff is too precious, and I was worried that it would be damaged, so I kept it in a wooden box." Nasti heard the faint complaint in Ramalen's tone and hurriedly explained.

"Don't be nervous. I don't mean to blame you. The staff is just a tool. Use it when necessary. Since you usually use this staff, I will add some blessings to it. Just think of it as a farewell gift."

Lamaren raised her rosy lips and whispered a spell, and silver runes were imprinted on the pen.

"Well, if you meet a Sarkaz fellow who has reached the end of his life outside one day, you can use this pen to write an obituary for them." After returning the pen to Nasti, Ramalen opened her arms and hugged her gently.

"Don't make yourself too tired when you're out there working alone. If you get tired one day, the sisters in the valley are always there to welcome you back."

A warm and moist kiss was imprinted on Nastie's forehead. It was rumored that the kiss of a witch could bring luck to people. This was the farewell gift that Ramalen gave to Nastie.

......

At the other end of the city, in the former Soul Forge Square, the Tin Man sat on a rotten wooden bench, carrying a brown paper bag.

A headless suit of armor had already been waiting here, with dark smoke representing the identity of a dead soul flowing between the gaps in the armor.

"Elder, would you like to try it? I bought your portion..." The Tin Man opened the cowhide bag, and the freshly-roasted chestnuts were still emitting sweet hot steam.

"Well, I don't need it. You can share it with the children." The dead soul elder pointed to the children playing and fighting in the square and asked the Tin Man to share the roasted chestnuts with them.

"Okay." The Tin Man stood up and walked to the children. Under their curious eyes, he squatted down and took out a handful of chestnuts from the paper bag.

"Uncle accidentally bought an extra bag of roasted chestnuts. Do you want some?"

"think......"

“I want to eat…”

"Oh... so fragrant and hot..."

Although the Tin Man had a strange appearance, as a dead soul, he easily gained the trust of the children, who put their hands together and waited for the distribution of roasted chestnuts.

After distributing the chestnuts in the paper bag, the Tin Man returned to the Elder of Dead Souls amid the children's sincere gratitude.

"Elder, you have changed... You were not like this before." In the Tin Man's memory, the Dead Soul Elder was filled with hatred, anger and sorrow, instead of being peaceful, wise and kind as he is now.

"The hatred of our generation should not be passed on to the new generation of children. When they grow up and are willing to understand that period of history, they will make their own judgments."

After the dead souls left the Soul Forge, they lived their own lives, and their personalities and mental states improved.

Those dead souls who could not control their hatred and emotions were captured by the elders and educated.

The children are the future of Kazdel. I will protect them while I still have the strength in my old bones.

"When will you go back?" The dead soul suddenly asked after a moment of silence.

"It's almost time. I'm here with a few people. The travel date depends on their arrangements. What's the matter?" The Tin Man took out his pipe from his coat pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, and blew out smoke rings.

"There are a few noisy fellows who keep clamoring to go out and take a look. When you go back, take them with you and take care of them when you have time."

"Okay, it's a matter of course. I will do it beautifully for you." Faced with the elder's request, the tin man agreed immediately.

......

"Roy, I asked Sister Ling. She said Sister Shu has some free time lately and can arrange a meeting for you two."

Xi poked his head out from the scroll, wearing a loose shirt on his upper body. His old shoulders were very smooth, revealing half of his shoulders.

"Well, I still have some things to prepare. Let Ling take me into my dream at eleven o'clock tomorrow night."