Chapter 744: The Road Never Thought

The newspapers and radios of the Cecilians are a very interesting thing. There are always various news from far away. When Bertila was still a human being, she was interested in these two new things. And when she became a plant, she became more interested in these two things.

After all, as a plant, she has lost the ability to travel far away.

And in order to meet Thorin's not excessive requirements, the Cecilians stationed here showed appropriate goodwill: they would bring the latest newspapers and magazines, and Margarita even ordered A magic net terminal was placed next to the tree trunk, allowing Bertila to control and watch by himself.

Bertila learned the name Norris in the agriculture section of a newspaper and on a lewd show.

This is indeed a big man, the head of the empire, and is said to be one of the founders of Cecil's legacy.

Although he is just an ordinary person without extraordinary abilities.

Bertila couldn't help but looked at Norris seriously again, she sensed that the old man in front of her might not be as old as she thought at first.

He's just aging too early.

She has seen a lot of this kind of old and weak appearance - the pioneering era, rushing out of the wasteland, many ancestors who struggled to survive in the wasteland were like this, and in the later kingdom era, the poor who still struggled to survive Still the same.

She saw so many stories from Norris in an instant that she couldn't help being a little surprised, but her dull face did not show this weak psychological fluctuation, she just asked curiously One: "Are you here to find me?"

"I'll take a look at the 'Miracle of Thorin', which is said to maintain the vitality of spring here," Norris nodded slowly, "I see, it's really incredible... You have almost completely healed this area."

"Are you trying to rebuild the cities and villages in the Eastern Plains?" Bertila asked curiously.

"you can see?"

"I can see a little bit," Bertila said. "From the highest point of my tree canopy, I can vaguely see the mudflats on the edge of the pine forest valley, where the smoke has recently risen, and I can also see the standing crystals. tower."

Norris nodded: "That is the Pinewood Valley Camp. They are restoring the logging and mining farms there to prepare for the Red Maple Reconstruction Camp next year."

"You must be doing it very hard...I know,

It's winter outside," Bertila said slowly, "why do you have to do this in winter? You can wait for the snow to melt in late spring - you can hide in the warm southern cities for now. "

"After a winter, the hungry jackals will completely occupy the wasteland. By late spring, we have to spend time building camps, repairing houses and digging water sources. Every time we miss an opportunity to cultivate, we may miss an additional season of food. , some people may starve to death," Norris said calmly, "the southern border is not rich in food, and the food raised by many parties in the western border is only enough for us to support until next year's harvest season, those areas that lack food... Can people survive? Come down, it may really only be a mouthful of rice."

After a few seconds, Bertila said softly: "...You don't want to starve a person to death, do you?"

"No one should starve to death," Norris said.

"But there will certainly be people who will starve to death, at least this winter, at least until the food-producing areas of the Plains of the Holy Spirit recover..."

"Perhaps, but that's not a reason," Norris shook his head. "I'm the Minister of Agriculture, and the task given to me by His Majesty is for me to feed as many Cecilians as I can—to eat, yes. Civil rights, beyond that, are not something I have to consider."

A gust of wind blew from afar, with a little coolness. Although the coolness was mild compared to the cold winter wind outside, it still made Norris cough a few times.

There was a clattering sound from the canopy of the Thorin Giant Tree, and the cool breeze stopped abruptly.

"Thank you...Is this your power?" Norris felt the relief of his body. He was no longer the ignorant farmer he used to be. He could guess the extraordinary power contained in it. "I feel a lot better."

"It's just a little trick, don't worry about it."

Norris was silent for a moment, and suddenly waved to the people who followed him: "You guys go to rest first, I want to stay here for a while."

A young official stepped forward subconsciously: "Minister, you..."

"I'm in good shape," Norris said to the young man with a smile. "I want to talk to this lady a little longer."

"……Yes."

The entourage left.

Under the Thorin tree, there is only an old agriculture minister and a former pioneer who has witnessed seven centuries of ups and downs.

"Your health is not optimistic, Mr. Norris," Bertila broke the silence first. "As a mortal, your time is coming."

Norris smiled and shook his head: "...I know, but it really doesn't feel good to hear someone say it so directly."

"Sorry, I haven't tried a soft way of speaking for a long time," Bertila said. "So do you hope my power can help you prolong your life?"

"I know a fairly good Druid... Although he has some problems with his character, he is very good. He said that aging is the destiny of most mortals, even the magic before the fall of Bai Xing, It is difficult to reverse this pattern.”

"...He's right, then it seems that you didn't seek me for your health," Bertila looked into Norris's eyes, "Then you really just came to see what the Thorin giant tree looks like? "

"I want to see what things here can have an effect on our reconstruction work," Norris smiled, "especially the food issue... After all, the best Druids of the empire are gathered here, and there is a plant called The Thorin Tree of the 'Wonder of Nature'."

Bertila thought for a while, and suddenly there was a rustling sound in the nearby bushes, and a small gray beast ran out from it, holding a red fruit the size of a fist in his arms.

Bertiera bent down, took the fruit from the little beast, and handed it to Norris in front of him: "This is the fruit I bore. According to the humans here, it tastes good and is very filling."

Norris took the fruit in surprise, looked at it carefully, and asked, "How much fruit can you... bear?"

"Probably enough to feed a medium-sized town. And if you don't mind the taste and mild toxicity, the leaves can be eaten in a short period of time, and it can feed two or three times the population, but please don't pick too much at one time - I still need to do more Photosynthesis."

"...We have more than one town to eat," Norris shook his head, "but these fruits should really solve some problems."

"If I want to solve the problem of food shortage in the entire plains, I'm afraid I can't do it," Bertila shook his head, "Even if I pump more heat up from the ground and turn the open space around Solimburg into a It’s probably not enough to become a fertile land.”

Norris pondered and asked again: "Can the miracle of the Thorin Giant Tree be replicated?"

"...I'm afraid not. There are very complicated factors in the formation of the Thorin Giant Tree, which requires the power of gods, the life of a large number of high-level Druids, the magic power accumulated over a long period of time, and the luck that cannot be counted. Even so, I still I don't fully understand how this transformation happened. Mr. Norris, there will be no second Thorin tree, at least I don't know how to reproduce this process."

Norris sighed deeply: "Sigh, I should have thought so too. The food problems of countless ordinary people really cannot be hoped for in a miracle that cannot be replicated."

Bertila listened to the other party's words, and suddenly repeated softly: "Is it a miracle that cannot be replicated..."

"Yeah, tens of thousands of ordinary people need food, and the empire needs a large grain-producing area. What we need is a solution that can be replicated, promoted, and used in most places, not a miracle, otherwise..." Norris said, looking at the red fruit in his hand, he shook his head with a wry smile, "Otherwise it would be the cake on the table of the nobles."

"Cake on the noble table?"

"Delicious, but only for a few people," Norris shook his head, "and most people will starve to death outside the castle."

Bertila fell silent suddenly.

The wind blew through the canopy of Thorin's giant tree, making a rattling sound among the branches.

After a few seconds, she broke the silence: "We never thought about this path..."

Norris did not catch: "What road?"

"No, it's nothing," Bertila shook her head, "I just suddenly remembered one thing, not long ago, I once arrogantly scolded a young man for never looking down at those humble people, now Think about it...it's kind of ridiculous."

After a pause, she said again, "Mr. Norris, if the only help I can provide here is these fruits, what are your plans?"

"Plan? Of course, continue to rebuild this land," Norris said with a smile, "We will rebuild those main areas on the east bank of Gorgon and around Red Maple, and we will need to rebuild important forest farms, mines, and water sources. We will measure inch by inch and rebuild it foot by foot. Sooner or later, this place will come back to life, and as long as people are still there, there is always hope.”

Bertila didn't speak, she was silent for a long time, staring at the old man who was about to reach the end in front of her.

But what she really saw was the people behind the old man.

Those who are setting up camp in the icy and snowy plains of the Holy Spirit to prepare for the next year's cultivation; those who are trekking on deserted roads, transporting supplies for reconstruction projects; those who are negotiating with neighboring countries on the borders of the empire to solve the problem of food Notch the hardworking people.

One percent of extraordinary people, ninety-nine percent of ordinary people.

These ordinary people intend to achieve a miracle that even extraordinary people think impossible.

She closed her eyes, but she could only close the eyes of this mimetic body. The perception of the Thorin Giant Tree was still open, allowing her to see the entire Thorin area and perceive herself clearly.

There is almost a giant tree the size of a town, towering to the canopy close to the clouds, a powerful natural force field, and unimaginable extraordinary power.

What a great miracle will be done by the end of all things, a miracle that can even make any extraordinary person in history tremble, can be painted in a scroll and hung in the king's castle, and can be sung a thousand times by bards year.

The fruit of this "miracle" could not even feed a tenth of the population of the Plains of the Holy Spirit.

Great job shit.

Bertila opened his eyes.

"I'm a druid." She looked at Norris and said suddenly, as if at a loss.

Norris didn't understand for a while: "Huh?"

"It's nothing, I just remembered my identity," Bertila smiled, and the smile was no different from a human being. "Perhaps, it's time to do something that the first-generation pioneers should do."

Yeah, Blazers, she almost forgot she was still a Blazer.

She has also experienced that kind of difficult time. When she rushed out of the wasteland, everyone was in a savage wasteland, lacking clothing, food, medicine, and isolation. When you go to plough the land, dig stones from the mountains for plows, and build houses.

The hungry people walk on the road, and one will fall down when they walk. The king led his army to defend the border. Before the war was over, he died on the high ground. An unknown plague broke out in the pioneering area. She led the druids in the school. , relying on his own vitality to surpass ordinary people, and trying to find out the medicine with his life... Isn't that day coming?

The pioneers at that time had no "miracles" to count on.

She seemed to understand a little bit about the intention of the "outlander" to keep herself.

"Mr. Norris, I wish you all the best," Bertila said. "As for this... I will work with the druids here to find a way. In fact, they were trying to breed more suitable for cold regions before this. Seeds, it just didn't progress for a while."

She has knowledge accumulated over hundreds of years, some from the sect of the Holy Spirit, some from the Church of the Dead.

There are still remnants of culture sacs underground here. Those culture sacs were used to create terrible monsters, but if used properly, they can also be used for the right purpose.

Cecil didn't know how to use those dangerous things, but she did.

She has wasted too much time. Although she wants to live like a plant and no longer recall those dark and crazy pasts, she can't waste all her time on photosynthesis.

Norris' eyes brightened a little. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he seemed to feel that the lady in front of him, who had lacked energy just a moment ago, suddenly became high-spirited.

Anyway, that's a good thing.

"Thank you for your help," he said sincerely, "this is a great blessing for countless people, and even countless generations."

Bertila smiled and nodded: "Don't forget to bring my fruit when you leave - I can still provide the rations needed for a medium-sized town."