Chapter 862 New Seedlings

From the fertile woodlands to the valley corridors, from Boulder City to Solimburg, from the Gorgon River to the mountains and passes of the entrance to the east, the land that was once burned by the fire and frozen for a winter by the cold is rapidly recovering.

The warm wind from the southern regions swept across the vast fields of Sorin, swaying the green saplings in the fields and rolling the flags that fluttered on the walls of Solinburg, with the emblem of Cecil in gold on a blue background. ups and downs.

A young officer in a black and blue coat walked briskly along the semi-open connecting corridor that spanned between the city wall and the fort, through the newly restored passage, through the brand-new main fort. The arch, passing through the 234-year-old inner fort cloister, finally knocked gently on the wooden door of the Command Office of the Construction Corps.

After getting a response, the young officer pushed open the door.

Margarita, dressed in a knight's uniform, with a refreshing ponytail and a valiant temperament, was sitting behind the desk. She raised her head and looked at the subordinate who appeared in front of her: "Is there something to report?"

"Yes, sir," the young officer gave a neat military salute and said meticulously, "I have received a communication from the Boulder City, the Red Maple City and the Abundant Woodland, and the magic web hub devices required for the second phase of the project have been successfully activated. The backbone of the network in the eastern plains has taken shape."

Margarita nodded: "How is the situation in the main hub of Thorin?"

"The main hub of Thorin is in good condition, and all the data are in line with expectations. Ms. Bertiera also provided a very detailed observation report on the central crystal array, which has been recognized by the expert team, and the relevant information will be sorted out for you. Take a look."

"Huh..." Margarita sighed softly, "Our long-term efforts are finally in vain... It's a step closer to His Majesty's national network plan."

"Except for the southern border that has already completed construction, we seem to be the region with the fastest progress," the young subordinate said with a hint of pride, "We are building in ruins, but it is much faster than other places - secondly It's the west bank. Then there's the west and east. It is said that the north has only begun to prepare for the second phase of the project..."

"This is because the Empire has given us more than half of its engineering power and countless human and material resources," Margarita glanced at her subordinate and shook her head, "and it is precisely because the east coast is a reconstruction area that we can progress So fast - the construction corps is based on the reconstruction of the camp, while setting up the camp and advancing the magic web hub, and there is a convenient 'infrastructure' like the Thorin giant tree, these conditions are not available in other regions."

"...you're right."

"Stop talking about that," Margarita waved her hand, "The backbone network is just the first step, and it's the easiest step. It's not difficult to connect major cities into a network.

The difficulty is that there are countless towns and even villages around the city, and these are all in His Majesty's plan and must be completed.

"While waiting for the progress of other regional projects, we still have a lot of things to do. Go and prepare for a meeting tomorrow morning..."

The young subordinate left, and Margarita let out a light breath. After calming down a little, she got up, left the desk, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window next to her.

Recovering Solimborg is bathing in the bright midday sun, and its residents are busy making a living in a city block that is gradually being rehabilitated.

A group of merchants from the east are loading and unloading goods on the square under the castle. They have brought the most popular sugar and spices here, and are preparing to transport the local specialty "Sorlin fruit" to a distant place.

A cheerful sound of music was coming from another corner of the square: Artists from the north entered the city today, dancers in colorful costumes were spinning and dancing on the temporary stage set up, and two young people were busy on the edge of the stage, using magic terminals to create The mist and flying snowflakes added a stunning effect to the original stage and dance.

Even if there are magic net broadcasts and newspaper ghosts in this world, some traditional entertainment still has room for their existence, especially in relatively remote and closed or special conditions, the limited magic net facilities cannot meet the needs of everyone, Bards and traveling entertainers are as popular as ever.

And these people who are active in the new era are also using their own ways to contact and explore this rapidly changing world, adapt, learn, and strive to survive.

It's getting more and more lively here every day.

The female knight from the southern Kant region sighed, but couldn't help showing a smile on her face.

Born and raised in a small place, she is a "knight from the country", and she never imagined that she would one day stand here and have the identity she is today. The position of commander of the Thorin Construction Corps was an unimaginable position for her deceased father - the old-fashioned old man who had guarded the farm for the Kant family all his life, and even as a knight, his knowledge may not be comparable to this era. An ordinary citizen of , but at this moment Margarita's mind suddenly appeared in the words of her father once said to herself:

"Margarita, good things don't always happen in this world - a lot of times, there may be more bad things, but as long as the sun rises tomorrow, we might as well look forward to the future, like the commoners Looking forward to the same harvest the following year.”

The female knight's eyes crossed the city and the city wall. In the condescending castle, the extraordinary vision allowed her to clearly see the green waves undulating in the wind on the farmland outside the city.

Seeds bred by the Druid Institute and Ms. Bertiera are thriving in this land, with higher survival rates, higher cold and wind resistance, and said to be higher yields - Mara Greta did not understand farming, but she knew what those undulating waves represented, and that was the hope of the whole plain for a whole year.

The empire used the food raised by various parties to exchange the reconstruction area for the opportunity to last until the next harvest season, and the builders of the construction corps and each reconstruction battalion did not waste this opportunity. With the aid of soil purification agents, the reconstruction area has exceeded the amount The spring ploughing plan made at the beginning has been completed - now that summer has arrived, hope is surging in the wheat fields.

Every day, soldiers patrolled the villages and towns, and Margarita ordered the establishment of sentries in all the grain-producing areas. The heavily armed soldiers and militiamen guarded those fields day and night like dragons guarding treasures, and anything— Neither a bandit who is about to be wiped out nor a wild beast destroying a field can touch a grain of grain.

That's what my father did when he guarded the farm for the Kant family. Although some people teased that he would become a knight with a pitchfork sooner or later, his father never let any bandits or beasts destroy the farm under his protection in his life.

"In the end, I'm still 'inheriting the family business'," the female knight from Kant suddenly smiled and muttered to herself, the waves of the distant wheat fields reflected in her eyes, "It should be a good harvest..."

...

There should be a good harvest this year.

Squatting on the edge of a field, a young Council Office official with a dark complexion, strong hands and feet, and short brown hair carefully pulled out a bunch of wheat. He observed the health of the plant, and then placed it in a special crystal. Inside the glass tube, he nodded slightly.

Several other people were busy beside him, some were collecting soil samples, some were recording and statistical data, and some were using alchemy to conduct field tests on the land and plants.

"It's doing well," the young council officer with short brown hair told those next to him. "The seeds look good."

"The No. 2 wheat seed used in the western district is said to be in poor condition - not too bad, but not up to expectations at all," another council official shook his head. The follow-up of the seeds has all met expectations and the production plan will not be affected."

"The purification of the soil is the most successful part, and all the purification plans have been overdone," the person in charge of collecting the soil samples stood up and said with a hint of emotion, "I didn't expect that the alchemy factory in Saint-Sunil finally came into being. The biggest effect is to fill in the gap of purification medicine..."

"At first, the nobles of the old capital built a lot of factories through the 'New Deal Reform', but soon after, most of them were abandoned due to various reasons. However, although the factories were abandoned, at least the equipment inside were all good things purchased from the southern border. , it can be used after debugging - it is a pity that some of the machines in the factory were dismantled during the war to cast weapons and strengthen the city defense."

"There's nothing we can do about it, Romlin, at least when it comes to guarding the old capital, we can't blame the group of nobles who chose to stick to it," the colleague who collected the soil sample shook his head, then looked at the brown-haired The wheat sample in the hands of the young man, "Let's take the sample back to Minister Norris to see, he is still waiting."

The young government office official called Romulin looked down at the transparent container in his hand, and the vibrant plant was lying quietly inside, full of greenery.

...

When a breeze blew into the house through the open window, Norris opened his eyes slowly, and he saw a figure nearby, a scent of plants wafting across the room.

"It's time to bloom..." The old man said softly in a voice that seemed to be talking to himself, "It's so fast..."

The rustling sound of vines squirming came from the side, and a group of moving vines came to Norris' bed. Bertila looked down at the old man on the bed surrounded by flowers and vines, and her stiff face couldn't help revealing There was a hint of helplessness: "Now is not the time to care about this - a good rest is your current job."

"I'm not resting right now," Norris looked at the woman surrounded by vines, a smile on her wrinkled face, "I've never rested like this in my life."

Bertiera frowned and glanced at Norris. A slightly stronger wind blew into the room than before, causing a string of shell wind chimes hanging from the window to rattle.

A vine suddenly spread along the floor, wall, and windowsill, closing the window swiftly and silently.

Norris glanced at Bertila helplessly: "The druids say fresh air is good for me."

"Fresh air isn't 24 hours a day—and it depends on how strong it is," Bertila said icily, "and are those druids comparable to mine? I picked up the oak cane. At that time, their grandfather's grandfather hadn't been born yet."

Norris froze for a moment, then suddenly couldn't help laughing -- but perhaps laughing too hard, and his laughter quickly turned into a series of coughs.

The coughing was stopped by Bertila's healing spell.

"Is this worth laughing at?" The former dean of the Society for the End of Everything, the former Pioneer Saint, and the former Princess Typhon frowned and said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"I just remembered His Majesty, he would say something similar," Norris breathed and said slowly in a low voice, "I am suddenly a little curious, do people like you who have lived for a long time like to use age and generation joke……"

"We're just stating the facts, but the fact itself sounds like a joke," Bertila said casually, "Instead of that, why don't you think about your own business—how about you, accept my offer? ?Although aging is one of the most irreversible laws of life, we still have a way. I can improve the method I used to be as less harmful as possible, and among your younger generations, I believe there are more than one People will be willing to give you a small part..."

"Ms. Bertiera, I know you mean it," interrupted Norris, "but you know my answer.

"Prolonging my life at the expense of the health of others is not acceptable to me.

"Although I know that this is the result of improving the forbidden technique as much as possible, we all know that this level of improvement is still not in line with the laws of the empire...even if there are volunteers.

"The law and order of the Empire...we paid a great price for it, I don't want it to be damaged, especially I don't want to set a precedent from me.

"Because...I love it all."

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