Chapter 864 1 Destination

On the first rest day of summer, it rained overnight in the Sorin area, and the haze continued until the next day.

The towering giant tree of Thorin stands proudly on this revived land. The giant tree blocked the rain all night, but several streams formed after the rain flowed from the area outside the giant tree, and meandered along the low-lying areas between various scientific research, storage, and industrial facilities. It gathers next to the newly built Druid Research Institute in the trunk base area, where it gathers into a small pond, and finally flows into the pores formed by nearby tree roots leading to the depths of the ground, becoming part of the underground river. .

Connected street lamps stand on both sides of the road, and a large number of high-power lighting devices are hung at the bottom of the canopy of the giant tree. These artificial lights disperse the large area of ​​"night darkness" caused by this huge plant. Margarita came from the sunny plain outside to this canopy-shaded area, and she saw soldiers guarding the streetlights and many peering on the path between the houses.

Margarita ignored them. She crossed the sentry, past the guards who saluted her, and came to the base of the giant tree, where a large number of tangled vines and woody structures differentiated from the trunk were subtly "grown". It became a hut, and the flower vines connected to the roof were squirming in the air like blood vessels. Two tall tree men with green eyes stood in front of the hut. Their height was almost higher than the spire of the house. The squad's orbital accelerator gun, known as the "Gorgon Cannon," is clasped in its thick and powerful palm, and its torso, which is covered with thick bark and wooden nodules, is fastened with long steel spikes to power the gun. The magic net device.

- This small railgun, named after the Empire's most important life river, the Gorgon, is a variant of the Persuader railgun, usually used on light mobile vehicles, but can be used for arming with minor improvements Large-scale summoned creatures with huge strength, this modification is currently only used in a small area. If technical experts solve the problem of the spell model of summoned creatures, such armament will surely be of great use.

The treemen didn't react much to the appearance of Margarita, they just moved a small step to the side, there was a sound of wood and leaves rubbing against their bodies, and Margarita passed over their thick, beam-like legs and feet, And the door of the cabin in front of her had already opened before she approached.

A group of wriggling flower vines "walked" out of it, and Bertila appeared in front of Margarita.

"How is Minister Norris?" The young female knight immediately stepped forward and asked.

"I was in a coma for a while before, and I just woke up now, but it won't be long," Bertila said calmly, "...just today, Miss Margarita."

A dark cloud filled Margarina's eyes, and her voice subconsciously lowered: "Is there really no way?"

"We've moved him here - I did everything I could to keep him alive with the power of Thorin,

But aging itself is the most difficult law of nature to defy - and Norris' situation is more than just aging," Bertila said slowly, "In the past few decades, his body has been on the road of overdraft. Up - this is the norm for the poor, but he's overdrafted too much, to the point where magic and miracles are irreversible. The fact that he is alive today is a miracle - he should have died last winter. "

Margarita was silent for a while, and took a deep breath: "I want to go in and have a look."

Bertila looked at the female knight in front of her, and a hint of helplessness finally appeared on her face, which was difficult to express due to her dehumanization mutation: "We'd better avoid all visits now, but... the situation is so far, these measures also There's no point. And if it was you, Norris should be willing to meet you."

Margarita followed behind the former dean of all things, and stepped into the "hut of life" generated by miracle magic.

Under the illumination of some kind of luminous plant, the hut was maintained with just the right amount of light. A wooden structure intertwined with vines and grass leaves was placed in the center of the hut. Margarita saw Norris - the old man Lying there, covered in a blanket, with several thin vines spreading from the blanket, all the way to the ceiling.

Margarita came to Norris and leaned down slightly: "Minister Norris, it's me."

Norris saw the woman in front of him clearly, and a smile slowly appeared on his wrinkled face: "Miss Margarita...Thank you for your care these days."

"Please don't say that, you are the most important person in the entire reconstruction area," Margarita said immediately. "Without you, this land wouldn't come back to life so quickly..."

"Everyone here is important," Norris said in a low voice, but every word was clear. "Miss Margarita, I'm sorry, there's some work I may not be able to finish."

"No, you still..." Margarita said subconsciously immediately, but she looked at Norris' calm face, but swallowed all the words that followed.

In the depths of those deep wrinkles and depleted flesh, life force had begun to flow away from the old man's body.

Norris just smiled, and his eyes rolled and lifted little by little, sweeping across the few furnishings in the hut—some specimens, some seeds, some manuscripts, and a crystal clear glass tube, a plant The wheat that was still green was standing quietly in the container, soaked in the almost transparent alchemy solvent.

"Actually, I have no regrets..." The old man said in a low voice, "No major accident, this year's harvest can be guaranteed, and we have avoided a terrible famine... The agricultural manuscripts that His Majesty explained have also been completed, but unfortunately I no longer have any. I have the energy to make the final arrangements, but my apprentices and assistants have grown up and they are very reliable... The Government Affairs Office has always been prepared, and even if I leave, someone will take over immediately..."

"Don't talk too much at once," Bertila's slightly stiff voice suddenly came from the side, "it will further reduce your strength."

"It's about time, let me say a few more words," Norris said with relief, shaking his head very slowly, "I know my situation...I've known it from many years ago, I I'll probably die sooner, I've read, I've seen the world with the priests in the city, I know what happens to a man who drains all his strength in the fields..."

Margarita looked at the old man in front of her, and slowly reached out to hold the other's hand.

She knew that the old man's final sobriety was coming to an end.

She heard a low, slightly indistinct voice in her ears—

"...our family used to owe a lot of money, a lot...about the equivalent of a knight's sword, or a little gem in a missionary's glove - Miss Margarita, that's a lot, to It takes several carts of wheat to return.

"The money made me literate, but at the time, literacy was of no use—my father and mother both died early to pay the bills, and I… spent most of my life working in the fields, or Doing hard labor for people. So I know how my body got like this, and I prepared it very early on.

"But there were a lot of people like me at that time, serfs, and free people -- poor free people, but they didn't know it. They only knew that commoners would die very early, while nobles could live a century... missionary The scholars said that it was decided by God. It is precisely because the poor are lowly that they have a natural defect in lifespan, while the nobles can live for a century, which is the evidence of the noble blood... Most of them believe this statement.

"I can read, I have read books, and I know what all this is about, but it was useless at that time. The only gain that literacy brought me was that I knew exactly what would happen to me in the future, but I could only continue to lower myself. Head to the fields digging potatoes and growing perilla—because if we didn't, our whole family would starve to death.

"Miss Margarita, you can't imagine that kind of life - I know you're a good knight, but there are things you really can't imagine."

Margarita subconsciously held the old man's hand, her lips moved a few times, but finally she could only nod lightly: "Yes, Minister Norris, I... I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry," Norris' eyelids drooped a little more than before, "because it's not your fault, and the happiest thing is that those days are over, Miss Margarita, that kind of thing. Days passed.

"Civilians don't have to do the hard labor for grueling food like my parents and I did, and no one will take two-thirds or more of our grain from our barns to pay taxes. We have the right to Anytime we can eat our own fish, have the right to eat white bread and sugar on ordinary days, we don't have to prostrate to nobles on the side of the road, and we don't have to kiss missionaries' shoes and footprints... Margarita Miss, thanks to our majesty, and to the many who like you are willing to follow your majesty, those days are over.

"I just want to say, don't let those days come back.

"Miss Bertiera, I know you've always had doubts about what we're doing, and I know you don't understand some of my 'paranoia', but I want to say... at any time, no matter what the situation is, let more It is the most important thing that more people can fill their stomachs and let more people live.

"I took people from the agricultural sector to do a large-scale statistics. We calculated the population and land, calculated the consumption of food and the current production of various staple foods... and also estimated the consumption and production after population growth. We have Some numbers, in the hands of my assistant, please give it to your majesty... be sure to leave it to him. Hunger is the most terrible thing in this world, no one should be starved to death... no matter what happens, industry is good, Whether it is business, some cultivated land can never be moved, and you must not change the staple food rashly...

"Also, there is too little food suitable for growing in the north, and although the plains of the Holy Spirit are fertile, there must be a big increase in our population, because now almost all babies will survive - we need the land in the south to feed these people , especially in the dark mountain range, there are still many places that can be reclaimed..."

He coughed suddenly, and the violent cough interrupted what he wanted to say later. Bertila raised his hand almost instantly, and a powerful - even an excessive amount of healing power for ordinary people was released on Norris, Margaery The tower immediately leaned into the old man's ear: "Your Majesty is already on the way, he will be there soon, you can..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Norris interrupted her with a shake of his head.

The latter's drooping eyelids lifted again, and after a few seconds of silence and memories, a smile mixed with sudden and relief suddenly appeared on his face.

"Ah, maybe...he didn't lie to me..." Norris' eyes brightened briefly, and he said almost with joy, "he didn't lie to me..."

"Minister Norris," asked Margarita, taking the old man's hand and leaning down, "who are you talking about? Who didn't lie to you?"

"Missionary...that missionary..."

Norris murmured in a low voice, he felt that his heavy body was finally lighter, and in the blurred light and shadow, he saw his parents standing beside him, they were wearing the tattered clothes from memory, naked Feet on the ground, they had humble, dull smiles on their faces, for a man in the priestly robes of the Goddess of Harvest was standing before them.

There were also some children and their parents standing nearby, and the elders of the village stood behind the priest.

Everyone's faces were blurred.

The priest's face was also blurred, but Norris could hear his voice - the priest stretched out his hand and rubbed twice on the head of Norris, who was still a child. He seemed to show a smile and said casually:

"Blessed is this child with the land, who bears the grace of the goddess of the harvest."

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