Chapter 991 Miracle

"Solimburg?" Andersa repeated the word in a low voice with some confusion—she didn't know Cecil's place names very well, but she vaguely remembered the name. After a moment of recollection, she finally got the Some information and document memory found the information corresponding to this Solimburg, "Ah, I have heard this name... It seems to be in the Holy Spirit Plain..."

"Strictly speaking, on the dividing line between the Plains of the Holy Spirit and the Eastern Border—of course it is part of the Plains of the Holy Spirit in terms of administrative divisions," Sister Marianne said with a smile. "It's a place full of miracles."

"Miracle... I remember that the Plains of the Holy Spirit had been turned into a wasteland during Anzu's civil war, and Solimburg was the most severely damaged area. It..." Andersa couldn't help but said softly, but her words were quick He was interrupted by the new scenery that appeared outside the car window, and his attention was completely drawn to the wilderness outside.

She saw a huge tower appearing in the distance. The tower was made of metal and artificial stone. It was even grander than the communication tower of Winter Wolf Castle. There was a magical brilliance on the surface of the tower, and there was a huge tower on the top of the tower. The crystal device slowly rotates under the support of some kind of mechanical structure, and a series of auxiliary facilities can be seen around the tower, like a small fortress.

She saw farther away what looked like a town, a large number of brand-new houses lined up with their roofs gleaming in the bright sun, and the flattened land spread around the town like a huge brown carpet , you can also see neat and wide roads among the fields, as well as the street lamps lined up neatly on both sides of the road.

The train is galloping on this winter wilderness, but the winter wilderness welcomes the visitors here with a reborn attitude.

Andersa's only one eye was widened, she looked at everything outside the window in astonishment, and these scenes were obviously very different from what she had seen from the intelligence and sketched in her mind.

"Are we really heading towards Solimburg?" She finally couldn't help asking, "Is this the war zone that was polluted by the divine disaster?"

Sister Marianne smiled: "Yes, there is no doubt about it - in fact we have passed the last pass in the east, and now you see the land of the Holy Spirit Plains, Solimburg is in front, the next pass You'll see it at the end of it - then you'll be even more surprised."

"...I thought I would see more ruins and wreckage here," Andersa said softly, as if to herself, "This is not what I imagined..."

"We rebuilt this place - General Margarita and the construction corps led by her, as well as the joint reconstruction team led by the Minister of Agriculture, plus the reconstruction volunteers who returned to the Holy Spirit Plains from various places, hundreds of thousands of people rebuilt together. Everything you've seen, and many other things have been built, such as the tower we just passed and the buildings around it, it's the secondary node of Thorin, part of the magic net of the Holy Spirit Plains, it has a large power transceivers,

There is a direct connection to the main hub of Sorin," said Sister Marianne proudly, "and the railway we are on now was part of last year's construction.

"Of course, there are still the kind of ruins you mentioned - after all, the Holy Spirit Plain is so big, and it is impossible for us to rebuild everything in such a short period of time. There are still large areas in the area of ​​Boulder City and the Bountiful Woodland waiting to be revived. The highest The council is sending more engineering teams and more resources to those areas every month, and now about one-half of those areas have resumed production. But it's a long way from here, and we're definitely on this trip to see Not anymore."

Andersa listened to all this in surprise, with many scenes she had never imagined in her mind, she seemed to want to ask more, but a whistle from the front suddenly interrupted her movement.

The train sounded a sharp and high whistle, and the loud sound echoed between the hills and the plains. Andersa felt herself swaying a few times, and the train drove out of a relatively gentle mountain pass - this little The mountain that blocked the view was quickly left behind, and the vast plain scenery came into Andersa's eyes.

A green that should not have appeared in winter quickly caught her eye and occupied her line of sight.

It was a canopy of trees that covered the sky, a green city that seemed to float above the plain, a plant, a miracle that challenged the imagination of mortals.

"What is that?!" Andersa even forgot the pain in her upper body for a while, and subconsciously raised her arm to point out, her face full of surprise.

"That's where we're going," said Sister Marianne, "Sorinborg—the one you see is the 'Thorin Tree', which covers the whole area of ​​Sorin, and the original castle is now in her canopy Below, it only occupies a small area to the east. Our train will go directly into the outer edge of the canopy, and next to the old castle is the newly built station.”

"The Giant Tree of Thorin..." Andersa murmured to herself in astonishment, and then the tumultuous thoughts in her mind finally calmed down, and some information in her memory also emerged, "I have heard this name, in some documents in...and in your Cecilian newspapers and magazines. I know there is such a 'tree' coming out of the ground that it looks like a castle...but I always thought that was an exaggeration... "

"That's a euphemism - she's actually been bigger than any castle since half a year ago," Sister Marianne shook her head, "but now her growth has slowed to a point of stagnation, and in theory she can't grow any longer. It will continue to expand, otherwise we really have to worry about the whole plain being shrouded in her tree canopy... Although it seems very imposing to me, the Ministry of Agriculture does not think so."

Andersa looked at the approaching scenery outside the car window with the mentality of witnessing a miracle. Listening to Miss Sister's narration, she suddenly noticed a detail in the other party's vocabulary: "'she'? You said that tree... "

"Oh, didn't the information you see refer to the Thorin tree as 'she'?" Sister Marianne raised her eyebrows, "Well, it's understandable, after all, not everyone knows Ms. Bertila's Circumstances...including journalists and families who have written countless articles about the Thorin tree."

Andersa was still confused: "...?"

Cecil's place... There are so many things that people don't understand.

...

At the top of the giant tree, a group of vigorous flower vines grew from the branches and leaves, surrounded by the flowers and vines, the figure of a young woman gradually formed.

Bertila controlled her humanoid mimicry to the edge of the flat area of ​​the canopy. On the highest viewing platform in the Holy Spirit Plain, she looked far into the distance, looking in the direction of the boundary between the mountains and the plain.

In fact, her gaze is meaningless: since she became a plant, her perception has long been out of human beings. She perceives the world through a huge system of roots and branches that spread to the sky, and she imitates the human being for herself. The body actually has no vision at all, but many times, Bertila is still accustomed to doing this kind of "look-out" - it will give her a "full" feeling.

The artificial brain hidden deep in the tree canopy is running vigorously, and the simulated neural signals maintain Bertila's personality. She takes a deep breath with her mimetic body - the vigorous photosynthesis of the entire tree canopy makes her moody. Be happy.

She "saw" a magic energy train coming from the east and had entered the edge area covered by the canopy. The vines set up near the station received the signal and were transmitting the pictures there.

There were footsteps approaching from behind the mimetic body, and the shoe tapped on the hard blade surface as if stepping on a concrete floor. Without looking back, Bertiera knew who was standing behind him.

"She's here," came a slightly hoarse voice from Bertila's body, which was essentially made of wood. "Why don't you go take a look?"

The middle-aged man standing behind Bertiera was silent for two seconds before breaking the silence with mixed emotions: "...I don't know how to face her."

"There's always something to face," Bertila said slowly. "She's going to be here for a long time, and you can't run away from it forever."

Bud twitched the corners of his mouth: "...who caused me to be in such a situation now?"

"...We agreed not to mention this."

Bud smiled silently and shook his head gently: "Anyway, the generals on the front line and the grand consuls of the Government Affairs Office really gave me a big problem... When I first learned the news, my whole body was They are all dazed, and even now there is a feeling of being in a dream."

"I can imagine - you're halfway through your surveillance work and suddenly someone calls you out and tells you that your daughter is the first prisoner of war to be sent to Solimburg in a few days, just imagine I know you The chaotic mood at that time," Bertila's slightly stiff and rigid tone actually brought a little teasing, "Aren't you worried? I heard that she was seriously injured."

Bud was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice, "She is a soldier, and some things are her vocation."

"She's a soldier, but you're a father, her vocation doesn't conflict with your worries," Bertila shook her head and turned to face Bud Wendell, "I'd better go after I'm done with the business at hand. Look at it, you have to face it. I believe that you have so many days to prepare, and you should have also thought about how to meet your daughter. "

"...This is really not like you," Bud glanced at the former "Father of All Things Doomsday" in front of him, "In the more than ten years I have known you, 'Ms. Bertiera' has always been mean. The embodiment of cunning and danger."

Bertiera didn't respond, and Bud didn't care about it. He just shook his head and mentioned another thing: "I came to you to report a situation."

"The situation? What's the situation?"

"This is the record left by the monitoring team recently," Bud handed a stack of materials in his hand. "We still haven't tracked that signal, but we have found some other traces, which may be of some value."

Bertiera didn't actually need to use her "eyes" to read the materials Budd brought, but she still reached out to take the papers and put them in front of her very seriously - life requires some sense of ritual, after all, a plant No exception - her "eyes" swept across the table and description above, and her expression became serious a little bit.

She's not actually an expert in magic net communication, signaling and cryptography, but since the last time she successfully deciphered the geometry from the mysterious signal, her value in this area has been valued by the upper echelons, and now if the monitoring team finds out Valuable clues, in addition to submitting to the higher-level research department, will definitely give her a copy.

"These faint noises that appear randomly are not normal fluctuations in the magic net... Is that what it means?" Bertila shook the document in his hand and looked at Bard.

"That's it - we've compared all the waveforms, and those noises really shouldn't be in the Weave."

"These noises are very weak and chaotic, completely indecipherable - including the 'point trace solution' that I discovered before, and it doesn't work," Bertila squeezed his chin. "What do you think?"

"We now suspect that the signal is actually going on continuously, covering our transceivers every second and every second, and these noises are the traces it left behind - but for some reason the signal was on most of the time. It was severely disturbed and weakened, so we were completely unable to decipher its content, and we didn't even notice its existence until we increased the sensitivity of the transceiver," Bud said slowly about his and his colleagues' thoughts, " Starting from this idea, we have received a signal suddenly several times before, but it is not that the signal suddenly 'appeared', but a short-term loophole in something that produces interference and shielding effect..."

Bertila's face couldn't be made too vivid, but there was still a hint of seriousness in her subtle facial changes: "This sounds... a little disturbing. Has the information been submitted to the imperial capital?"

"It has been sent, and Master Carmel himself will take this matter seriously. At the same time, he will also coordinate the working groups of Shilin City, Winter Fort and listening stations around Luan, trying to find evidence of the existence of these noises in various places. ," Bud nodded, "If this kind of noise is found everywhere, then our guess can be further confirmed."

Bertiera didn't speak for a while, and after more than ten seconds of thinking, she nodded slightly.

"If there's nothing wrong here, then I'll go back first," Bud said to Bertila, "I'm still waiting for my reply at the monitoring station."

Bertila hummed, and Bud turned and walked towards the elevator not far away, but the latter had just taken a few steps when Bertila suddenly stopped him again: "Wait a minute."

"Anything else?"

"Andersa Wendell has been moved to the west building of the old castle," Bertila said, looking at Bud's back, "there will be her exclusive 'recuperation area', if you want to visit, me and Margarita can help arrange it."

Bud turned his back to Bertiera, neither answered nor left, he just stood there for a long time, and finally just nodded slightly and continued to walk in the direction of the elevator.

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