When the first rest day of the summer arrived, it rained overnight in the Sorin region, and the continuous haze continued until the next day.
The towering Sorin giant tree stands proudly on this restored land, and the mighty fortress-like canopy covers the sky and extends out, covering a third of Sorin Castle in the distance and a large plain outside the castle. The giant trees blocked the rain all night, but several streams formed after the rain flowed from the area outside the giant trees, meandering along the low-lying areas between various areas of scientific research, storage, and industrial facilities. Converged next to the newly-built Druid Institute in the base area of the trunk, where it converges into a small pond, and finally flows into the pores formed by the nearby tree roots and reaches the bottom of the ground, becoming part of the underground river .
Linked street lights stand on both sides of the road, and the bottom of the crown of the giant tree is also hung with a large number of high-power lighting equipment. These artificial lights dissipate the large "night" caused by this colossal plant. Margarita came to this shaded area from the sunny plains outside. She saw soldiers guarding under the street lights, and many people watched from the sidewalk between houses.
Margarita ignored them. She crossed the guard post, passed over the guards saluting herself, and came near the roots of the giant tree. A large number of rooted vines and wooden structures differentiated from the trunk cleverly "grow" here. A hut was formed, and the flower vines connected to the roof were slightly 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. In the thick and powerful palms, the squad called the "Gorgon Cannon" was fastened with orbital acceleration guns. The trunk covered with heavy bark and wooden nodules was fixed with long steel nails to power the guns. Magic net device.
——This small rail gun named after the Empire ’s most important life river, the Gorgon River, is a variant of the persuasive rail gun. It is usually used on light mobile vehicles, but it can be used for armed with a slight improvement. Large-scale summoning creatures with great strength. At present, this modification is only used in a small area. One day, if technical experts solve the problem of the spell model of the summoning creature, this kind of armed will certainly be of great use.
The tree people didn't react much to Margarita's appearance. They just moved a little step to the side, and there was a sound of friction between wood and leaves. Margarita passed over their thick legs and beams. The door of the cabin in front of her opened before she approached.
A group of creeping flower vines "walked out" from the inside, and Beltila appeared in front of Margarita.
"How is Minister Norris?" The young horsewoman immediately asked.
"I was in a coma for a while, but now I'm awake, but it won't be long," Beltila said calmly. "... Today, Miss Margarita."
There was a cloud covering Margarina's eyebrows, and her voice was lowered subconsciously: "Is there really no way?"
"We have transferred him here-I have done everything I can to sustain his life with the power of the Thorin giant tree, but aging is the hardest natural rule to resist-let alone Norris's situation is not just as simple as aging, "Beltila said slowly." For the past few decades, his body has been on the road of overdraft-this is the normal state of the poor, but he is too overdraft, already serious enough to magic and miracles. An irretrievable degree. In fact, it is a miracle that he can live to this day-he should have died last winter. "
Margarita was silent and took a soft breath. "I want to go in and see."
Beltila looked at the female knight in front of her, and finally a helplessness appeared on the face that was difficult to make expressions due to the impersonal mutation: "We are best to avoid all visits now, but ... as of now, these measures also It doesn't make much sense. And if it's you, Norris should be willing to meet you. "
Margarita followed the former patriarch of all things and stepped into the "hut of life" generated by a miracle spell.
Under the light of a kind of glowing plant, the house maintained just the right light. A soft collapse of a wooden structure interwoven with vines and grass was placed in the middle of the house. Margarita saw Norris—the old man Lying there, covered with a blanket, several thin vines spread out 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, and a smile slowly appeared on his wrinkled face: "Miss Margarita ... Thank you for your care these days."
"Don't say that, you are the most important person in the entire redevelopment area," Margarita said immediately. "Without you, this land would not be so restored to life ..."
"Everyone here is important," Norris said quietly, but every word was still clear. "Miss Margarita, I'm sorry, there are some jobs I might not be able to complete."
"No, you still ..." Margarita whispered immediately, but she looked at Norris' calm face, but then swallowed back the words.
In the depths of deep wrinkles and depleted flesh and blood, vitality has begun to flow away from the old man.
Norris just smiled, his eyes rolled, raised a little, and swept through the few furnishings in the cabin-some specimens, some seeds, some manuscripts, and a crystal clear glass tube, a plant Wheat, still green, was standing quietly in the container, immersed in a nearly transparent alchemical solvent.
"In fact, I have no regrets ..." said the old man in a low voice. "No major accident, this year's harvest can be guaranteed, and we have avoided a terrible famine ... The agricultural manuscript presented by His Majesty has also been written. Unfortunately, I have not I have energy to do the final finishing, but my apprentices and assistants have grown up and they are very reliable ... there is always preparation over there, even if I leave, someone will take over immediately ... "
"Don't talk too much at once," Beltila said, with a stiff voice suddenly coming from the side. "This will further reduce your strength."
"It's time now, let me say a few more words," Norris shook his head very slowly, and said with relief, "I know my situation ... I know it many years ago, I I will probably die earlier. I have read books and met with the priests in the city. I know what would happen to a man who drained all his strength in the fields ... "
Margarita looked at the old man in front of her, slowly reaching out and holding each other's hand.
She knew that the last soberness of the old man was coming to an end.
She heard a low, slightly vague voice coming into her ears--
"... Our family used to owe a lot of money, a lot, a lot ... Probably equivalent to a sabre of a knight, or a small gem on a missionary's glove-Miss Margarita, that's really a lot, you have to Several carts of wheat can be returned.
"The money made me literate, but at the time, literacy didn't help much-my father and mother died very early to pay the bills, and I ... spent most of my life in the fields, or Do hard work for people. So I know how my body becomes like this, I have been prepared for a long time.
"But at that time there were many people like me, serfs, and free people-poor free people, but they didn't know that they only knew that civilians would die very early, and nobles could live a century ... missionary The scholars said that this was decided by God. It is because the poor are humble that they have natural defects in life span, and the nobility can live for a century. This is evidence of noble blood ... Most believe this statement.
"I'm literate, I've read books, and I know how it all happened, but at that time it was useless. The only thing I learned from literacy was that I knew exactly what I would be like in the future, but I could only keep it low. Start digging potatoes and planting perilla in the field-because otherwise, 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 can't really imagine."
Margarita held the old man's hand subconsciously, and her lips moved a few times before she could only nod her head gently: "Yes, Minister Norris, I ... I'm sorry."
"No, don't be sorry," Norris' lowered eyelids were a little lower than before. "Because it's not your fault, and most happily, that day has passed, Miss Margarita, like that. The days are gone.
"Civilians don't have to do the hard work like me and my parents in exchange for barely belly food. No one will take two thirds or more of our food from our barn to pay taxes. We have the right to I can eat the fish I caught at any time, and have the right to eat white bread and sugar on normal days. We do n’t have to salute the aristocracy by the roadside, nor do we have to kiss the shoes and footprints of the missionaries ... Margarita Miss, thank our Majesty, and thank so many people who are willing to follow His Majesty like you, that day has passed.
"I just want to say, don't let that day come back.
"Miss Bertila, I know you have always been confused about what we are doing, 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's make it more It is most important that more people fill their stomachs so that more people can survive.
"I took a large-scale statistics with people from the agricultural sector. We calculated the population and land, calculated the consumption of grain and the output of various staple foods now ... and also estimated the consumption and production after population growth. We have Some numbers are in the hands of my assistant, please give it to your Majesty ... it must be given to him. Hunger is the most terrible thing in the world, and no one should be starved to death ... No matter what happens, the industry, Whether it is business, there are some cultivated lands that cannot be moved, and you must not rashly change the staple food ...
"Also, there is too little food suitable for planting in the north. Although the Holy Spirit Plain is fertile, our population will definitely increase once, because now almost all babies will survive-we need the land south to feed these people , Especially in the Dark Mountains, there are many places to reclaim ... "
He suddenly coughed, and the severe cough interrupted what he wanted to say. Beltira raised his hand almost instantly, and a powerful—even an excessive amount of healing power for ordinary people—was released to Norris, Margaret. Tower immediately reached the old man's ear: "Your Majesty is already on the road. He will be here soon. You can ..."
Without finishing her words, Norris shook her head and interrupted her.
The latter's already droopy eyelids lifted up again, and after a few seconds of silence and recollection, a smile mixed with sorrow and relief suddenly floated onto his face.
"Ah, maybe ... he didn't lie to me ..." Norris' eyes brightened briefly, he said with almost joy, "he didn't lie to me ..."
"Minister Norris," Margarita held the old man's hand, and leaned down to ask, "Who did you say? Who didn't lie to you?"
"The missionary ... the missionary ..."
Norris whispered, he felt his heavy body was finally lighter, and in the vague light and shadow, he saw his parents standing beside him, wearing shabby clothes in his memory, naked Standing on the ground with their feet, they had a humble, dull smile on their faces, because a man wearing the robe of the goddess of the harvest was standing before them.
There were also some children and their parents standing nearby, while the elders in the village stood behind the clergyman.
Everyone's faces are blurred.
The clergyman's face was also very vague, but Norris could hear his voice—the clergyman reached out and rubbed twice on the head of Norris, who was a child, and he seemed to show a smile, saying casually:
"The child is blessed with the land. He bears the grace of the goddess of harvest."