Chapter 991： miracle

"Solinborg?" Andesa repeated this word in a low voice with some confusion. She did not know Cecil's place names very well, but she had a vague impression of this name. After a moment of memory, she finally learned The information corresponding to Solinburg was found in the intelligence and clerical memory, "Ah, I have heard this name... It seems to be in the Holy Spirit Plain..."

"Strictly speaking, on the boundary between the Holy Spirit Plain and the East Territory, of course it is part of the Holy Spirit Plain from the administrative division," Sister Marian said with a smile, "It is a place full of miracles."

"Miracle... I remember that the Plain of the Holy Spirit was turned into a wasteland in Anzu's civil war, and Solinburg was the most damaged area, it..." Andesa couldn't help but whispered, 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 more magnificent than the communication tower of Winter Wolf. There was magical light on the surface of the tower, and the top of the tower was huge. The crystal device slowly rotates under the support of a certain mechanical structure, and a series of auxiliary facilities can be seen around the high tower, just like a small fortress.

She saw buildings that looked like villages and towns appearing further afield, a large number of brand-new houses lined up in rows, their roofs gleaming in the bright sun, and the leveled land was spread around the village and town like a giant brown carpet. In the fields, you can also see neat and wide roads, as well as street lights neatly arranged on both sides of the road.

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

Andesa's only remaining eye widened, and she looked at everything outside the window in amazement, and these scenes were obviously very different from what she had seen from the intelligence and outlined in her mind.

"Are we really moving towards Solinburg?" She finally couldn't help but asked, "This is the war zone that was polluted by the disaster?"

Sister Marian smiled: "Yes, there is no doubt that we have actually passed the last checkpoint in the east. Now what you see is the land of the Holy Spirit Plain, Solinburg is in front, at the end of the next mountain pass. You will see it and you will be even more surprised."

"...I thought I would see more ruins and debris here," Andesa said softly as if talking to herself, "This is different from what I thought..."

"We rebuilt the construction corps led by General Margarita and her, and 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 have jointly rebuilt your place. I saw everything, and many other things were built, such as the tower we passed just now and the surrounding buildings. It is the second-level node of Thorin, a part of the magic net of the Plains of the Holy Spirit. It has a powerful The transceiver device can be directly connected to the Thorin hub," Sister Marian said proudly, "In addition, the railway we are walking on is also part of the construction project last year.

"Of course, the kind of ruins you mentioned also still have the Holy Spirit Plain. After all, the Holy Spirit Plain is so big, we can't rebuild everything in such a short time. There are large areas in the Boulder City and fertile woodlands waiting to be restored, the Supreme Council Every month, more engineering teams and more resources are sent to those areas. Now about one-half of those areas have resumed production. But there is a long way from here, and we must not see it on this journey. ."

Andesa listened to all this in surprise, with many scenes in her mind that she hadn't imagined. She seemed to want to ask something more, but suddenly a whistle from the front suddenly interrupted her movements.

The train rang a sharp and high flute. This loud sound reverberated between the hills and plains. Andesa felt her body shake a few times, and the train drove out of a relatively gentle mountain pass. The mountain that blocked the view was quickly left behind, and the wide plain landscape was greeted by Andesa's eyes.

A piece of green that shouldn't have appeared in the winter quickly grabbed her gaze and occupied her.

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

"What is that?!" Andesa even forgot the pain in her upper body for a while, subconsciously raised her arm and pointed it outside, her face full of consternation.

"That's where we are going," Sister Marianne said. "For Solin, the one you see is the'Giant Solin Tree', which covers the entire area of ​​Solin, and the original castle is now under her canopy. It only occupies a small area to the east. Our train will drive directly into the outer edge of the tree canopy covered area, next to the old castle is the newly built station."

"The Thorin Tree..." Andesa muttered to herself in amazement, and then the thoughts surging 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 Cecil’s newspapers and magazines. I know that there is such a "tree" that has emerged from the ground, which is huge like a castle... But I always thought that was an exaggeration... "

"That's a euphemism. In fact, she has been bigger than any castle six months ago," Sister Marian shook her head. "But now her growth has been slow to stagnation, and in theory, no matter how long she grows, it will not continue. Expand it, otherwise we really have to worry that the entire plain will be enveloped by her canopy...Although it seems pretty impressive to me, the people from the Ministry of Agriculture don't think so."

Andesa looked at the approaching scenery outside the car window with a mentality of witnessing miracles. Listening to the nun’s account, she suddenly noticed a detail in the other's vocabulary: "'She'? You said that tree... "

"Oh, didn't the Thorin tree called'her' in the information you saw?" Sister Marianne raised her eyebrows, "Well, it's understandable, after all, not everyone knows Ms. Bertila's The situation...including those reporters and families who wrote countless articles around the giant Thorin tree."

Andesa is still at a loss: "...?"

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

...

On the top of the giant tree, a group of vigorous flower vines grew out of the branches and leaves, surrounded by flowers and vines, the figure of a young woman gradually condensed into shape.

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

In fact, her view is meaningless: since she became a plant, her perception has long since belonged to humans. She perceives the world through a huge root system and branches spreading towards the sky, and she mimics the human beings for herself The body actually has no vision at all, but in many cases, Bertila is still accustomed to doing this kind of "lookout" which will give her a feeling of "fullness".

The artificial brain hidden in the canopy chamber is working vigorously, and the simulated nerve signals maintain Bertila's personality stability. She took a deep breath with the mimicry body and the vigorous photosynthesis of the entire canopy made her feel happy. .

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

There were footsteps approaching from the back of the mimic's body, and the shoes slammed on the surface of the hard blades as if they were treading on the concrete floor. Bertila knew who was standing behind him without turning his head.

"She's here," a slightly hoarse voice came from Bertilana's body, which is essentially made of wood. "Don't you go and take a look?"

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

"Always face it," Bertila said slowly, "she will stay here for a long time, and you can't escape it forever."

Bud twitched the corners of his mouth: "...Who caused my situation like this?"

"...We said we didn't even mention this."

Bud smiled silently and shook his head slightly: "Anyway, the generals on the front line and the chief consuls of the Administrative Office really gave me a big problem... When I first heard the news, I was whole. They are all at a loss, and even now there is a feeling as if they are dreaming."

"I can imagine your monitoring work done halfway. Suddenly someone called you out and told you that your daughter became the first prisoner of war and will be sent to Solinburg in a few days. Imagine that I knew you at that time. "I heard that she was seriously injured," said Bertila's slightly rigid tone, with a little teasing. "Don't you worry? I heard that she was seriously injured."

Bud was silent for a while before whispering: "She is a soldier, and some things are her bounden duty."

"She is a soldier, but you are a father. Her vocation does not conflict with your concerns." Bertila shook his head, turned to face Bud Wendell, "After finishing the work at hand, I will go Take a look, you have to face it. I believe that with so many days to prepare, you should have also considered how to meet your daughter."

"...It's really not like you," Bud glanced at the former "Dying Master" in front of him. "In the ten years since I have known you,'Ms. Bertila' has always been mean. The embodiment of cunning and danger."

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

"Situation? What's the situation?"

"This is a record left by the monitoring team for a period of time," Bud handed over a stack of data in his hands. "We still haven't tracked that signal, but we found some other traces, which may be of some value."

Bertila didn’t actually need to use her “eyes” to read the materials that Bud had brought, but she still reached out and took the papers and put them in front of her eyes very seriously. After all, life requires some sense of ritual, not even a plant. Exceptionally, her "eyes" scanned the tables and descriptions above, and her expression became a little serious.

She is not actually an expert in Mowang communications, signaling and cryptography, but since the last time she successfully cracked geometric figures from mysterious signals, her value in this area has been paid attention to by the upper level. Now if the monitoring team finds Valuable clues, in addition to submitting to the higher-level research department, will also be given to her.

"These randomly appearing weak noises are not normal fluctuations in the magic net... does that mean?" Bertila shook the file in his hand and looked at Bud.

"That's why we have compared all the waveforms. Those noises really shouldn't appear in the magic net."

"These noises are very weak and chaotic. It is completely impossible to decipher, including the "spot solution" I found before, and it doesn't work," Bertila squeezed his chin, "What do you think?"

"We now suspect that the signal has been broadcast continuously, covering our transceivers every second. These noises are the traces left by it. But for some reason, this signal has been blocked most of the time. It is seriously disturbed and weakened, so we can't decipher its content at all, and even before we increased the sensitivity of the transceiver, we did not notice its existence at all." Bud slowly said what he and his colleagues thought. "From this Starting from the idea, we suddenly received a signal several times before, but it was not that the signal suddenly'appeared', but something that caused interference and shielding effect had a short loophole..."

Bertila's face could not make an overly vivid expression, but there was still a trace of seriousness in her subtle facial changes: "This sounds... but a little disturbing. Has the information been submitted to the Imperial Capital?"

"It has already been sent. Master Carmel personally responded and will take this seriously. At the same time, he will also coordinate the working groups of monitoring stations in Ten Forest City, Winter Fort and Lu'an to try to find evidence of the existence of these noises. ," Bud nodded, "If such noise is found everywhere, then our guess can be further confirmed."

Bertila did not speak for a while, and after ten seconds of thinking, she nodded slightly.

"If there is nothing wrong here, then I will go back first," Bud said to Bertila. "The monitoring station is still waiting for me to reply."

Bertila hummed, and Bud turned and walked to the elevator not far away, but as soon as the latter stepped out a few steps, Bertila suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute."

"What else is there?"

"Andersa Wendell has been transferred to the west building of the old castle," Bertila said while looking at Bud's back. "There will be her exclusive'sanatorium'. If you want to visit, I and Margarita can help arrange."

Bud turned his back to Bertila, neither answering nor leaving. He stood there for a long time, and finally just nodded slightly and continued to walk in the direction of the elevator.