Chapter 1189： Bertila's suspicion

Regarding Ms. Bertila, the former dark female patriarch, the more weird personality changes after becoming a plant, Bud has become accustomed to it in the past two years, and thinks of everyone living on this land in the past two years. Faced with the ups and downs, these small changes seem to be insignificant. They came from the legendary hero who emerged from the epic story uncovering the coffin. Everything in this world is changing rapidly, no one is exception.

Bertila just happens to be one of the biggest changes.

"Is there a sense of ritual in life..." He smiled slightly, feeling completely relaxed at some point, "It's really like what she will say recently... well, I know, I will go to her as soon as possible of."

General Margarita nodded, but before turning to leave, she kindly reminded: "Mr. Budd first wipe his eyes."

"Eyes..." Bud was taken aback, and finally reacted afterwards. He smiled a little embarrassingly, wiped the cold water marks on his face with the back of his hand, "Thank you, General."

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Passing through the lush branches at the edge of the canopy area, passing through the "curtain" and "green wall" formed by layered broad leaves, without passing through the connecting passage outside the giant tree, it can directly pass through the ducts extending in all directions set in the canopy The system arrives at various facilities inside this giant giant. Bud sits in a translucent "container" that looks like some kind of pod, and walks along the semi-open wooden track to Bertila's biochemical laboratory. Out of the track, and at this moment, the container just passed through an open section inside the canopy, so some scenes that can only be seen by personnel with special access rights rushed forward and appeared before his eyes.

He saw the amazing scale of wooden “skeletons” supporting one continuous ellipsoidal space after another. Although those skeletons were made of wood, they were tougher than steel; covered by the same fortified twigs and metallic leaves. Between the wooden beams, a dome and a barrier are formed; luminous vines and huge, chandelier-like fruits hang down from the dome, making the lights in these "caves in the canopy" bright, and it is not like being thick. A closed space surrounded by 100 meters of wood and leaves.

And in this space after space, there are a large number of neatly arranged pods fixed on the barrier of the wooden structure, and the fiber ducts and nerve structures extend from the pods on the flat, firm, metallic leaf ground. They gather together and are connected to the "ponds" on the ground. Those pools are covered with a tough transparent shell, and the biomass solution inside is slowly rippling.

Those "pools" are cross-type biomass splitting pools designed by Bertila, responsible for providing nutrients for the biochemical plants here, while those pods are sleeping with thousands of embryos or biological substrates of all kinds. Most of them are experimental projects of the Imperial Druid Association, while others are orders from other domestic institutions, including unit substrates for artificial nerve cords, general-purpose servo brains, and plasma samples.

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With the establishment of the alliance now, the ties between countries have become closer, and some orders from abroad have been allocated to the biochemical plant inside the Thorin Giant Tree, but the number of these orders is now very small, and most of them are in the "primitive cell". During the "adjustment" stage, they will not be sent to these "evolution warehouses."

Tubular rails pass from the upper level of this space, and personnel transportation containers are flying fast on the pipes. Bud sees that there are several other tubular rails extending from the direction of other cabins. There are also containers of different speeds running inside them. The colleague from the department noticed this side in the container, raised his hand to greet him, and Bard just responded, and the containers were quickly transported to other places.

"I'm still working overtime at night..." Bud shook his head and said sympathetically. In the corner of his eye, a section of the pipeline that hadn't been generated for a long time and was still in the adjustment stage was slowly moving on the dome of the cabin, trying to contact the cabin. A traffic interface on the opposite side was docked, and a huge warning message was projected over a Monet terminal hanging nearby: The traffic tube here is growing, please do not use it.

In the Sorin area, many people know that this giant tree in the sheltered plain has an extremely large and complicated internal structure, with countless factories, laboratories, residential areas and other cabins hidden in her trunk and branches. , Even hidden in the depths of her roots, and these structures are changing every day, diverging, growing, and perfecting into a more incredible appearance, but almost no one can accurately and completely figure out the internal structure of the giant Thorin tree, nor Know what her next growth blueprint looks like.

Even in the entire empire, there are very few people who know these secrets. This should include General Margarita, the highest official here, including Pittman, the president of the Imperial Druid Association, including several archons and the highest of the empire. The head of state, but the one who knows the first-hand situation best, is undoubtedly the "person" of the giant tree, the Ms. Bertila.

Bud's spirit was relaxed, some thoughts diverging and turning various thoughts, the light outside dimmed, the pod container was running into a closed "tunnel", and the light inside the container automatically turned on after a slight delay. The light emitted by the luminous cells illuminated his slightly smiling face. After a short period of time, the outside of the pod became bright again. He raised his head and looked out the "window", looking through the transparent plastic shell. The "windows" formed, I saw that I had arrived in a brightly-lit indoor space Ms. Bertila's laboratory.

The pod opened silently, Bud got out of it, and walked to the depths of the laboratory in a familiar way. After passing through a "leaf gate", he saw the owner of the laboratory, Ms. Bertila, sitting Beside a round table in the distance, the roots and vines under her feet spread out in a relaxed manner, and a set of exquisite tea sets were placed on the round table in front of her. At this moment, the fine porcelain tea cups with gold rims on the white background were full of heat. , The fragrance of tea floated into Bud's nostrils.

Berthila looked at the liquid in the teacup very seriously, probably for a long time before Bud arrived, then she nodded gently, as if affirming the fragrance of the tea, and then reached out and held the teacup. He poured water on his head very seriously, what Bud saw when he entered the house.

The old wolf general was taken aback and blurted out subconsciously: "Ms. Bertila?"

Bertila had already sensed Bud's breath. She turned her head unhurriedly, and nodded slightly to the visitor: "You came a little earlier than I expected. I heard that you have a letter from home. I thought you at least could So I was more than half an hour late."

"Uh...I have received the letter from the family...it doesn't matter," Bud was startled, and then pointed at the top of Bertila's head, "The key is what are you doing?"

"Can't you see it?" Bertila gently shook the empty tea cup in his hand, "I'm drinking tea."

Budd was stunned: "Fell on his head?"

"Mr. Budd, have you never watered flowers since childhood?"

Bud: "...Uh...I thought you would at least use your mouth... Look, at least outwardly, it would look more normal... Well, your logic is correct, at least from watering the flowers Angle, but don’t you mean that life needs a sense of ritual?"

"The sense of ritual is just the decoration of life. If I live by the sense of ritual, I will lose leaves due to malnutrition from tomorrow," Berti Ramen said casually without expression, and then picked up the teapot and placed the two on the round table. The tea cups were poured half-full, and an invitation was issued to Bud, “Sit down and have a cup of tea first. This is what I just grew out of.”

Bud was about to walk towards the round table. At this moment, he staggered and looked at the former dark female patriarch in amazement: "Wait a minute, you grow this tea yourself?! You make tea with the leaves that you grow?! "

Bertila seemed helpless at Bud’s fuss. She shook her head and reached out to pick up her cup of tea. This time, instead of pouring it on her head, she soaked her fingers in the water. The liquid in it was absorbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then she glanced at Bud and said in a very natural tone: "The leaves fall back to their roots, and the fallen leaves in autumn return to the soil and become the nourishment for the trees in the coming year. I just give This process adds a pot of boiling water, Mr. Budd, why are you making such a fuss?"

Bud sat down at the round table with a weird expression. He had to admit that what the "Ms. Tree" said was really reasonable, at least logically he couldn't refute it, but this did not prevent him from looking at him. The cup of tea (and the few tender leaves floating in the tea) was strange in his mind, but soon he thought of the popular Solin tree fruit in the Solin area and the local characteristic candied fruit developed on this basis. The strangeness in my heart was quickly diluted. He picked up the teacup and took a sip. The strange fragrance calmed his confused thoughts: "Thank you, it tastes very good, Ms. Bertila."

Bertila smiled: "Very well, it seems that the tea is very effective, you calm down, so that we can talk about business."

Bud couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, saying that if he didn't have these **** teas he wouldn't need any "quiet" at all. His thoughts were clear at first, but in front of Bertila, he didn't say these words after all, and only replaced them. A slightly awkward smile: "What can you do with me today?"

"Some... about the old past of the Dark Order," Bertila took his finger out of the teacup and watched as the last remaining trace of water on it was quickly absorbed, with a low tone in his tone. Among the patriarchs at that time, there was a pair of elven sisters... Do you still have an impression of them?"

"Lerna and Ferna?" Badrem remembered it quickly, "Of course, I remember that they were responsible for many things in the eastern and central areas of the old Anzu. I am active in these two areas. I had a lot of dealings with them when I was in, what's wrong? Why are these two people mentioned suddenly?"

Bertila did not answer directly, but asked casually: "Do you know where they went after the sect fell?"

"This... I heard that they tried to win Typhon, but they fled into the wasteland after failure," Bud said uncertainly, "You should know this information better than me."

"Yes, they fled into the wasteland," Bertila nodded, "and there are clues that they may be in collusion with the group of end-of-life believers entrenched in the wasteland and are plotting to bury them in the old capital of Gondor. Therefore, Your Majesty has been investigating this aspect and has learned a lot about the pair of elven twins from me..."

"I have heard about this." Bud nodded and said.

"So, I want to hear your "impressions" now," Bertila said. "About Ferna sisters, have you ever felt something...particularly inconsistent with them?"

"Particularly violated?" Bud frowned, "This is really a broad question... In my opinion, they violated a lot of places, and even the upper echelon of the entire sect at that time was not very good. It’s normal, even I’m not that normal. Ms. Bertila, you know, it’s hard to find sensible normal people in the End of All Things at that time. Everyone has all kinds of weirdness and habits. As for elves Gemini...their way of speaking, the indiscriminate way of getting along with each other, the intertwined personalities and memories, these are not right, especially after seeing some of the information disclosed by the Theocracy Council and knowing that they are actually sharing a soul...this It feels even weirder."

"Well, it seems that my question is not specific enough," Bertila shook his head, "I mean, have you ever sensed inhuman qualities from them? Whether it is knowledge or behavior Does the way of thinking that reveals itself, or the perspective on the world, the power that occasionally reveals, etc., have that inhuman feeling?"

"Inhuman?" Bud was taken aback and frowned slightly. "Although I want to say that they are'inhuman' as elves, I guess what you are referring to is definitely not what you mean... Sorry, for a while. I can’t think of it. At the beginning, my status was the highest as a withered priest, one level lower than the patriarch. When I deal with Sister Ferna, I basically accept their orders to do things, and I don’t have many opportunities to observe them carefully... Having said that, why do you want me to learn about these things? I don't think I am a good one..."

"Because in this land, you are the only mortal believer who survived the world besides me," Bertila interrupted before the other party was finished. "Of course, Pittman is also with the original teacher. The regiment has some connections...but he is less suitable as an intelligence source than you."

Bad blinked, understanding Bertila’s helplessness, and at the same time thoughtfully: "Sounds, have you investigated something recently? Or have you suddenly guessed something?"

"I'm doing something... recently, and I found some clues by coincidence. I began to suspect that the pair of elven sisters deceived everyone from the beginning, from the Gondor era... a thousand years ago."

Bud's eyes widened. He had guessed from Bertila’s attitude just now that the pair of elven twins might have problems in the era of the end of all things, but he never expected that this incident could even go back, or even all the way. Going back to the Gondor Empire a thousand years ago, it was obvious that this matter was more complicated than he thought.

He looked at Bertila without concealing the doubt in his expression, but the latter hesitated a little, then stood up from the round table: "Come with me, I will show you something, and you will understand the clues I found. What is it?"