Sword of Daybreaker

Cecilian newspapers and radios are a very interesting thing. There are always a variety of news from afar. When Bertila was human, she became interested in these two new things. When she became a plant, she became more interested in these two things.

After all, she has lost the ability to travel far as a plant.

And in order to meet this unreasonable requirement of the giant tree of Solin, the Cecilians stationed here showed appropriate goodwill: they would bring the latest newspapers and magazines, and Margarita even ordered that A magic net terminal is specially placed next to the trunk, allowing Beltila to control it and watch it by himself.

Bertila learned the name Norris in the agricultural section of a newspaper and in a magic net show.

This is indeed a big man, the leader of the Empire, and it is said to be one of the founders of Cecil's foundation.

Although he is just an ordinary person without extraordinary ability.

Bertila couldn't help looking at Norris again, and she felt that the old man in front of her might not be as old as she thought at first.

He's just getting too old.

This old and weak look, she has seen many pioneering eras, rushed out of the wasteland, many of the ancestors who struggled to survive in the wasteland are like this, and the poor people who still struggle to survive in the Kingdom era are still like .

She saw so many stories from Norris in an instant that she couldn't help but feel a little surprised, but her passivated face did not show this weak psychological fluctuation, she just asked curiously A sentence: "Are you here for me?"

"I'll take a look at 'The Miracle of the Thorin Giant Tree'. It is said that the vitality of spring is maintained here," Norris nodded slowly, "I saw it, it's really incredible ... you almost completely cured the area."

"Are you trying to rebuild the cities and villages of the Eastern Plains?" Bertila asked curiously.

"you can see?"

"You can see a little bit," Bertila said. "From the highest point of my canopy, you can dimly see the tidal flats on the edge of the pine forest valley, where smoke has recently risen, and you can see the crystals standing up. tower."

Norris nodded: "That's the Pinewood Valley camp, and they are rehabilitating their logging yards and mines in preparation for the red maple reconstruction camp next year."

"You must have done very hard ... I know, it is winter outside now," Beltila said slowly, "why do you have to do this in winter? You can wait until the ice and snow melt in the late spring. You can hide in the warm first. Southern cities. "

"After a winter, the hungry jackal will completely occupy the wasteland. Until late spring, we will still spend time building camps, repairing houses and digging water. Every time we miss the time to cultivate, we may miss an extra season of food. "Someone may starve to death," Norris said calmly. "The food in the southern border is not rich, and the food raised by many parties in the western border is enough to support us until next year's harvest season. Those food-deficient areas ... Can people live Come down, maybe it's just a short bite. "

A few seconds later, Beltila said softly, "... you don't want to starve to death, do you?"

"No one should be starved to death," Norris said.

"But there will definitely be some people starve to death, at least this winter, at least until the grain-producing areas of the Holy Spirit Plain return ..."

"Maybe, but that's not the reason," Norris shook his head. "I'm the Minister of Agriculture, and Her Majesty's task is to feed me as much as I can to every Cecilian. It's a citizen. Right, other than that, is not something I want to consider. "

A gust of wind blew from a distance with a little coolness. Although the coolness was mild compared to the cold winter winds outside, Norris coughed a few times.

A thunderous sound came from the crown of Thorin's giant tree, and the breeze came to an abrupt end.

"Thank you ... this is your strength, right?" Norris felt the soothing of his body. He was no longer the ignorant farmer. He could guess the extraordinary power contained in it. "I feel much better."

"Just a few tricks, don't worry."

Norris was silent for a moment, and suddenly waved to those who followed him: "You go to rest first, I want to stay here for a while."

A young official came forward subconsciously: "Minister, you ..."

"I'm in good shape now," Norris said to the young man with a smile. "I want to talk to this lady for a bit more."

"……Yes."

The entourage left.

Under the Sorin tree, only an old agricultural minister and a former pioneer who have witnessed the ups and downs of the seven centuries stand in opposition.

"Your body is not optimistic, Mr. Norris," Beltila broke the silence first. "As a mortal, you are almost there."

Norris smiled and shook his head: "... I know, but it feels really bad to hear people say so directly."

"Sorry, I haven't tried soft speech for a long time," Beltila said. "So do you want my strength to help you extend your life?"

"I know a wise druid ... Although he has some problems with his character, he is very good. He said that aging is the destiny of most mortals, even the theology before the fall of White Star. It is difficult to reverse this pattern. "

"... He's right, then it seems that you didn't come to me for your physical condition," Bertila stared at Norris' eyes. "Then you really just come to see what the giant tree of Thorin looks like?" "

"I want to see if there is something here that can have an effect on our reconstruction work," Norris smiled, "especially the food issue ... after all, here is the best druid of the empire, and there is another called The Sorin giant tree of 'natural wonder'. "

Beltila thought for a moment, a rustling noise suddenly came from the nearby bushes, and a little gray beast ran out of it, holding a red fruit with a big fist in his arms.

Bertila stooped down, took the fruit from the little beast, and handed it to Norris in front of him: "This is the fruit I bear. According to humans here, it tastes good and is full."

Norris took the fruit in surprise, looked it over carefully, and asked, "How much fruit can you ... bear?"

"Probably can feed people in a medium-sized town. If you don't mind the taste and weak toxicity, the leaves can be eaten if you have short-term abdomen, which can feed two or three times the population, but please do n’t pick too much at once. I also need photosynthesis. . "

"... We have more than one person in town who wants to eat," Norris shook his head. "But these fruits should really solve some problems."

"If you want to solve the food shortage problem in the whole plain, I'm afraid I can't do it," Beltila shook her head. "Even if I draw more heat from the ground, I will change the open area around Solinburg. Cheng Liangtian, probably not enough. "

Norris pondered, and asked, "Can the miracle of Thorin's giant tree be replicated?"

"... I'm afraid not. The formation of the Sorin giant tree has very complicated factors. This requires the power of the gods, a large amount of high-order druids' life, the magic power accumulated for a long time, and the luck that cannot be counted. Even so, I still Did not fully understand how this transformation happened before him. Mr. Norris, there will not be a second Thorin tree, at least I do not know how to reproduce the process. "

Norris sighed deeply: "Oh, I should have thought so. The countless ordinary people's eating problems really cannot be hoped for in a miracle that cannot be copied."

Beltila listened to the other person's words, and suddenly repeated quietly: "A miracle that can't be copied ..."

"Yes, tens of thousands of ordinary people need food, and the empire needs large areas of food production. What we need is a solution that can be copied, promoted, and used in most places, not a miracle, otherwise ..." Norris said, looking at the red fruit in his hand, and shook his head with a bitter smile, "otherwise it would be the cake on the aristocratic table."

"Cake on the aristocratic table?"

"It's delicious, but it belongs to a few people," Norris shook his head. "And most people will starve to death outside the castle."

Beltila suddenly became silent.

The wind blew through the canopy of the Sorin giant tree, making a rattling noise among the leaves.

A few seconds later she broke the silence: "We never thought of this path ..."

Norris didn't hear clearly: "What way?"

"No, nothing," Beltila shook his head. "I just suddenly remembered one thing. Not long ago, I once arrogantly scolded a young man, scolded him for never looking down at those humble people, now Think about it ... it's ridiculous. "

After a pause, she added, "Mr. Norris, if all I can offer here is these fruits, what are your plans?"

"Going? Of course, continue to rebuild this land," Norris said with a smile, calmly. "We are going to rebuild those major areas on the eastern shore of Gorgon and around Red Maple, and in important forest farms, mines, and water sources. To build a camp, we will measure it inch by inch and rebuild it on a foot-by-foot basis. Sooner or later, we will live here. As long as people are there, there is always hope. "

Beltila didn't speak, she was silent for a long time, staring at the old man who was about to reach the end.

But what she really saw were those behind the old man.

Those who are camping in the icy and snowy plains of the Holy Spirit to prepare for farming in the coming year; those who are trekking on deserted roads and supporting supplies for reconstruction projects; those who are negotiating with neighboring countries at the border of the empire to resolve food Gap 殚 exhausted person.

One percent extraordinary, ninety-nine percent ordinary people.

These ordinary people intend to achieve a miracle that even extraordinary people find impossible.

She closed her eyes, but she could only close the eyes of this mimic body. The perception of Solin's giant tree was still open, allowing her to see the entire Solin area clearly and to perceive herself clearly.

There is almost a giant tree the size of a town, a canopy towering close to the clouds, a powerful natural force field, and an unimaginable force.

What a huge miracle will be created by the death of all things. This miracle can even make any extraordinary person ever tremble. It can be painted in the picture and hung in the king's castle. It can be sung by the bards a thousand times. year.

The fruit of this "miracle" cannot even feed a tenth of the people who feed the plain of the Holy Spirit.

The great cause of shit.

Beltila opened his eyes.

"I'm a druid." She looked at Norris, suddenly speaking as if headless.

Norris didn't understand for a while: "Ah?"

"It's nothing, it just happened to remind me of my identity," Beltila said with a smile, and that smile was no different from that of a human. "Perhaps, it's time to do something the first-generation pioneers should do."

Yeah, the Blazers, she almost forgot that she was still a Blazer.

She also experienced that kind of difficult time. When rushing out of the wasteland, everyone was short of clothing and food in a barren wasteland. When there was no medicine and no help, the magic tools were all ineffective and they could only be carried by people. When reclaiming land, digging stones from the mountains into plows, and digging earth to build houses.

The hungry people walked on the road, and one fell down while walking. The king led his army to stay on the side. He died on the high ground before the war ended. An unknown plague broke out in the pioneering area. She led the druids in the school. By virtue of his own vitality surpassing ordinary people, he usually tries his medicine out ... doesn't that day come?

At that time, the Blazers had no "miracle" to count on.

She seemed to understand a little bit what the "outlander" had left her.

"Mr. Norris, I wish you all the best," Bertila said. "As for ... I will work with the druids here. In fact, they are trying to cultivate more suitable for cold regions before Seeds, just no progress for a while. "

She has accumulated knowledge for hundreds of years, some from the Holy Spirit sect, and some from all things.

There are still remaining culture sacs underground. Those sacs have been used to make terrible monsters, but if used properly, they can also be used in the right way.

The Cecils don't know how to use those dangerous things, but she does.

She has wasted too much time. Although she wants to live like a plant and no longer remember those dark and crazy pasts, she can't waste all her time on photosynthesis.

Norris' eyes were a little brighter, and although he didn't understand what was happening, he seemed to feel that the lady who was lacking energy at the moment was suddenly fighting spirits.

Anyway, this is a good thing.

"Thank you for your help," he said sincerely. "This is a great thing for countless people and even generations in Fukuzawa."

Bertila nodded with a smile: "Don't forget to bring my fruit when I leave. I can still provide the rations needed for a medium-sized town."