From the fertile woodland to the valley corridors, from the Stone City to Solinburg, from the Gorgon River to the mountain passes at the entrance to the East, the land that was once burned by war and frozen by the cold for a whole winter is rapidly recovering. .
The warm wind blowing from the southern region swept through the vast wilderness of Solin, swaying the green seedlings in the fields, and rolling the flags fluttering on the walls of Solin Castle, with blue and gold patterns on the flags. The Cecil emblem undulates in the wind.
A young officer wearing a black and blue coat walked briskly on the semi-open connecting corridor between the city wall and the fortress. He passed through the recently restored passage. , passed through the brand-new main castle arch, passed through the inner castle corridor with a history of 234 years, and finally gently knocked on the wooden door of the Construction Corps command office.
After receiving the response, the young officer pushed the door open and entered.
Margarita, who was dressed in knight uniform, with a refreshing ponytail and a dashing temperament, was sitting behind her desk. She raised her head and looked at the subordinates who appeared in front of her: "Anything to report?"< /p>
"Yes, sir," the young officer gave a crisp military salute and said meticulously, "I received a message from Boulder City, Red Maple City and Fertile Woodland about the magic network hub device required for the second phase of the project. All have been successfully launched, and the network backbone in the eastern plains has been formed."
Margarita nodded: "How is the situation at Solin's main hub?"
"Solin. The main hub is operating in good condition and all data is in line with expectations. Ms. Bertila also provided a very detailed observation report on the central crystal array. The report has been approved by the expert team and the relevant information will be reviewed for you.”
"Huh..." Margarita breathed out softly, "Our efforts for so long have finally been in vain... We are one step closer to His Majesty's plan to connect the country to the Internet."
"Except for the southern border, which has already completed construction, we seem to be the region with the fastest progress," the young subordinate said with a hint of pride, "We are building in ruins, but we are building much faster than other places. ——The second is the west bank. Then the western and eastern borders. It is said that the northern border has only begun to prepare for the second phase of the project..."
"This is because the empire has allocated more than half of its engineering power to Countless manpower and material resources have been given to us," Margarita glanced at her subordinates and shook her head, "And it is precisely because the east coast is the reconstruction area that we can make such rapid progress - the construction corps is based on the reconstruction camp, Setting up a camp while advancing the Magic Network Hub, and having such convenient 'infrastructure' as the Thorin Giant Tree, these conditions are not available in other areas."
"...You are right."
“Let’s not talk about this anymore,” Margarita waved her hand, “The backbone network is only the first step, and it is the simplest step. It is not difficult to connect major cities into a network. The difficulty is that there are countless towns and even villages around the city, and these are all in His Majesty’s plan and must be completed.
"Waiting for it.While the regional project is progressing, we still have a lot to do. You go and prepare for a meeting tomorrow morning..."
The young subordinate left. Margarita breathed out softly. After calming down for a while, she got up and left the desk and walked over. Go to the floor-to-ceiling window next to it.
The gradually recovering Solinburg is bathing in the bright midday sun, and the residents who have moved here are busy running about their lives in the gradually repaired city blocks.
p>A group of merchants coming from the east are loading and unloading goods in the square under the castle. They have brought the most popular sugar and spices here, and are preparing to transport the local specialty "Thorin Tree Fruit" to distant places.
The sound of cheerful music is coming from another corner of the square: today there are artists from the north entering the city. Dancers in colorful costumes are spinning and dancing on a simple temporary stage, and two young people are busy on the edge of the stage. Then, the magic terminal was used to create mist and flying snowflakes, adding a stunning effect to the original simple stage and dance.
Even if magic network broadcasts and newspaper magic appear in this world. Movies, some traditional entertainment still have room for their survival, especially in relatively remote and isolated areas or areas with special conditions. Limited magic network facilities cannot meet everyone's needs. Bards and traveling entertainers are as popular as ever. .
And these people who are active in the new era are also contacting and exploring this rapidly changing world in their own way, adapting, learning, and trying to survive.
This place is becoming more and more lively every day.
The female knight from the Kande area in the south sighed, but she couldn't help showing a smile.
She was in one. Born and raised in a small place, she is a "knight from the countryside". She never thought that one day she would stand here and have the status she has today. Her position as the leader of the Thorin Construction Corps was something her deceased father could not imagine. Location - the farm that the old man had guarded for the Kant family all his life. Even as a knight, his knowledge might not be as good as that of an ordinary citizen of this era. But at this moment, Margarita suddenly had a thought in her mind. What her father once said to herself:
“Margarita, good things don’t always happen in this world—many times, there may be more bad things, but as long as the sun shines tomorrow, If it can rise, we might as well look forward to the future, just like civilians look forward to the next year's harvest. ”
The female knight looked across the city and beyond the city wall. In the condescending castle, her extraordinary vision allowed her to clearly see the green waves undulating in the wind on the farmland outside the city.
The seeds jointly cultivated by the Druid Research Institute and Ms. Bertila are thriving on this land. They have a higher survival rate, higher cold and wind resistance, and are said to be higher. Yield - Margarita doesn't understand farming, but she knows what those undulating waves represent, which is the hope of the entire plain throughout the year.
The empire used the food raised from various sources to give the reconstruction area the opportunity to last until the next harvest season. The construction corps and the builders of various reconstruction camps did not waste this opportunity. With the assistance of soil purification chemicals, the reconstruction area The original spring plowing plan has been exceeded - now that summer has arrived, hope is surging in the wheat fields.
Soldiers patrolled villages and towns everywhere every day. Margarita ordered sentries to be set up in all grain-producing areas. Heavily armed soldiers and militiamen guarded day and night like dragons guarding treasures. In those fields, nothing - whether it's bandits that have been wiped out or wild beasts that destroy the fields - can't touch a grain of grain.
My father did the same thing when he was guarding the farm for the Kant family - even though some people teased that he would turn into a knight with a pitchfork sooner or later, my father never let any bandits or herds destroy it in his life. A farm under his own protection.
"In the end, I still 'inherited the family business,'" the female knight from Kant suddenly smiled and said to herself, the waves of the wheat fields in the distance reflected in her eyes, "It should be a good harvest. …”
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There should be a good harvest this year.
A young Government Affairs Department official with dark skin, strong hands and feet, and short brown hair squatted on the edge of the field and carefully pulled out a bunch of wheat. He observed the health of the plant, and then Put it into the special crystal glass tube and nodded slightly.
A few other people were busy beside him, some were collecting soil samples, some were recording and making statistics, and some were using alchemy potions to conduct on-site tests on the land and plants.
“The situation is good,” the young government affairs official with short brown hair said to the people beside him. “These seeds look like they are growing well.”
“The No. II wheat used in the Western District The seeds are said to be in poor condition - not too bad, but not at all as expected." Another Government Affairs Office official shook his head, "Fortunately, the subsequent conditions of all the new seeds except No. II have met expectations. , the production plan will not be affected."
"The purification of the soil is the most successful part, and all purification plans have been exceeded," the person responsible for collecting soil samples stood up and said with a hint of emotion. , "I really didn't expect that it was St. Sunil's alchemy factory that played the biggest role in the end, filling the gap in purification agents..."
"Back then, the nobles of the old royal capital were engaged in the 'New Deal Reform'. A lot of factories were built, and most of them were soon abandoned due to various reasons. However, although the factories were abandoned, at least the equipment inside were all good things purchased from the south, and they could be used after debugging - it is a pity that some of them were used. The machines in the factory were dismantled during the war and used to forge weapons and strengthen the city's defenses."
"There was nothing we could do about it, Romlin, at least when it came to guarding the old royal capital, he chose to do so. We can't blame the nobles who held on." The colleague who collected the soil sample shook his head, and then looked at the wheat sample in the hands of the brown-haired young man.Ben, "Let's take the sample back to Minister Norris for a look first. He's still waiting."
The young Government Affairs Department official known as Romlin lowered his head and glanced at the transparent container in his hand. The vibrant plant is lying quietly inside, full of green.
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When a breeze blew into the house through the open window, Norris slowly opened his eyes. He saw a figure nearby and a fragrance of plants. Ripples across the room.
"It's time to bloom..." the old man said softly, as if talking to himself, "It's so fast..."
The rustling vines squirmed. A sound came from the side, and a group of moving flower vines came to Norris's bed. Bertila looked down at the old man on the bed among the flowers and vines, and couldn't help showing a hint of helplessness on his stiff face: "Not now. When you are concerned about these things - taking a good rest is your current job."
"I'm taking a rest," Norris looked at the woman surrounded by flowers and vines, with a hint of wrinkles on her face. Smiling, "I have never had such a rest in my life as I have in the past few days."
Bertila frowned and glanced at Norris. A gust of wind that was slightly stronger than before blew into the room, causing the hanging A string of shells and wind chimes rattled in the window.
A vine suddenly spread along the floor, wall and window sill, closing the window quickly and silently.
Norris glanced at Bertila helplessly: "The druids said fresh air is good for me."
"Fresh air is not blowing around the clock— —And it depends on how strong the wind is," Bertila said coldly, "And can the level of those druids compare with mine? Their grandfather's grandfather hadn't been born yet when I picked up the oak cane. "
Norris was stunned for a moment, and suddenly couldn't help laughing - but maybe he laughed too hard, and his laughter soon turned into a series of coughs.
The coughing was stopped by Bertila's healing spell.
"Is this worth laughing at?" The former leader of the Society of the Death of All Things, the former pioneer saint, and the former Princess Typhon frowned at this moment and said with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"I just thought of His Majesty. He would also say similar things," Norris took a breath and said slowly in a low tone, "I suddenly became curious, are you people who have lived for a long time like you?" They all like to joke about age and seniority..."
"We are just stating the facts, but the fact itself sounds like a joke," Bertila said casually, "Compared to this, Why don't you think about your own affairs - how about you accept my proposal? Although aging is one of the most difficult to reverse the laws of life, we still have ways. I can improve the methods I have used as much as possible. Not so harmful, and among your young descendants, I believe there is more than one person who would be willing to dedicate a small part to you..."
"Ms. Bertila, I know you areGood intentions," Norris interrupted, "but you know my answer.
“I cannot accept this to extend my life at the expense of the health of others.
“Although I know that this is the result of you improving the forbidden technique as much as possible, but We all know that this level of improvement is still inconsistent with the laws of the Empire...even with volunteers.
“The law and order of the empire...we paid a great price to obtain. I don’t want it to be damaged, especially I don’t want this precedent to be set by me.
“Because… I love all of this. ”