From the fertile woodlands to the valley corridors, from Boulder City to Fort Solin, from the Gurgon River to the mountain passes at the entrance to the East, the lands that were once burned by war and frozen by the bitter cold for a winter are rapidly recovering.

Warm winds from the south swept through the vast fields of the Thorin region, shaking the green seedlings in the fields and waving the flags fluttering on the walls of Sorrinburg, with the Cecil emblem on a blue background and gold on the flags.

A young officer in a black and blue coat walked briskly down the semi-open corridor that spanned the city walls and the fortress, passing through the newly restored passageway, through the brand-new arch of the main fort, through the two-hundred-thirty-four-year-old inner fort cloister, and finally knocking lightly on the wooden door of the headquarters of the construction corps.

After receiving a response, the young officer pushed the door open.

Margarita, dressed in knight's clothes, with a refreshing ponytail and a heroic temperament, was sitting behind the desk, she raised her head and looked at the subordinates who appeared in front of her: "Something to report?" ”

"Yes, sir," the young officer said with a crisp military salute, "I have received a summons from Boulder City, Red Maple City, and the Rich Woodlands that the magic network hub devices required for the second phase of the project have been successfully activated, and the backbone of the network in the eastern part of the plain has now been formed. ”

Margarita nodded, "How's the situation at the main hub of Thorin?" ”

"The main Sorin hub is operating well and all data is in line with expectations. Ms. Bertila also provided a very detailed observation report on the Nexus Crystal Array, which has been approved by a team of experts and will be presented to you after it has been collated. ”

"Whew......" Margarita exhaled softly, "our efforts for so long have not been in vain...... It is one step closer to His Majesty's plan for a nationwide network. ”

"We seem to be the fastest growing region outside of the southern border, which has already been built," said the young subordinate with a hint of pride, "and we are building in ruins much faster than the rest of the world—and then on the West Bank." Then there are the western and eastern borders. It is said that the north has only begun to prepare for the second phase of the project until now......"

"This is because the Empire has given us more than half of its engineering forces and countless manpower and material resources," Margarita glanced at her subordinates and shook her head, "and it is precisely because the east coast is a reconstruction zone that we can progress so quickly - the construction corps is based on the reconstruction of the camp, and the establishment of the camp while advancing the magic network hub, and the convenient 'infrastructure' such as the Thorin Giant Tree, these conditions are not available in other regions." ”

“…… You're right. ”

"Don't talk about that," Margarita waved her hand, "the backbone network is only the first step, and it is the easiest step among them, it is not difficult to connect the 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 they must be completed."

"We still have a lot to do while we wait for the progress of other major projects. You go and get ready, and there's a meeting tomorrow morning......"

Margarita exhaled softly as the young subordinate left, and after a little composure, she got up and left her desk and strolled to the floor-to-ceiling window next to her.

The recovering Solimburg is bathed in the bright midday sun, and the residents who have migrated here are busy making a living in the gradually renovated city blocks.

A group of merchants from the east are loading and unloading goods in the square below the castle, bringing with them the most popular sugar and spices, and preparing to transport the local specialty, the "Solin Tree Fruit", to distant lands.

In the other corner of the square, there was a cheerful music: artists from the north were entering the city today, and dancers in bright costumes were whirling and dancing on a makeshift and humble stage, and two young people were busy on the edge of the stage, using magic terminals to create mist and flying snowflakes, adding a touch of amazement to the originally humble stage and dance.

Even if there is a magic web broadcast and newspaper magic shadow in this world, some traditional entertainment still has their room to survive, especially in relatively remote and isolated or special conditions, the limited magic net facilities cannot meet the needs of everyone, and bards and traveling entertainers are as popular as ever.

And these people who are active in the new era are also using their own ways to contact and explore this rapidly changing world, adapting, learning, and trying to survive.

It's getting more and more lively every day.

The female knight from the southern Kant region sighed softly, but she couldn't help but have a smile on her face.

Born and raised in a small place, she was a "knight from the country", and she never imagined that she would one day stand here and have the identity she has now. The position of the head of the Thorin Construction Corps was a position that her deceased father could not have imagined - the old-fashioned old man had guarded the farm for the Kant family all his life, and even as a knight, his knowledge might not be as good as that of an ordinary citizen in this era, but at this moment, Margarita's mind suddenly came to mind a sentence that her father had said to her:

"Margarita, good things don't always happen in this world – a lot of the time, there may be more bad things, but as long as the sun rises tomorrow, we might as well look forward to the future, just as civilians look forward to the next year's harvest."

The knightess's gaze crossed the city, over the walls, and in the condescending castle, the transcendent vision allowed her to clearly see the undulating green waves of the farmland outside the city.

The seeds bred by the Druid Institute and Lady Berthira are thriving on the land, with higher survival rates, greater resistance to cold and winds, and supposedly higher yields – Margarita doesn't know how to farm, but she knows what those undulating waves represent, and that's the hope of the whole plain for a whole year.

The Rebuilding Corps and the builders of the various rebuilding battalions did not waste this opportunity with the help of soil purification agents, and the rebuilding area had already exceeded its original spring plowing plan - now that summer had arrived, hope was surging in the wheat fields.

Soldiers patrolled the towns and villages every day, and Margarita ordered that all the grain-producing areas be set up sentry posts, and heavily armed soldiers and militiamen guarded the fields day and night like dragons guarding treasures, and that no grain could be touched, whether it be bandits that had been cleared out or wild beasts that had destroyed them.

His father did the same when he guarded the farmstead for the Kant family - despite the ridicule that he would sooner or later become a knight with a pitchfork, his father never allowed any bandits or beasts to destroy the farm under his protection.

"In the end, I'm still 'inheriting the family business,'" the female knight from Kant suddenly laughed and muttered to herself, the waves of the wheat field in the distance reflected in her eyes, "It should be a good harvest......

……

There should be a good harvest this year.

A dark-skinned, sturdy man with short brown hair squatted on the edge of the field, carefully plucked a bunch of wheat, observed the plant's health, and then nodded slightly as he placed it in a special crystal glass tube.

Several others were busy next to him, some were collecting soil samples, others were recording and statistically, and others were using alchemical potions to conduct field tests on the land and plants.

"It's good," said the short-haired young government official to the people next to him, "and the seeds look like they're growing well." ”

"The No. 2 wheat seed used in the western region is said to be in poor condition – not too bad, but not at all as expected," another government office official shook his head, "but fortunately, the follow-up of all new seeds except No. 2 has met expectations and the production plan will not be affected." ”

"The purification of the soil was the most successful part, and all the purification plans were overfulfilled," said the person in charge of collecting the soil samples, standing up with a hint of emotion, "I really didn't expect that in the end, it was the Alchemy Factory of Saint-Sunil that had the greatest effect, filling the gap in the purification potion......

"At the beginning, the nobles of the old royal capital carried out the 'New Deal Reform' and built a large number of factories, and then most of them were quickly abandoned for various reasons. However, although the factory was abandoned, at least the equipment inside was a good thing purchased from the South, and it could be used for any debugging - unfortunately some of the factory's machines were dismantled during the war to forge weapons and strengthen the city defenses. ”

"There's no way, Romulin, at least in the matter of guarding the old royal capital, the group of nobles who chose to stick to it in the first place is something we can't blame," 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, "Let's take the sample back to Minister Norris first, he's still waiting." ”

The young government official, known as Romulin, glanced down at the transparent container in his hand, where the vibrant plant was lying quietly and green.

……

As a breeze blew into the room through the open window, Norris slowly opened his eyes, and he saw a figure nearby, the scent of plants wafting through the room.

"It's time to bloom...... "The old man said softly in a voice that seemed to be talking to himself, "it's so fast......

The sound of squirming vines came from the side, and a moving flower vine came to Norris's bed, and Bertila looked down at the old man on the bed among the flowers and vines, and her stiff face couldn't help but show a trace of helplessness: "Now is not the time to care about these things - resting well is your current job." ”

"Haven't I been resting," Norris said with a smile on his wrinkled face as he looked at the woman among the flowers and vines, "I've never rested like this in my life." ”

Bertila frowned at Norris as a gust of wind swept into the room stronger than before, rattling a string of shell wind chimes hanging from the window.

A vine suddenly spread along the floor, walls, and windowsills, closing the windows quickly and silently.

Norris glanced at Berthira helplessly: "The druids say fresh air is good for me. ”

"Fresh air doesn't blow twenty-four hours a day—it depends on how strong it is," said Bertila coldly, "and can the druids compare to mine?" When I picked up the oak cane, their grandfather's grandfather hadn't given birth yet. ”

Norris was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing—but perhaps by laughing too hard, his laughter quickly turned into a series of coughs.

The coughing was stopped by Bertila's healing spell.

"Is that laughable?" The former patriarch of the Society of the Dead of All Things, the former pioneer saintess, and the former Princess Typhon frowned at the moment, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"I just remembered Your Majesty, and he would say something like that," Norris gasped and said slowly in a low tone, "I suddenly wonder if people like you who have lived for a long time like you like to joke about age and seniority......"

"We're just stating the facts, but the fact itself sounds like a joke," said Bertila casually, "why don't you think about your own business—how about it, and accept my offer?" Aging is one of the most difficult laws of life to reverse, but there is still a way, I can make the methods I have used as much as possible less harmful, and among your younger juniors, I believe that more than one person will be willing to give a small part of your ......"

"Ms. Bertila, I know you mean well," Norris interrupted, "but you know my answer.

"I can't accept prolonging my own life at the expense of the health of others.

"While I know that this is the result of your efforts to improve the forbidden arts, we all know that this level of improvement is still not in accordance with the laws of the Empire...... This is true even if there are volunteers.

"The law and order of the empire...... It's something we paid a lot for, and I don't want it to be damaged, especially not to set a precedent from me.

"Because...... I love it all. ”