Cecil's newspapers and radio broadcasts were interesting things, and there were always all sorts of news from afar, and she had been interested in these two new things since she was a human, and she had become even more enthusiastic about them when she became a plant.

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

In order to satisfy the Thorin Tree's request, the Cecil people stationed here showed proper goodwill: they would bring the latest newspapers and magazines, and Margarita even ordered a magic web terminal to be placed next to the trunk of the Thorin Tree, so that Bertila could control and watch it herself.

Bertila learned of Norris's name in the agriculture section of a newspaper and on a Magic Net show.

This is indeed a great man, the head of the empire, and it is said that he was one of the founders of Cecil's foundation.

Even though he was just an ordinary person with no supernatural abilities.

Bertila couldn't help but look Norris seriously again, and she sensed that the old man in front of her might not be as old as she had thought at first.

He's just aging too early.

She had seen a lot of this kind of old and frail appearance—many of the ancestors who rushed out of the wasteland in the pioneering era and struggled to survive in the wasteland, and the poor people who still struggled to survive in the kingdom era after that.

She saw so many stories from Norris in an instant that she couldn't help but be a little surprised, but her dulled face didn't show this faint psychological fluctuation, she just asked curiously, "Are you here for me?" ”

"I'm coming to see 'The Miracle of the Thorin Tree', which is said to be alive in spring," Norris nodded slowly, "I saw it, it's really incredible...... You almost completely heal the area. ”

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

"Can you see that?"

"I can see a little," said Bertila, "and from the highest point of my canopy, I can faintly see the tidal flats at the edge of the pine valley, where smoke has recently risen, and the crystal towers that have been erected. ”

Norris nodded, "That's Camp Pine Grove Valley, they're restoring the lumber yards and mines there in preparation for next year's work on the Red Maple Reconstruction Camp." ”

"You must have had a hard time...... I know it's winter outside," Berthira said slowly, "why do you have to do this in the winter?" You can wait until the snow melts in late spring next year – you can hide in the warmer southern cities first. ”

"After a winter, hungry jackals will completely occupy the wasteland, and in late spring, we will spend our time building camps, repairing houses, and digging for water, and every time we miss the opportunity to plough, we may miss one more crop of food, and someone may starve to death," Norris said calmly, "There is not a surplus of food in the south, and the food raised in the west is only enough for us to sustain next year's harvest, those areas that are short of food...... Whether people survive or not may really be just a bite to eat. ”

After a few seconds, Bertila spoke softly, "...... You don't want to starve to death, do you? ”

"No one deserves to starve to death." Norris said.

"But there will definitely be people starving, at least this winter, at least until the plain of the Whitsunday recovers......"

"Perhaps, but that's not the reason," Norris shook his head, "I'm the Minister of Agriculture, and Your Majesty has given me the task of feeding every Cecil as much as I can—it's a citizen's right to be fed, and other than that, it's not something I'm going to think about. ”

A gust of wind blew from afar, with a slight coolness, which was mild compared to the cold winter wind outside, but it still made Norris cough a few times.

There was a rattling sound from the canopy of the giant tree of Thorin, and the cool breeze stopped abruptly.

"Thank you...... It's your power, right? Norris felt the soothing sensation in his body, he was no longer the ignorant farmer he had been, and he could guess the extraordinary power contained in it, "I feel a lot better." ”

"It's just a little trick, don't care."

Norris was silent for a moment, and suddenly waved his hand to the people who came with him: "You guys go and rest first, I want to stay here for a while." ”

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

"I'm in good shape right now," Norris said to the young man with a smile, "and I want to talk to this lady a little longer." ”

“…… Be. ”

The entourage left.

Under the Thorin tree, only an aging Minister of Agriculture stands opposite each other as a former pioneer who has witnessed seven centuries of ups and downs.

"Your health is not optimistic, Mr. Norris," Bertila was the first to break the silence, "as a mortal, your end is near. ”

Norris smiled and shook his head, "...... I know, but it doesn't feel good to hear someone say it so directly. ”

"I'm sorry, it's been a long time since I've tried to speak softly," said Bertila, "and do you want my powers to help you live longer?" ”

"I know a pretty good druid...... Although there are some problems with his personality, he is very good, he said that aging is the destiny of most mortals, and even the divine art before the fall of the white star is difficult to reverse this law. ”

“…… He's right, so it seems that you're not looking for me for your physical condition," Bertila looked into Norris's eyes, "So are you really just here to see what the Thorin Giant Tree looks like?" ”

"I want to see what can be useful here for our rebuilding efforts," Norris smiled, "especially the food issue...... After all, it's home to some of the Empire's finest druids, as well as a giant Thorin tree known as a 'Wonder of Nature'. ”

Bertila thought for a moment, and suddenly there was a rustling sound from the nearby bushes, and a small gray beast ran out of it, holding a fist-sized red fruit in its arms.

Bertila bent down, took the fruit from the little beast, and handed it to Norris in front of him: "This is my fruit, according to the humans here, it tastes good and filling. ”

Norris took the fruit with some surprise, looked at it carefully, and asked, "You...... How much fruit can it bear? ”

"Probably enough to feed a person in a medium-sized town. And if you don't mind the taste and the slight toxicity, you can eat the leaves in the short term, and you can feed two or three times the population, but please don't pick too many at once - I also need to photosynthesize. ”

“…… We don't just have one town to eat," Norris shook his head, "but the fruit should do solve some problems." ”

"I'm afraid I can't solve the problem of food shortage in the whole plain," Bertila shook his head, "even if I pumped more heat out of the ground and turned the open fields around Solimburg into fertile fields, it would probably not be enough." ”

Norris pondered, and then asked, "Can the miracle of the Thorin Giant Tree be replicated?" ”

“…… I'm afraid not. The formation of the Thorin Giant Tree is a very complex factor, which requires the power of the gods, the life of a large number of high-level druids, the magic accumulated over a long period of time, and the uncountable luck, and even then, I have not yet fully understood how I came to this transformation. Mr. Norris, there won't be a second Thorin tree, at least I don't know how to recreate the process. ”

Norris sighed deeply, "Well, I should have thought of it too. The problem of eating for countless ordinary people really can't hope for miracles that cannot be replicated. ”

Listening to the other party's words, Bertila suddenly repeated softly: "A miracle that cannot be replicated......

"Yes, tens of thousands of ordinary people need food, the empire needs large areas of grain production, we need a plan that can be replicated, promoted, and used in most places, not a miracle, otherwise it will ......" Norris said, looking at the red fruit in his hand, and shook his head with a wry smile, "Otherwise, it will be a cake on the table of the nobles." ”

"Cake on the noble's table?"

"Delicious, but for a few," Norris shook his head, "and most of them will starve to death outside the castle." ”

Bertila fell silent suddenly.

The wind blew through the canopy of the Thorin Giant Tree, rattling among the foliage.

After a few seconds, she broke her silence: "We never thought about this path......"

Norris didn't hear clearly: "What road?" ”

"No, it's nothing," Bertila shook her head, "I just suddenly remembered one thing, not long ago, I had arrogantly scolded a young man for never looking down at those lowly people, now think about it...... It's just ridiculous. ”

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

"Plans? Of course, we will continue to rebuild this land," Norris said indifferently with a smile, "We will rebuild those major areas on the east bank of Gorgon and around the red maple, and we will set up camps in important forest farms, mines, and water sources, and we will measure inch by inch, and rebuild inch by foot, and sooner or later this place will come back to life, and as long as the people are still there, there is always hope." ”

Bertila didn't speak, she was silent for a long time, staring at the old man in front of her, who was almost at the end of the line.

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

Those who are setting up camp in the icy snow of the Plains of the Holy Spirit in preparation for the coming year's planting; those who are trudging on abandoned roads to transport supplies for the reconstruction project; Those who are negotiating with neighboring countries on the borders of the Empire, trying to solve the food shortage.

One percent of the transcendent, ninety-nine percent of the ordinary.

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

She closed her eyes, but she could only close the eyes of the mimic body, and the perception of the Thorin Giant Tree was still on, allowing her to see the entire Thorin region clearly, and to be able to perceive herself clearly.

There was a giant tree almost the size of a town, towering to the top of the clouds, a powerful natural force field, and unimaginable extraordinary power.

What a miracle that the end of all things will create, a miracle that can make even any transcendent person in history shudder, can be painted in a picture scroll and hung in a king's castle, and can be sung by bards for a thousand years.

The fruit of this "miracle" could not even feed a tenth of the population of the plain of the Holy Spirit.

Great cause of bullshit.

Bertila opened her eyes.

"I'm a druid." She looked at Norris and suddenly said as if she had no head.

Norris didn't understand for a moment: "Huh? ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I just remembered who I am," Bertila smiled, a smile that was indistinguishable from that of a human, "maybe it's time to do something that the first pioneers should have done." ”

yes, Trailblazer, she's almost forgotten she's still a Trailblazer.

She had also experienced that kind of difficult time, when she rushed out of the wasteland, when everyone was in a savage wasteland, when everyone was short of food and clothing, no medicine, and isolated, all magic tools failed, and they could only use people to carry them on their shoulders to reclaim the land, and when they chiseled stones from the mountains into ploughs, and dug earth to build houses.

The hungry people walked on the road, and they would fall down as they walked, the king led his army to defend the border, and died on the high ground before the war was over, and an unknown plague broke out in the pioneer area...... Didn't that day come too?

At that time, the pioneers could not count on any "miracle".

She seemed to understand the purpose of the "Wanderer" who had left her behind.

"I wish you all the best, Mr. Norris," said Bertila, "as for this...... I'll figure it out with the druids here. In fact, they had been trying to breed seeds that were more suitable for cold climates before this, but they didn't make progress for a while. ”

She has accumulated hundreds of years of knowledge, some from the Holy Spirit Sect, some from the Society of the End of All Things.

There are also remnants of culture sacs in the ground, which were once used to create terrifying monsters, but if used correctly, they can also be used in the right way.

Cecil didn't know how to use the dangerous things, but she did.

She had wasted too much time, and although she wanted to live like a plant and no longer remember those dark and crazy pasts, she couldn't waste all her time on photosynthesis.

Norris's eyes widened a little, and although he didn't understand what was happening, he seemed to feel the lady in front of him, who had lacked energy a moment ago, suddenly become more energetic.

Anyway, that's a good thing.

"Thank you for your help," he said sincerely, "and this is a great blessing to countless people, if not countless generations." ”

Bertila smiled and nodded, "Don't forget to take my fruit with you when you leave—I can still provide the rations needed for a medium-sized town." ”