For the people living in the eastern part of the Whitsunday at this time, the arrival of spring not only means the end of the cold winter and the warmer weather, but also the most important turning point of a "battle".

After the suppression of a cold winter, the reconstruction of the plain of the Holy Spirit will be back on track with the advent of the month of recovery, and the day when the ice melts will be the day when humanity will re-enter its former homeland.

Red Maple rebuilds the southern stronghold of the camp.

Doctor Druid, dressed in a white and green-rimmed uniform, sat behind his desk, flipped through a form in front of him, and after his eyes swept over the records, the tall, thin young man looked up and looked at the tall man with a hood standing silently across the table.

"From the Eastern Border region? Signed up on your own initiative? ”

The hooded man snorted simply, as if reluctant to speak.

The registered Dr. Druid was no stranger to this, having seen hundreds of healed people whose crystallization infections had caused unimaginable trauma that was not just physical – but he believed that every healed person had a chance to return to their normal lives, or at least, that they would be accepted here.

"Take off your hood," said the doctor, "don't be nervous, I've seen more." ”

The tall man remained silent, but at least quite cooperative, and he reached out and removed the hood from his head, and then untied the scarf that covered his face.

A face covered in black scabs and remnants of crystals appeared before the doctor, and the scars from the erosion of the crystals spread all the way down the cheeks, even into the collar.

“…… It's a shame that you survived," the young doctor said as he looked at the scars and crystals for a moment, shaking his head with a slight sigh, "but don't worry, there are still many people like you here—the crystal cluster contamination has left tens of thousands of infected people, but you are still welcome in this land—this is your number plate." ”

The young physician handed the "healed" in front of him a machine-pressed metal plate with fine grid lines and the striking number 32.

"Thirty-two...... tall man whispered the numbers above, his voice hoarse, with the wounds left by the crystallization infection.

"You can write your name on the back or not – a lot of healed people have given themselves new names, and you can do the same. But the statistics department only recognizes your number, which is the same for everyone. ”

The tall man didn't respond, just asked hoarsely after a moment of silence, "When am I going to work?" ”

"Don't worry, someone will take you to the place of work tomorrow morning," the young doctor laughed, "before that, you can familiarize yourself with this place and the atmosphere here—"

The roar of the machines came from the window, along with the cries of the workers.

The tall, silent man looked out the window and saw a large tarpaulin-covered vehicle parked in the open field, workers working together to carry the sacks unloaded from the trucks, and young officials in uniform standing nearby, talking to the leader of the convoy, and among those unloading the trucks were both healthy ordinary people and healed people with scars and crystal residues.

The physician stood up from behind his desk and went to the window: "Welcome to the Red Maple Redevelopment Area, everything will be all right—just like this land, everything will be rebuilt eventually." ”

Another large truck covered with tarpaulin drove into the camp, and the warmer wind swept across the flagpole in the square, blowing the strap used to hold the tarpaulin on one side of the wagon, and more builders rushed up, skilfully carrying the wooden boxes and sacks unloaded from the truck.

"This is the last grain that can be raised in the western region," the captain of the convoy said, looking at the last truck and to the young officer next to him, "I hope this will help you." ”

"It's enough," nodded the young government official in his coat, "and we have enough supplies to last us until the harvest season, and we will definitely resume production before then." ”

The captain of the convoy with strong arms and beard looked ahead with emotion, looking at those who were mixed in with ordinary people and still had traces of crystal cluster infection on their bodies: "The infected people are having a hard time in other areas, and when I crossed the border, I saw that there were still villages driving the infected people into the wilderness......"

"They are called 'healers' here, it's an order from above," the young official said, "and the evil forces that have entrenched in the land have been eradicated, the infection can no longer spread, and changing a name is the first step in changing people's minds." Of course, we also understand the fear and hostility of ordinary people towards the 'crystal clusters', so if you meet any more healers from the border areas, you can let them come here, and every reconstruction camp here will accept them, and we will always welcome more labor. ”

"I'll convey it on my behalf - they are suspicious of the propaganda station of the Government Affairs Department, but an ordinary person returning from the reconstruction area should be more able to gain their trust," the team leader laughed, but his eyes swept over the trucks parked in the open space and the reconstruction workers gathered from all over the country, and he couldn't help but sigh softly, "This is really incredible......

"What's incredible?"

"These people, and these things...... The entire empire is in operation to rebuild this plain...... In the Ansu era, who would dare to imagine such a thing? The captain of the convoy sighed and shook his head slightly, "This is what Your Majesty said about the 'new order'......"

The young government official did not respond, but looked thoughtfully into the distance, as if his gaze had passed through the walls of the rebuilt camp and through the vast undulating plains of the wilderness......

……

The blue flags on the walls of Solinburg fluttered and stretched in the wind, and the wind seemed to bring the breath of vegetation and trees, and the long corridor of the research center sounded the sound of hurried footsteps, and a gray-haired druid walked briskly through the corridor, holding a volume of information in his hand: "No. 3 neutralizer works!" No. 3 neutralizer is effective!! ”

The shouts of the middle-aged druids echoed through the hallways, the doors of the rooms opened, and the technicians working in the facility poked their heads out, and after a brief moment of confusion and reaction, cheers finally began to resound throughout the hallway.

The wind blew through the courtyard outside the corridor, and the unusually luxuriant flowers and trees in the courtyard swayed happily in this early spring, and the sound of rubbing between the branches and leaves was like applause.

Near the research facility, next to the testing ground, Norris slowly stood up with the help of his assistant, he listened to the sound of the grass and trees, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the giant Thorin tree, he saw that the huge plant was shaking its crown slightly in the bright sun, and countless branches and leaves were swaying in the wind, as if mixed with whispered whispers.

"Minister, the No. 3 neutralizer has worked," the assistant's voice came from the side, with an unconcealed excitement and joy, "In this way, even the most polluted land can be effectively purified, and the grain-producing areas of the Holy Spirit Plains will soon be able to be re-cultivated!" ”

Norris looked at the land in front of him that had recovered his health, a smile slowly appeared on his wrinkled face, he breathed a sigh of relief unabashedly, looked at the agricultural assistants beside him, and the druid experts, and nodded incessantly: "It's good to be useful, it's good to be useful......"

His gaze swept over the faces that were either tired or excited, and finally landed on a special flower vine in the corner, and the old man walked slowly over and stopped in front of the flower vine: "Thank you for your assistance, Lady Bertila, without you, we would not have been able to find the most effective purification solution so quickly......"

The vines were wriggling, the green leaves and flowers were entwined and growing, and a female figure emerged from them, and Bertila appeared in front of everyone with a flat expression: "Don't thank me...... At the end of the day, I'm just remedying the mistakes we made personally. ”

"But Neutralizer No. 3 was done with your assistance after all," Norris shook his head slightly, "and without your life catalyst, we wouldn't have been able to complete all the sample tests and comparative analyses in just one winter." ”

Bertila listened to Norris's words, and there was only a calm on her expressionless face.

The poisoner knows how to detoxify, and the Death Society, which once spread the curse on this land, naturally has detailed information about this curse, and as a "miracle creation" who inherits the final legacy of the End of Life Society, she has indeed succeeded in helping the people of the Solimburg Research Institute find the best way to neutralize the crystallized contamination in the soil, but in her own opinion......

This really can't be called an "honor."

"It's not enough to find the No. 3 neutralizer, the next challenge is how to mass produce it as soon as possible," an expert at the scene broke the silence, "It takes time for something to go from the lab to the factory, and it takes time to go from raw materials to products - spring cultivation will begin soon, and whether the heavily polluted areas can resume cultivation is the key to our success in getting through this difficulty." ”

"Fortunately, the preparation process of the neutralizer is not complicated, and the existing alchemy factories should all have the production conditions, the key is to prepare the raw materials and modify the reactor," said another technician, "If the alchemy factories in Saint-Sunil and Pompeii start at the same time, it should be in time." ”

Bertila listened to the discussion, the branches and flowers behind her swayed gently: "If you need me, I can help—the eco-pods that grow in my root zone can also be used to synthesize neutralizers, but they may not be as efficient as your factory......"

"Those eco-pods are cultivating the seeds needed for spring planting, and that's just as important to us," Norris interrupted Bertila, "Lady Bertila, trust the power of Cecil Industries, the Alchemy Factory will solve the next production problems. ”

Then, the old man smiled again: "Of course, if there is really a risk of insufficient production, we will definitely ask you for help in time." ”

Bertila quietly looked at the old man in front of him, looking at this old man who did not have any extraordinary power, and even his life was about to come to an end, but led thousands of ordinary people like him and extraordinary people who were willing to devote themselves to this cause to reverse a disaster, and did not speak for a while.

She closed her eyes slightly, her perception spreading, looking at everything in the land.

In this month of recovery, another gust of wind blew through the wilderness plains of the Thorin region, and the wind blew through the canopy of the giant trees of Thorin, setting off endless waves among the layers of branches and broad leaves.

The giant magic obelisk placed at the top of the giant tree in Thorin emits a faint blue light, floating in the air and running calmly, and in the hub monitoring station set up at the bottom of the tree trunk, greetings from distant sites are emerging from the magic net terminal directly connected to the obelisk:

"The Luan Hub sends a message to the Solin Hub and says hello to the compatriots in the redevelopment area – the weather is fine in Luan today."

Deep underground in the Giant Tree District, between the winding and huge root system, the former headquarters of the Society of the End of Life has been occupied by vines, roots and modern civilization, bright magic crystal lamps illuminate the gloomy and oppressive rooms and halls of the past, under the illumination of the lights, lush plants are clustered with translucent ecological pods, and in the pale yellow biomass solution, there is a large amount of life wrapped in a culture medium - no longer twisted experimental creatures, nor deadly god monsters, it is the most ordinary grains and legumes, And it's maturing at a rapid pace.

It was the result of a winter of Berthira and the Imperial Druids, a catalyst for cultivating successful individuals countless times, and a seed that could thrive in lightly polluted areas.

Imperial druids dressed in robes or robes were busy between the culture vessels, observing samples, recording data, and screening individuals, quietly and orderly, and with seriousness.

This reminded Bertila of the past, of the days when the Cultists of the Dead were busy in the dungeon.

But everything is clearly very different.

Technology, after all, has returned to its proper direction.