"Solimburg?" Andesa whispered the word in some confusion—she didn't know Cecil's names very well, but she had a vague impression of the name, and after a moment of recollection, she finally found the correspondence of this Solimburg from some information and clerical memory, "Ah, I've heard the name...... It's like it's in the plains of the Holy Spirit......"

"Strictly speaking, on the dividing line between the plain of the Holy Spirit and the eastern border, of course administratively it is part of the plain of the Holy Spirit," said Sister Marianne with a smile, "and it is a place full of miracles. ”

"Miracle...... I remember that the Plains of the Holy Spirit had been reduced to a wasteland during the civil war in Ansu, and Fort Solin was the most devastated, and it ......" Andesa couldn't help but whisper, but her words were quickly interrupted by the new scenery that appeared outside the car window, and her attention was completely drawn to the wilderness outside.

She saw a huge tower in the distance, made of metal and artificial stone, even larger than the teleportation tower of Winterwolf, with the glow of magic roaming the surface of the tower, and a huge crystal device at the top of the tower slowly rotating under the support of some mechanical structure, and a series of ancillary facilities could be seen around the tower, like a small fortress.

In the distance, she saw what looked like a cluster of village-like buildings, rows of brand-new houses, their roofs glistening in the bright sun, the leveled earth spread around the village like a huge brown carpet, and the wide roads and street lamps lined up neatly on both sides of the fields.

The train sped through the winter wilderness, which welcomed visitors with a new lease of life.

Andelsa's only remaining eyes widened, and she looked out the window in astonishment, and the scenery was clearly very different from what she had seen from the intel, and what she had sketched in her mind.

"Are we really heading towards Fort Solin?" She finally couldn't help but ask, "This is the war zone that was polluted by the Divine Disaster?" ”

Sister Marianne smiled, "Yes, there is no doubt about it - in fact we have crossed the last barrier of the eastern border, and now you see the land of the plains of the Holy Spirit, with Fort Solin in front of you, and you will see it at the end of the next mountain pass - you will be even more surprised when the time comes." ”

“…… I thought I'd see more ruins and wreckage here," Andesa whispered as if to herself, "it's not what I imagined......"

"We've rebuilt this place - General Margarita and her Construction Corps, as well as the Joint Reconstruction Team led by the Minister of Agriculture, plus the reconstruction volunteers who returned to the Whitsunday from all over the country, hundreds of thousands of people have worked together to rebuild everything you see, and many other things have been built, such as the tower we just passed by and the buildings around it, which is the secondary node of Thorin, part of the Whitsunday Plain Magic Net, and it has a high-powered transceiver that can directly connect to the main hub of Thorin," "In addition, the railway we are taking now is part of last year's construction work.

"Of course, there are still the ruins you mentioned - after all, the plain of the Holy Spirit is so big, and we can't rebuild everything in such a short time. There are still large areas waiting to be revived in the Boulder City and the Rich Woodlands, to which the Supreme Government Office is sending more engineering teams and more resources every month, and about half of those areas are now back in production. But it's so far away that we won't be able to see it on this trip. ”

Andesa listened to all this in amazement, her mind conjuring up many scenes she had never imagined, and she seemed to want to ask something more, when suddenly a whistle from ahead suddenly interrupted her movements.

The train whistled with a high-pitched whistle that echoed between the hills and the plains, and Andelsa felt herself shake a few times before the train pulled out of a gentler mountain pass—the small, obscured mountain was quickly left behind, and the vast plains were paved into Andessa's eyes.

A patch of green, which should not have appeared in the winter, quickly caught her gaze and occupied her gaze.

It was a canopy of trees that shaded the sky, a green city that seemed to float above the plains, a plant, a ...... Challenges the wonders of mortal imagination.

"What's that?!" Andesa even forgot about the pain in her upper body for a while, and subconsciously raised her arm to point outward, her face full of shock.

"That's where we're going," said Sister Marien, "Fort Thorrim—the one you see is the 'Thorin Tree,' which covers the entire Thorin area, and the original castle is now under her canopy, taking up only a small part to the east. Our train will go directly into the outer edge of the canopy, next to the old castle and the newly renovated station. ”

"Thorin Giant Tree......" Andesa muttered to herself in dismay, and then the thoughts that were churning in her head finally calmed down a bit, and some of the information from her memory came back, "I've heard the name, in some documents...... And in the newspapers and magazines of your Cecil. I knew of a 'tree' coming out of the ground, huge like a castle...... But I always thought that was an exaggeration......"

"That's a euphemism—in fact she's bigger than any castle six months ago," Sister Marianne shook her head, "but now she's slowing to a standstill, and theoretically won't grow any longer, otherwise we'd have to worry about the whole plain being shrouded in her canopy...... It seems to me to be quite impressive, but the people at the Ministry of Agriculture don't think so. ”

Andesa looked at the approaching scenery outside the car window with a sense of witnessing a miracle, and as she listened to the nun's story, she suddenly noticed a detail in the other person's vocabulary: "'She'? You say that tree ......"

"Oh, didn't you see the information that referred to Thorin Giant Tree as 'she'?" Sister Marianne raised her eyebrows, "Well, it's understandable, after all, not everyone knows about Lady Bertila...... Including the journalists and families who have written countless articles about the Thorin Tree. ”

Andesa was still confused: "......? ”

Cecil's ...... There are so many things that people don't understand.

……

At the top of the giant tree, a group of vibrant flowers and vines grew from the branches and leaves, and in the cluster of flowers and vines, the figure of a young woman gradually condensed.

Bertila controlled her humanoid mimicry to the edge of the canopy flat, and on the highest overlook platform in the Plains of the Holy Spirit, she looked far away in the direction where the mountains and the plains separated.

In fact, her gaze is meaningless: since she became a plant, her perception has long since become a human, she perceives the world through a vast system of roots and branches that spread towards the sky, and the human form she mimics for herself is actually not visual, but many times, Berthira is still accustomed to doing this kind of "gaze" - which gives her a sense of "fulfillment".

The artificial brain hidden deep in the canopy chamber was working vigorously, and the simulated neural signals kept Bertila's personality stable, and she took a deep breath with her mimic body—the vigorous photosynthesis of the entire canopy made her feel happy.

She "saw" a magical train approaching from the east, already entering the edge of the canopy, and the vines set up near the station had picked up the signal and were transmitting the footage there.

Footsteps approached from behind the mimic body, shoes tapping against the hard blades like feet on concrete floors, and Bertilla didn't look back to know who was standing behind her.

"She's here," said a slightly hoarse voice from Bertilla's essentially wooden structure, "aren't you going to take a look?" ”

The middle-aged man standing behind Berthira was silent for two seconds before breaking the silence with mixed emotions: "...... I didn't know what to do with her. ”

"There's going to be a face," Bertila said slowly, "she's going to be here for a long time, and you can't run away from it forever." ”

Bard tugged at the corners of his mouth: "...... Who is responsible for my current situation? ”

“…… We said we wouldn't mention it. ”

Bard smiled silently and shook his head slightly: "Anyway, the generals on the front line and the archons of the government department really have a big problem for me...... When I first learned the news, I was at a loss, and even now I feel like I'm dreaming. ”

"I can imagine that you were halfway through your listening and suddenly someone called you out and told you that your daughter was one of the first prisoners of war and would be sent to Fort Solin in a few days, and imagine that I knew your chaotic mood at that time," Bertila's slightly stiff and rigid tone took a slight tease to it, "aren't you worried?" I heard that she was seriously injured. ”

Bard was silent for a moment before he whispered, "She's a soldier, and some things are her calling. ”

"She's a soldier, but you're a father, and her vocation doesn't conflict with your worries," Bertila shook her head and turned to face Bard Wendell, "Let's go check it out when we're done with what we're doing, we'll have to face it." I'm sure you've had a few days to prepare, and you've probably thought about how to meet your daughter. ”

“…… This really doesn't look like you," Bard glanced at the former Imam of the End of Everything, "In the more than ten years I've known you, 'Lady Bertila' has always been the embodiment of meanness, cunning and danger. ”

Bertila didn't respond, and Bard didn't care, he just shook his head and brought up something else: "I've come to you to report a situation. ”

"The situation? What's the situation? ”

"This is a record from the listening team in the last few days," Bard handed over a stack of materials in his hand, "We still haven't tracked that signal, but we have found some other traces, which may be of some value." ”

Bertilla didn't really need to use her "eyes" to read the materials Bard had brought, but she reached out and took the papers, and put them in front of her very seriously—life needs some ritual after all, and a plant is no exception—her "gaze" swept over the tables and descriptions on them, and her expression became more serious a little.

She wasn't really an expert in Magic Network communications, signaling, and cryptography, but since the last time she managed to crack the geometry from a mysterious signal, her value in this area has been taken seriously by the higher-ups, and now if the listening team finds a valuable clue, it will definitely give her a copy in addition to submitting it to the higher research department.

"These faint noises that appear randomly are not normal fluctuations in the magic web...... Is that what it means? Bertilla shook the papers in her hand and looked at Bud.

"Exactly—we've checked all the waveforms, and those noises really shouldn't be in the net."

"The noise is faint and chaotic and completely undecipherable – even the 'dot solution' I found earlier doesn't work," Berthira pinched her chin, "what do you think?" ”

"We now suspect that the signal has been being transmitted non-stop, covering our transceiver every minute and every second, and the noise is the trace it leaves behind - but for some reason, the signal has been so badly disrupted and weakened most of the time that we can't decipher its contents, and we didn't even notice it was there until we increased the sensitivity of the transceiver," Bard said slowly, saying what he and his colleagues thought, "From that point of view, we've received signals a few times beforeIn fact, it is not that the signal 'appears' suddenly, but that something that produces interference and shielding effect has a temporary loophole......"

Beltila's face couldn't make an overly vivid expression, but there was still a hint of seriousness in the subtle changes in her countenance: "That sounds...... It's a little unsettling. Have the materials been submitted to the Imperial Capital? ”

"It's been sent, Master Carmel personally replied that he will take the matter seriously, and he will also coordinate the working groups of the listening stations in Ten Grove City, Wintercastle, and Luan to try to find evidence of the existence of these noises in various places," Bard nodded, "If this noise is found everywhere, then our suspicions can be further confirmed." ”

Bertila didn't speak for a while, and after a dozen seconds of thought, she nodded slightly.

"If there's nothing wrong here, I'll go back first," Bard said to Bertila, "and I'm still waiting for a reply from the listening station." ”

Berthira hummed, and Bard turned and walked towards the elevator not far away, but the latter had just taken a few steps out when Berthira suddenly stopped him again: "Wait a minute." ”

"Anything else?"

"Andesa Wendell has been transferred to the West Tower of the Old Castle," said Bertilla, looking at Bard's back, "and it will be her exclusive 'recuperation area,' and if you want to visit, Margarita and I can help arrange it." ”

With his back to Bertila, Bard neither answered nor left, and he stood there for a long time before finally just nodding lightly and continuing in the direction of the lift.