Solin region.

The warmth of the Moon of Resurrection has spread throughout the Plains of the Holy Spirit, and the plants and trees that had been dormant for months in the cold winter have begun to regain their vitality at an alarming rate, and beyond the Thorin region, the originally bare plains are now covered with greenery, and the spreading vegetation has finally connected to the eternal spring land of "Thorin", and the once clear boundaries on the edge of the giant trees have gradually blurred.

This is a good day to heal wounds.

Inside the giant tree, in Bertila's private laboratory, fluorescent plants illuminate the room covered with wooden structures and vines and leaves, and in the center of the room there are winding vines and wooden stakes to form a platform of about two meters, a large number of catheters and nerve fibers used to transport biomass and conduct nerve signals hang down from the roof and connect to one end of the platform, and Andersa Wendell, with long gray hair, lies quietly in the center of the platform, not yet waking up from her slumber.

With a faint grinding sound, several biomass catheters and nerve fibers retreated from near Andrisa's skull, moving towards the edge of the platform.

Dressed in a white researcher's uniform, Bard Wendell stood beside the platform, looking at his daughter lying on it with some unease, rubbing his hands together from time to time, carefully observing every slight change in Andessa's slumbering expression, or looking up at Bertilla, who was standing aside and in charge of controlling the situation.

"Where are we now?" Bud didn't know how many times he couldn't help but ask, "How long will it take for her to wake up?" ”

"Be patient, Bud," Berthira glanced up at Bud, and behind her stretched a number of vine-like nerve fibers, the ends of which connected several important nerve nodes in the room—they looked like some kind of glowing fungal nodules that grew in one piece on the wooden surfaces of the walls and roofs, "Her eyes have regenerated, but it is a delicate job to reconnect the complex optic nerve into the brain, and I am directing this delicate process...... This is not a simple flesh regeneration technique such as bone healing muscles. ”

"I understand, I understand," Bud touched the tip of his nose with some embarrassment, he was a druid himself, and he actually knew how important these necessary processes were, but as a father, it was difficult for him to control his mentality at the moment—especially since he had been absent from Andesa for more than twenty years, "Will there be any after-effects for her after this?" Do I need to recuperate after waking up? ”

"If you're in control, she'll probably have to lie down for a few more days when she wakes up, but if I do it myself, she'll just feel like she's having a dream — relax, Mr. Bud, and I'll give you back a bouncy daughter...... Well, given Andessa's character, probably won't be alive either. ”

Bertilla made a rare joke, and Bud realized that it was the other party to soothe his nervousness, which made him grateful and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect it...... You will also reassure others. ”

"I've always been good at appeasement," Bertila gave Bard a faint look, "do you have any questions about that?" ”

"Okay...... You're really good at appeasement, but you weren't so gentle in the past," Bard shook his head with a strange expression, "After all, injecting neurotoxins into the veins after putting people down with poison ivy is also part of 'pacifying'......"

Bertila glanced at Bard silently, if it was her, she might have prepared a lethal amount of neurotoxin at this moment, but at this moment she just shook her head, and then her eyes returned to the sleeping Andessa: "I can see that you care about this child very much." ”

"I've been absent from her for more than twenty years," Bud said frankly, looking at Andessa, his eyes softening...... I don't know how I can make up for it. I missed almost every important moment in my daughter's life, her growth, her frustrations, the way she thought about the world, her preferences for all kinds of things, her every joys and sorrows...... I don't know anything about any of this. I'm a stranger who has never been involved in her life, and I'm connected by blood, but now I don't have anything left but this empty 'care'. ”

"Really...... Unfortunately, I have no children, and I have long forgotten what my father was like, and I can't quite understand these complex emotional entanglements, so I can't take the place of either of you at this moment," Bertila said in a cold voice, "but I'm curious, since you've missed a large part of your daughter's life, what do you plan for the future?" ”

"Future?" Bard smiled a little helplessly, "I only hope that Your Majesty's great idea can be realized, and there will be no more fighting between Typhon and Cecil, so that I may still have a chance to meet Andessa in the capacity of Bad the wolf general, and even have the opportunity to meet my own father...... As for what I want to do, I ......"

He said this with some hesitation and embarrassment, as if he did not know whether his thoughts were suitable for such an occasion, and Bertila noticed this, and casually asked, "What exactly do you want to do?" ”

“…… I don't know if I'm still qualified to say that," Bard smiled, looking at his sleeping daughter, "and dreaming of a chance to see Andesa walk into the wedding...... She was of the right age, but she didn't seem to have thought about it at all...... Please don't laugh, I know it's a bit strange to say this at this point, but it's just a normal thought of a father, Lady Bertila, you know, I'm actually a more conventional-minded person......"

"No, I wasn't smiling, just a little surprised," Bertila looked at Bard, "and I thought you would have a different attitude on this issue - because as far as I know, many fathers don't really want to see their daughters suddenly taken by some strange and lucky bastard......"

Bud's expression became more and more strange: "This...... Again, I don't think any lucky young man can match my Andelsa, but ...... If it is a young man as good as General Philip, he would be eligible. Of course, there was little hope for the two of them, even if the ...... between Cecil and Typhon was not taken into account Lady Bertila, you did laugh this time, didn't you? Please be considerate of a father......"

"No, I'm not laughing at you," Beltila's smile grew visibly on her face, and she raised her hand to the platform beside her, "I just wanted to tell you that Andesa is awake." ”

Bard was stunned for a moment, then looked at his daughter lying on the platform with surprise, and the latter opened his eyes almost at the same moment—with a tangled and annoyed expression.

Bard instantly noticed the change in Andessa's expression, and immediately realized something, and suddenly looked up at Bertila: "Wait, when did she wake up?!" ”

"When you mentioned 'neurotoxin,'" Bertila said with a smile on her face, "but in order to get her used to it better, I suppressed some of her nerve signals for the time being...... Except for hearing. ”

Bard: "......"

At this moment, he suddenly missed the neurotoxin that Bertilla was good at using when he was a dark sect.

"Wait a minute, Andelsa, don't get excited, I'm just talking about my thoughts," Bard said in some incoherent words in great embarrassment, "you have to understand that people can't be tense forever......"

"Well, I don't mean to disturb the touching emotional exchange between father and daughter, but at this time we should still be concerned about the physical condition of the 'patient' first," Bertila suddenly spoke next to her, her voice sounding like heaven to Bard, "Andesa, blink your eyes, look at what you are looking at - how does it feel?" ”

Andesa actually had a lot to say to her father, but at this time she was the first to respond to Bertila's command, first she lowered her head to look at her body, and then raised her head to look around the incredible "tree house", and after the initial discomfort was slightly improved, she finally decided on one thing: she had two eyes again.

Bard also turned his attention back to Andesa's eyes, he looked up at his daughter, and after the latter brushed the hair that blocked one side of the eye in front of his forehead, he immediately noticed the abnormality of the eye - the newborn eye was a bright red color, although the whole was still beautiful, but it was in stark contrast to the other light gray eye, which surprised him: "Wait a minute, the color of this eye ......"

"As I said, there are limitations to the new flesh regeneration technology, and that is," Bertila said, handing a mirror to Andelsa, "but rest assured, aside from the difference in appearance, there is nothing wrong with this new eye, it works just as well as your original eye—if not better, it's brand new." ”

Andesa took the mirror and finally saw her appearance at the moment - under the gray-white broken hair, the two eyes of different colors looked particularly eye-catching, even a little weird and terrifying, but she finally nodded lightly: "There is nothing wrong with this...... This allows me to remember everything that has happened more clearly. ”

"Since the patient himself has no opinion, then I can declare this treatment a complete success," Beltila smiled, "but I would like to warn you, Miss Andelsa, that such eyes may make it a little more difficult for you to marry...... But you don't have to worry too much, your good father will definitely work hard for your marriage. ”

Andesa and Bard's expressions changed at the same time, but Bertila's figure had gradually dissolved into a wriggling vine, and only the voice came from the depths of the branches: "Then I will not disturb the precious relationship between father and daughter—good luck, Mr. Bard Wendell." ”

……

The canopy of the giant tree swayed gently in the wind, the layers of green leaves swelled gently like waves, and in the warm breeze, Beltila's figure emerged from the top of the canopy, and she raised her head to show a satisfied and slightly happy expression in the bright afternoon sun.

It's not easy to make this kind of expression change with a woodenized body, but she feels that the happy thing that happened today is worth putting on a smile.

The sun is good, photosynthesis is equally pleasant, Bertila narrows her eyes, and at the boundary of her perception, the roots and branches of the Thorin Giant Tree touch the vigorous breath of life on the plains of the Holy Spirit, and in her other perceptual system, the "narrator neural network" is bustling, and a huge amount of information is rapidly exchanged at the nodes of various hubs on the plain of the Holy Spirit, and finally converges on the top of the giant tree of Thorin, and the nerve fibers that live in symbiosis with the obelisk of magic continue to tell Bertila what is happening in the distance— It even gave her the illusion that the entire human world had been integrated into the ever-growing web of complexity.

Just bask in the sun every day, photosynthesize, produce some fruit, feed the little animals on the plains, immerse yourself in the sun, read distant news, or anonymously post some "interesting notes" about the giant trees of Thorin...... Life seems to be good after turning into a plant?

Beltila felt her thoughts drift away, melting into the warm sunlight, but a high-privilege notification suddenly entered the neural network that woke her up, causing her eyes to widen.

"Air Defense Identification Notice?"

Bertila muttered, subconsciously looking up at the sky, the magic network hub tower in the north of Red Maple City was sending back signals, and the monitoring devices distributed all over the plain were also constantly sending more accurate tracking records, she slowly moved her gaze under the guidance of these signals, and finally caught those small black shadows that appeared from the edge of the canopy.

The shadows quickly grew larger—though they might still look too small to tell on the ground, Bertilla could see what they were as they skimmed over the Thorin Tree.

It was a small group of dragons, marching through the clouds in a queue.

Bertila watched in amazement at the massive creatures, but she didn't forget to forward the identification markers on the network, she watched as the dragons in a queue continued to fly south, while on several anti-aircraft platforms at the top of the Thorin Tree and several positions on the surface, the tree guards lowered their Gorgon cannons pointing at the sky, and large missile launchers and iridescent devices also released their locks on those alien air targets.

"It's a dragon, indeed...... And more than one? It wasn't until the dragon shadows disappeared into the sensing range of the Thorin Giant Tree that Bertila withdrew her gaze to the sky, "This is a rare occurrence...... It looks like 'Brother Gawain' is going to make a terrible move again? ”

……

The vast expanse of the Plains of the Holy Spirit slowly receded in view, the green mountains and rivers glittering silver in the sunlight as distinct as lines on a canvas, and Melita felt the magic in the air and let out a low roar from her throat.

After losing the assistive interface provided by the Omega system, it took her a long time to finally get used to flying long distances entirely on her own physical vision and body perception, which was not easy at first, but now she has found ...... Without those complicated auxiliary interfaces, the world can be more vivid in my eyes.

At this moment, Kassandra's voice suddenly came from behind her, "I've always wondered - why do you dragons suddenly roar when you're flying?" ”

Melita restrained the emotion in her heart, tilted her head slightly and said, "Isn't this strange?" Don't you krakens sing when you travel in the sea? ”

Kassandra's voice became surprised: "Ahhhh To be honest, it's not very good......"

Melita: "......"

"Hey, why don't you talk again?"

"Nothing, just a little envious of you."

"Envy? Do you envy us for singing so well? ”

Melita listened to the voice coming from her back, showing a somewhat helpless expression, she didn't know how to explain her sudden sentimentality to this kraken, so she could only nod vaguely: "Almost." ”

Kassandra, who was riding a dragon on Melita's back, suddenly became happy: "Okay, I'll sing you a song, I'm idle anyway, so I should thank you for taking me all the way......"

"Well, it's not ......"

"You're welcome, the Kraken likes to sing," Kassandra said without allowing Melita to refuse, "what style do you like to listen to?" I'm good at dying heavy metals......"

Melita: "? ”

"Wait a minute, I'll rub my tail and change into a set of instruments first......"

Melita: "? ”