Bertila looked at Gawain with a calm expression.

Although the distressed leaves have fallen, she still has to maintain a calm and indifferent attitude, which is the last dignity she retains when facing the "extraterritorial wanderer" as the last imam of the Society of the Death of All Things.

The Ultimate Book, which has played countless roles for hundreds of years and helped the Society of the End of All Things complete countless key projects, has finally ended its long service, presumably ...... Indeed, this is its fate.

The Grand Imam gave her the book and passed on the Death Society to her, and now it was time for this erroneous path of inheritance to come to an end.

Next, maybe it's the age of the gods, maybe it's the time of the downfall, or maybe it's ...... It really belonged to the era of the Wanderers and the new order he had created, but in any case, since she had survived in the way she was now, she should be prepared to face the fate that followed, regardless of it...... Where to go.

She smiled faintly—she tried to make herself smile like a human, but the vegetative's mimicked face made each of her expressions stiffen: "In this way, we kind of have reached some kind of ...... Cooperation? ”

"I think so," Gawain nodded slightly, "in the Cecil Empire, the Death Society is no longer a threat, and I don't mind having an extra plant in the land I rule that can heal the earth—as long as it's willing to obey the Empire's Basic Law." And you...... I hope you will cooperate with us in our further investigation into the Death of All Things. ”

"Of course," Bertila whispered, the wooden structure around her squirming, the nimble vines and roots diverging again, turning into countless twigs, which slowly entangled, outlining something little by little, "this...... Even if it's my second 'sincerity' in addition to the ultimate book. ”

The twigs finally condensed into outlines, and Gawain was surprised to see that they had formed a large three-dimensional structure, the area of which could cover almost a third of the hall, in which the corridors, rooms, broken walls and compartments were clearly visible.

"It's ......"

"The structure of the dungeon that my roots perceive," Bertila said with a light smile, "I know you've found the 'guide', but Bard doesn't know the full structure of the dungeon, and it's also collapsed and deformed, and about half of the rooms and corridors are no longer in their original locations, or there are hidden structural risks, I hope this map can help you - the reddish-brown room is our lab, the gray-white room is the archive, all our materials - the most advanced and bloody - All of them are in these rooms, so please feel free to use them. As for how to choose...... It's up to you. ”

The most extreme and advanced biochemical technology laboratory in the human world has finally opened its doors to Gawain.

"I'll take advantage of it." He said with a smile.

Amber and the others, who had been waiting outside the hall for a long time, finally received Gawain's order, and when they returned to the hall, they saw at first glance the wooden three-dimensional map that occupied one-third of the hall, but Bertila, who was supposed to be standing near the "map", was nowhere to be seen.

Amber moved to Gawain's side in three or two steps, and glanced around vigilantly before asking curiously, "What about the vegetative person?" ”

Gawain: "Vegetative?!" ”

"Yes, people who grow with plants......"

Gawain: "......"

He also thought that Amber had mastered a word that he had never taught her, and that it had turned out to be so hard to come up with.

"She's still here," Gawain shook his head, "this giant tree is her, the result of a mutation of her forcible confrontation with the power of the pseudo-god's body. And if you're referring to the human body she mimics...... She went deeper, the collapse that we couldn't get into. ”

"That sounds weird...... Amber scratched her hair, "Collapse, it doesn't sound like a good place, what was she doing over there?" ”

Gawain looked not far away, and looked at the secret room behind Bertila, which was once full of human remains, all of which were the remains that Berthira had carried from all over the underground palace in a state of confusion, but now ...... It was empty.

"She went to a funeral – with my permission. After all, even cultists who have been burned to death are allowed to be buried. ”

Amber blinked, and noticed that Gawain was holding a large black book in her hand that she didn't recognize—this book hadn't been seen before: "What is this?" ”

“…… An ancient artifact that may have hidden a huge secret, but now it is damaged, but I think it is still worth researching," Gawain said casually, then looked at the action team members standing near him, and pointed to the map in the hall, "This is the current structure of this dungeon, it should be accurate, and future exploration work will be carried out with this map as a reference, and priority will be given to transferring the things in the gray-white marked room to the surface." For now, let's go back to the surface first, and there's still a lot of work to be done. ”

After waiting on the surface for a long time, the knights Margarita and Pitman finally saw Gawain and his party emerge from the dark passageway.

Although they have been able to contact the action team below through the magic web terminal, Gawain and the strange "female patriarch" in the middle talked alone for a long time, and everyone was very nervous during this time, but fortunately everything was safe in the end, and Margarita couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Your Majesty," the female knight greeted her, "next......"

"It's complicated, we'll talk about it in detail when we get back to camp," Gawain said, glancing around with some surprise - a large number of fallen leaves with beautiful magic patterns scattered on the lush grass and bushes, apparently from the canopy of the giant tree above his head, he looked at the female knight, "What's going on?" Why are there so many fallen leaves all of a sudden? ”

When talking to Bertila below, everything seemed to be normal, so Gawain was a little concerned about the sudden falling leaves.

"I don't know," Margarita shook her head, "it suddenly fell over an hour ago, but nothing else happened. ”

Gawain blinked and touched his chin: "...... Maybe it's too cold, after all, it's plants. ”

It can't be that the distressed leaves have fallen...... Bertila had said she didn't care.

An invisible wind suddenly rolled around, and the grass and trees swayed and made a rustling sound, and Gao Wenxin, who was about to leave this place, stopped with a feeling, he looked in the direction of the trunk of the giant tree, and saw a large number of flower vines wrapped around flowers suddenly grow, the flower vines twisted and stretched, and the figure of Bertila emerged from them.

If it weren't for the fact that there were many vines behind her, and there were roots under her feet that were connected to the earth, Bertila would have looked almost like a normal person when she emerged from the vines.

The vigilant soldiers around them instantly raised their weapons, and Margarita also pressed her hand on the hilt of the molten sword at her waist, but Gawain waved his hand to stop everyone's movements, and he looked at Bertila: "Are you done?" ”

"It's all over," Bertila said lightly, glancing at the wary gazes around her—even though she didn't need to turn the eyes of the mimic body to see everything in the tree's area, she made such a human gesture with the body, and sighed slightly, "It's really unwelcome...... Is that really good? ”

"There's nothing bad about it," Gawain's gaze was calm, "The empire is in dire need of recuperation, this land is in dire need of healing, you are rooted here, heal here, you have this ability." It is far more perfect to return those displaced by the calamities you have unleashed to return to the garden and fill their bellies, and to let your flesh and your fellow citizens become the nourishment of the land, than to create a new pile of ashes on the plains. ”

"I don't have the ability to heal the entire Plains of the Holy Spirit, my coverage is limited to the Thorin region......"

"Then heal the Thorin region, we need a bridgehead for our reconstruction project," Gawain nodded, then paused, "I will remove half of the camp here, but I will keep the military camp on the Sorin Fort side and the guard post in the south." You know what I mean. ”

Bertilla slowly smiled, "The necessary caution, and the necessary kindness, Brother Gawain. ”

……

The weather is getting colder and colder, and winter is approaching, in this country located in the north of the continent, the cold air always comes earlier than elsewhere, but in the relatively warm south, the warmth brought by the giant sun is still a breath of nostalgia for the earth.

Just after noon, the sun shining on the open field on the eastern outskirts of Cecil City, the warm sun dispelling the chill brought by the north wind, Maggie sat on the crate next to the test site, looked up at the glorious sun wheel, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

In the Principality of the Holy Dragon, where there is no such warm sunshine, where there is always ice and snow, and howling cold winds will rule the mountains and forests forever, all the memories of Maggie's hometown are built on the ice, the cold wind, the mountains, and those ancient megalithic buildings that look like tombs.

For many years afterward, her memories were linked to the mountains north of Ansu.

Wintercastle has a warm heartfire, but outside Wintercaste, there are still mountains, snow and ice, and an endless stream of cold air...... But even so, she loved the place, very much.

And here, the southern border of the empire......

The warmth here is different from other places, and the vibrancy here is very different from the rough and warm life of the mountain people in the north.

This novel place, it feels pretty good.

She smiled and looked into the center of the test field.

The magicians were busy around a large, strangely shaped machine, with a main structure that looked like a stubby cone or spinning top, with a large metal ring engraved with runes floating at the bottom, and two wide half-moon wings on either side, and a rudimentary cockpit made of metal and crystal glass could be seen on the upper part of the "top", but on either side of the cockpit was stretched out like dragon wings, supported by a mechanical structure and a steel skeleton, its shape was so strange, So much so that any well-informed great magician and naturalist who came here probably couldn't think of anything known and couldn't guess what it did.

But this strange thing is a treasure in the eyes of everyone here - the respected magicians are busy sweating around the machine, while Rebecca, as the chief designer and commander, is in control, and Maggie even sees the Siren lady named "Tyr" next to her, who is always lazy and unmotivated, has even come to the testing ground, and is now copying sonnets on the ground with the tip of her tail to combat the sleepiness of the sun, while staring hard at the Cecil" A new gadget for machinery".

As a visitor from a high-ranking civilization, Tyr was not only a spectator on the testing ground, but also a small advisor. While the two races' tech trees are so different that Tyr can't say anything about the realm of demonic patterns, she can offer some suggestions on at least some of the technical commonalities, such as mechanics and mechanics.

The technicians seem to have completed the final commissioning.

Rebecca clapped her hands, and then the Imperial princess turned to look at where Maggie was sitting.

"Maggie! OK! Let's fly again today!! This time it will definitely be possible!! ”

Maggie smiled and jumped off the crate and walked towards the weirdly large machine.

Rebecca's chirping voice came from the side: "...... The last crash was a vibration problem with the steering gear wings, and we adjusted the way it was connected this time, and it will definitely work......

"You relax and you can do it normally, the controls haven't changed anything, the joysticks are perfect.

"We're going to fly this time, it's going to fly this time!"

Rebecca clenched her fists, waved it vigorously twice, and then added the last sentence with a bright smile:

"And it's going to land smoothly...... At least face up. ”

(Push time!!) The title of the book is "Player Super Justice", the author does not pray for ten strings (it seems that the newcomer is actually a returning old bird), a book about the crazy things after crossing into the other world and becoming an NPC, and the things are great. ）