From the fertile woodlands to the valley corridors, from the Boulder City to Solingburg, from the Gorgon River to the mountain passes at the entrance of the Eastern Border, the land that was once burned by war and frozen by severe cold for a winter is rapidly recovering.
The warm wind blowing from the south blows across the vast wilderness of the Solin region, shaking the green shoots on the fields, and scrolling the flags flying on the walls of Solinburg. ups and downs.
A young officer in a black and blue coat walked briskly on the semi-open connecting corridor between the city wall and the fort. He passed through the newly restored passage and passed through the brand new main fort The archway passed through the inner castle corridor with a history of 234 years, and finally knocked lightly on the wooden door of the command office of the Construction Corps.
After getting a response, the young officer pushed the door open and entered.
Margarita, who is dressed in a knight's uniform, has a refreshing ponytail and a heroic demeanor, is sitting behind the desk. She raised her head and looked at the subordinates who appeared in front of her: "Is there anything to report?"
"Yes, sir," the young officer gave a crisp military salute, and said meticulously, "We have received notifications from Boulder City, Red Maple City, and Fengruo Woodland that the magic net hub devices required for the second phase of the project have all been successfully activated. The backbone of the network in the eastern plains has taken shape."
Margarita nodded: "How is the situation at the Sorin main hub?"
"The Sorin main hub is in good condition, and all the data are in line with expectations. Ms. Bertila also provided a very detailed observation report on the central crystal array. The report has been approved by the expert team, and the relevant information will be sent to you after sorting out Take a look."
"Huh..." Margarita exhaled softly, "Our long-term efforts are finally not in vain... We are one step closer to His Majesty's national network plan."
"Except for the southern border that has already completed construction, we seem to be the fastest-growing region," the young subordinate said with a hint of pride, "We are building in ruins, but it is much faster than other places—followed by The west bank side. Then the west and east. It is said that the north is only now preparing for the second phase of the project... "
"This is because the empire has given us more than half of its engineering power and countless manpower and material resources." Margarita glanced at her subordinates and shook her head, "and it is precisely because the east bank is a reconstruction area that we can make progress. So fast—the construction corps is based on rebuilding the camp, setting up the camp while advancing the magic web hub, and having a convenient 'infrastructure' like the Sorin giant tree, these conditions are not available in other regions."
"...you are quite right."
"Let's not talk about that," Margarita waved her hand, "The backbone network is only the first step, and it is the easiest one. It is not difficult to connect major cities to form a network. The difficulty is that there are still several cities around the city. Unclear towns and even villages, these are all in His Majesty's plan and must be completed.
"We still have a lot of work to do while we wait for the progress of the other districts. You go and prepare for a meeting tomorrow morning..."
The young subordinate left, and Margarita exhaled lightly. After calming down a little, she got up and left the desk, and walked to the French window next to her.
Solimbok, gradually recovering, is bathed in bright midday sun, and the residents who migrated here are busy with their lives in the gradually repaired city blocks.
A group of businessmen from the east were loading and unloading goods on the square under the castle. They brought the most popular sugar and spices here, and they were going to transport the local specialty "Shorin fruit" to distant places.
Cheerful music was being heard from another corner of the square: Artists from the north entered the city today, dancers in bright costumes were spinning and dancing on the temporary stage, and two young people were busy on the edge of the stage, using magic terminals to create The mist and flying snowflakes added a touch of stunning effect to the originally simple stage and dance.
Even if magic web broadcasts and newspaper phantoms appear in this world, some traditional entertainments still have room for their existence, especially in relatively remote and isolated areas or areas with special conditions, where limited magic web facilities cannot meet everyone's needs. Bards and traveling entertainers are as popular as ever.
And these people who are active in the new era are also using their own ways to contact and explore this rapidly changing world, adapting, learning, and trying to survive.
It's getting busier here every day.
The female knight from the Kant region in the south sighed softly, but couldn't help showing a smile on her face.
Born and raised in a small place, she is a "knight from the country". She never thought that one day she would stand here and have the identity she has today. The position of head of the Sorin Construction Corps was a position that her deceased father could not have imagined—that old man had guarded the farm for the Kant family all his life. An ordinary citizen, but at this moment Margarita's mind suddenly appeared a sentence that her father once said to herself:
"Margarita, good things don't always happen in this world—a lot of times, there may be more bad things, but as long as the sun rises tomorrow, we might as well look forward to the future, just like ordinary people look forward to The next year's harvest will be the same."
The female knight looked across the city, beyond the city wall. In the condescending castle, the vision of a transcendent allowed her to clearly see the green waves that fluctuated with the wind on the farmland outside the city.
The seeds jointly cultivated by the Druid Institute and Ms. Bertila are thriving on this land. They have a higher survival rate, higher resistance to cold and wind, and are said to have higher yields—Mag Rita doesn't know farming, but she knows what those undulating waves represent, that is the hope of the whole plain for a whole year.
The empire used the food raised by various parties to exchange for the opportunity for the reconstruction area to last until the next harvest season. The construction corps and the builders of the various reconstruction battalions did not waste this opportunity. With the assistance of soil purification agents, the reconstruction area has exceeded The original spring plowing plan has been completed—now that summer has arrived, hope is surging in the wheat fields.
Soldiers patrolled the villages and towns every day. Margarita ordered sentries to be set up in all grain-producing areas. The heavily armed soldiers and militia guarded those fields day and night like dragons guarding treasures. Whether it is the bandits who have been wiped out or the wild beasts that destroy the fields, neither can touch a grain of food.
His father did the same thing when he guarded the farm for the Kant family. Although some people teased him that he would become a knight with a pitchfork sooner or later, his father never let any bandits and beasts destroy the farm under his guard in his life.
"In the end, I'm still 'inheriting the family business'," the female knight from Kant suddenly smiled and said to herself, the waves of the distant wheat field reflected in her eyes, "It should be a good harvest..."
…
There should be a good harvest this year.
A young government official with dark complexion, strong hands and feet, and short brown hair squatted on the edge of the field, carefully picking out a bunch of wheat. He observed the health of the plant, and then put it into a special crystal Inside the glass tube, one side nodded slightly.
Several other people were busy beside him, some were collecting soil samples, some were recording and counting data, and some were using alchemy potions to test the land and plants on the spot.
"It's doing well," the young, short-haired, brown-haired government office official told those around him. "These seeds look like they're growing well."
"The No. 2 wheat variety used in the Western District is said to be in poor condition—although it's not too bad, but it's not up to expectations at all," another government official shook his head, "Fortunately, all the new seeds except No. 2 The follow-up situation has met expectations, and the production plan will not be affected."
"The purification of the soil is the most successful part. All the purification plans have been overfulfilled." The person in charge of collecting the soil samples stood up and said with a touch of emotion, "I really didn't expect that the alchemy factory of San Sunil produced The maximum effect, filling the gap of the purification potion... "
"At the beginning, the nobles of the old capital carried out the 'New Deal Reform' and built a lot of factories, and then quickly abandoned most of them due to various reasons. But although the factories were abandoned, at least the equipment inside were all good things bought from the southern border It can be used after some debugging—it’s a pity that some of the machines in the factory were dismantled during the war and used to make weapons and strengthen the city defense.”
"It can't be helped, Romulin, at least in the matter of guarding the old capital, we can't blame the nobles who chose to stick to it," the colleague who collected the soil samples shook his head, then looked at the brown-haired The wheat sample in the hands of the young man, "Let's take the sample back and show it to Minister Norris, he is still waiting."
The young government official named Romulin looked down at the transparent container in his hand, and the vigorous plant was lying quietly inside, full of greenery.
…
When a breeze blew into the house through the open window, Norris slowly opened his eyes. He saw a figure nearby, and a scent of plants wafted through the room.
"It's time to bloom..." the old man said softly as if talking to himself, "It's so fast..."
The rustling sound of vines came from the side, and a group of moving vines came to Norris's bed. Bertila looked down at the old man on the bed surrounded by flowers and vines, and couldn't help revealing his inflexibility on his stiff face. With a hint of helplessness: "Now is not the time to care about these things—it is your current job to take a good rest."
"Aren't I resting now?" Norris looked at the woman surrounded by flowers and vines, with a smile on his wrinkled face. "I have never rested like these few days in my life."
Bertila frowned and glanced at Norris, a gust of wind that was slightly stronger than before blew into the room, making a string of shell wind chimes hanging by the window rattle.
A vine suddenly spread across the floor, wall and window sill, closing the window quickly and silently.
Norris looked at Bertila helplessly: "The druids say that fresh air is good for me."
"Fresh air is not blowing around the clock - and it depends on how strong the wind is," Bertila said coldly, "and can those druids compare with me? When I picked up the oak cane Their grandpa's grandpa hasn't been born yet."
Norris was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly couldn't help laughing—but maybe he laughed too hard, and his laughter soon turned into a series of coughing.
The cough was stopped by Beltira's healing spell.
"Is this worth laughing at?" The former patriarch of the Doomsday Society, the former pioneer saint, and the former Princess Typhon frowned at this moment, saying with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"I just remembered His Majesty, he would say similar things," Norris panted, and said slowly in a low voice, "I was suddenly a little curious, do people like you who have lived for a long time like to use age and seniority to judge people? joke… "
"We are just stating the facts, but the fact itself sounds like a joke," Bertila said casually, "Compared to this, why don't you think about your own affairs—how, do you want to accept my proposal? Although aging is one of the most irreversible laws of life, we still have a way. I can improve the method I have used to make it less harmful. Among your young descendants, I believe there is more than one person Will be willing to dedicate a small part to you... ”
"Ms. Belterra, I know you mean well," Norris interrupted, "but you know my answer.
"Prolonging my own life at the expense of others' health is unacceptable to me.
"Although I know that this is the result of you improving the forbidden technique as much as possible, we all know that this level of improvement still does not comply with the laws of the empire...even if there are volunteers.
"The law and order of the empire...we paid a great price for it, I don't want it to be damaged, especially I don't want to set this precedent from me.
"Because... I love it all."