Sword of Dawn

Manufacture a large number of general-purpose aerial platforms, then dismantle the entire forward base and build on those platforms, and put them directly into the wasteland under the cover of ground troops...

After being annoyed for a while, Gao Wen suddenly smiled and sighed, and felt a little relieved—after all, he still lived in this era for too short a time, and the impression of anti-gravity technology in his mind was always unavoidable. On the other hand, since the burden of the entire empire was on his shoulders, he hadn't directly intervened in the technical field for a long time, so he couldn't help but feel a little out of step.

In this regard, Rebecca, who has always been with the most cutting-edge technology, has obviously stepped ahead of him.

This is not to be upset, but should be a comforting thing.

Rebecca didn't know how many thoughts flashed through her ancestor's mind just a few seconds ago, she just looked at Gao Wen with some worry, and dared not speak softly until the other party's expression eased: "Master Ancestor ...are you all right?"

"Of course it's okay," Gao Wen laughed, "I'm very happy, really—your plan is very good, I think it can be started immediately, with the help of the large number of achievements here in Project 115 and the factories that have already started producing accessories , The general air platform you conceived now has a very good foundation. After you go back, you can compile a report, and then list an initial budget statement, and I will say hello to Hetty."

Rebecca's excited expression froze instantly when Gawain mentioned the name "Hetty", the girl's face visibly trembled, and her voice lowered several degrees: "Uh...Master Ancestor, Auntie Bian...won't you really get angry after receiving the new budget?"

"So I want to say hello to her in advance," Gao Wen said with a helpless expression, "The main thing is to prepare her mentally..."

Chapter 1188 Family Letter

Autumn is getting stronger, and the cool breeze in the evening has completely replaced the once dry and hot summer atmosphere. The wind from the northern plains blows through the tops of several trees outside the office, shaking the crumbling leaves in the setting sun. There was a sound, and two more flying leaves were blown by the wind, whirled all the way through the open window, and just landed on the desk, next to a pen that was writing rapidly.

Hetty's attention was interrupted by this fallen leaf. She raised her eyes and looked out the window, and her hand that was signing also stopped unconsciously. When she saw a group of migrating birds flying in the clear and high sky, this The Grand Consul of the Empire couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and whispered to himself softly: "It's autumn again... This year has finally passed most of the year without incident."

Then she snapped her fingers lightly, and the window was closed by invisible magic power. Amidst the crisp clicking sound, the autumn wind that seemed too cold due to the approaching evening was blocked out of the window.Hetty lowered her head, and her attention returned to the document that seemed to never be finished. After confirming again, she was ready to sign her name at the end of the document.

But an unexplained chill suddenly hit her, causing her hand, which was about to sign, to tremble suddenly, almost drawing a deep ink mark on the paper.

Hetty was stunned, and the eldest princess of the empire frowned, and muttered dumbfoundedly: "Could it be that Rebecca did something again... No, she must have thought too much, her The side project has been very stable recently, and an additional fund was approved not long ago... probably because I am too tired."

She laughed a little self-deprecatingly, rubbing her forehead lightly, but couldn't help but look at a filing cabinet not far away—the financial summary for the first half of this year and the financial plan for the second half of the year were locked in that cabinet , not all of them, of course, only the part of the documents that must be handled by her personally.She turned her eyes back again, and scanned a document that had just been sorted out on the table. The parchment cover of the document was printed in clear large letters: "New Trade Memo for the Circumcontinental Route (Northern Section)".

In these piled up documents, the economic river of the empire flows, which is an unimaginable amount under the economic system of the old era. It is a huge wealth that the former Ansu land nobles could not touch in their entire lives, just as the ancestors often As he said, money that flows is money, and an economic system that can circulate quickly is like gold that flows. As the Grand Consul who personally manages most of the internal affairs, Hetty has a true understanding of this that is difficult for others to match.

However, this huge wealth always comes and goes in a hurry-the circumcontinental route and the railway trade line have indeed brought amazing income to the empire, but each of the huge projects planned by the empire is also a big money-sucking big spender, regardless of Is it the resettlement project in the Holy Spirit Plain in the next quarter, or the basic road, communication, and energy projects across the country, or the expansion of education in the East Territory next year, or the 115 project that Rebecca is leading... Behind each of these projects is what seems to be forever Countless budget statements, "gold coins like flowing water", seeped into these items and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This makes Heidi sometimes even have some kind of illusion, as if there is not much difference from when the family was down and down. Although the money in hand now is already an amount that he could not imagine back then, it still flows in as much as he wants every year. No matter how much you go out, the end result is still no money...

Some out-of-the-ordinary thoughts seemed to be turning in her mind, Hetty laughed, she patted her face lightly, let herself jump out of these weird thoughts, and looked up out of the window—on a sunny day Under the sky, from this office, she could directly look at some high-rise buildings in the southern urban area. She saw a clock tower standing near the Imperial College, and the church spire and the energy tower of the Magic Technology Research Institute stood in the background at dusk. , there is a bustling urban area, where tens of thousands of people live and work here, and visitors, scholars, and travelers from all over the world gather in this city...

The "gold coins" that flowed and infiltrated each project did not really disappear. They left the most precious traces on this land: the order that the ancestors worked hard to build, the country that the citizens of the empire built together, these Undeniable traces are far more valuable than coins waiting to rot in a castle.

...But Project 115 is indeed too costly...

Accidentally thinking about the things that gave her a headache recently, Hetty's expression that had just relaxed became a little stiff for a moment, she could only sigh helplessly, and turned her gaze back to the next document waiting to be processed. On the head-up position, a string of bold letters is clearly printed: "Start-up Plan for the "Gate" Project of Contracting Fort".

……

When the Holy Spirit Plain is approaching dusk, the giant tree of Sorin, known as the "miracle", will present a more dreamy and wonderful scene than during the day-the last few rays of sunlight from the sky will slant and sprinkle under the crown of the giant tree. A huge arc-shaped "big screen" is intertwined in the long and narrow space between the giant tree and the earth, and as the giant screen gradually dims, the countless vines hanging from the giant tree will begin to emit soft fluorescence, those connecting The luminous flowers wrapped around the canopy and the supporting pillars of the earth will also bloom one after another—a fairy-tale world will descend on this land in the evening, even the wolf general who once had a heart of steel, facing this scene It is inevitable to want to indulge in "fairy tales".

Bud stood on a suspended platform at the edge of the lower tree canopy, looking at the vines and glowing flowers that were emitting fluorescence, watching them illuminate the "shadow area" that was falling into the night like stars, and suddenly lightened. Sighed lightly.

A chic and clear female voice came from behind him: "Bud, are you thinking about your daughter again?"

Bud was startled by this voice. He turned around and saw General Margarita standing behind him in a chic cavalier uniform. The highest military officer in the Thorin region had a faint smile on his face. , with no entourage around.

"General," Bud immediately stood up straight and saluted with a meticulous attitude, "good afternoon."

"Relax, relax, I'm resting now, and you're not working," Margarita waved her hand, "You haven't answered my question—are you thinking about your daughter?"

"...For the sake of face, I want to cover it up, but since it has been seen, I can only admit," Bud forced a smile, "I'm a little...not used to it. She liked this platform very much before, Especially in the evening, this is one of the few public areas where she is allowed to move around, where she can see most of Solingborough and the plain scenery outside - she often said that this place is very similar to what her mother gave her when she was a child. Her 'Green Fairy' story about the castle surrounded by giant trees...but I have no idea what stories my own wife told her daughter."

Margarita stood there, looked into Bud's eyes seriously, and shook her head after a long time: "Sometimes a long separation is not terrible, what is really difficult is that after a long separation, we can finally get together, but after a short reunion After that, I faced another farewell—although I often feel that the stories told by bards are too hypocritical, but this is the only sentence I always agree with.”

Bud opened his mouth, and finally he could only smile helplessly and nodded: "Who says it's not..."

Margarita looked at him, and after a moment's pause, she suddenly showed a serious look, and raised her voice: "Researcher Bud Wendell!"

Bud was taken aback, although he didn't know what happened, but he instinctively straightened his body instantly, and responded loudly: "Yes, General!"

At some point, Margarita took out a thick envelope from behind her, raised her hand and handed it to Bud: "Stretch out your hand and take your letter from home!"

"A letter from home?" Bud was a little dazed. He subconsciously took what Margarita handed to him, but he didn't realize it was a letter until two seconds later. He blinked and stared at the envelope. Those cross-border stamps and inspection marks one after another, his eyes finally fell on the familiar emblem of sword blade and wolf head, which finally changed his eyes, and his voice was full of astonishment, "This... ...Is this..."

"It's okay to go back and read it, and it's okay to open it now—anyway, you should be able to imagine that this letter has been opened and checked by more than one inspector before it was delivered to you," Margarita nodded, " From your daughter."

Bud finally confirmed that what he saw in front of him was not a hallucination, and what he held in his hand was not a fake, but he still couldn't believe it—he was not an ignorant country man, he was very aware of his special past and sensitive identity, and he knew better about his own How special is the family status in Typhon? On one side are the former wolf generals and dark believers, now technical experts and secret personnel, and on the other side are current senior military officers and top nobles from other countries. Such a special situation can be placed in any era. It made the officials in charge of related affairs sleepless at night, but now... he actually received a "letter from home" from Typhon?

"I know what you're thinking, Mr. Bud Wendell," Margarita had been paying attention to Bud's expression, and she laughed at this moment, "It's not easy, there are too many sensitive links involved, you There are still many issues left over from history, whether it is Cecil or Typhon, there are people who are nervous and worried about this, but you should feel lucky that there are still people willing to help you, and...we have a tolerant monarch.”

Speaking of this, the female general paused for a while, and then added casually: "Well, since the letter can be delivered, it means that Rosetta Augustus is also okay..."

"...I should thank everyone who provided help, our Majesty, and you," Bud excitedly grasped the letter in his hand, and controlled the urge to open it now, "I didn't expect at all... ..."

"Let's talk about this later, you can find time to buy me a drink," Margarita waved her hand, "You should be more grateful for the peace between us and Typhon now, and hope that this peace can last longer A little longer. As for now...do you want to take it apart and have a look?"

Bud hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't hold back. He carefully opened the seal of the letter, and while pulling out the letter paper, some lightweight objects sealed with transparent wax fell into his hands.

It was a small golden flower sealed in wax. It was not a rare species, and it could be seen everywhere in the central and western regions of Typhon. However, for the Wendell family, such a small golden flower had a different meaning.

His eyes fell on those flowers that had been made into specimens for a long time. It can be seen that the craftsmanship of these wax-sealed specimens is definitely not good. Those beautiful petals were wasted, but Bard knew...the people who made these small specimens were not some "handy" noble girls themselves.

He unfolded the folded letter paper, and his eyes fell on the beginning——

"Father, the golden daisy flowers in Changzhi Manor are in full bloom in summer. I picked the most beautiful ones and made them into specimens..."

The letter is very long, and I don't know how long Andersa has had a headache for these words... I'm afraid the pen holder has been bitten to pieces, right?

There was a smile on Bud's face, and his eyes moved word by word on the letter paper. Those dry words and sentences, the ink stains that were accidentally rubbed on, and the paper that was scratched because of writing too hard... all seemed to be blurred in his eyes. with brilliance.

Margarita just waited patiently at the side with a smile on her face. She was very familiar with the expression on Bud's face at the moment. She had seen it many times - those who bid farewell to their hometown and followed the Construction Corps to a land after land. The soldiers in the barren land also looked like this when they received the letter from home.

"There's another one in there—from your father."

After reminding her, she became quiet again, and only the sound of flipping letter paper and breathing remained on the edge of the platform.

Perhaps considering the passage of time, Bud finally increased the speed of reading the letter. Finally, after reading the last line of the letter, he carefully folded the paper, put it back in the envelope, and put the rough specimen He held them in his hand and looked at them several times before putting them and the envelope next to each other. After doing this, he raised his head and looked at Margarita: "Sorry, I've been looking at it for too long."

"Compared to the gap of more than ten years, it's not too long." Margarita shook her head slightly, and at the same time she was a little curious. "Are those golden flowers sealed in wax just now sent by your daughter?"

"Ah... yes, that is a unique handicraft of Typhon, which requires a very special transparent wax. In our side, girls from wealthy families will make this kind of thing to show their dexterity. According to the flowers inside It can be given to elders to express blessings, to friends to express friendship, and even to sweethearts to express admiration... But Andersa didn't like this kind of things since she was a child. I don't know what the meanings of those flowers are," Bud laughed, but he was still muttering, "Alas... It seems that her craftsmanship has not improved at all, and I'm afraid she can't find a sweetheart..."

Margarita coughed twice, and then deliberately asked: "Since you think it's not good, why don't you give it to me?"

"That won't do—Andersa gave it to me!"

Margarita looked at the former wolf general who had already become blessed, and after a few seconds, the two laughed at the same time.

"Okay, we've been delayed for a long time," Margarita exhaled lightly, looked up at the sky in the distance, and then nodded to Bud, "I still have something to do—I happened to meet you just now. To an incarnation of Ms. Bertila, she told me to send a message when I see you, asking you to come to her laboratory after dinner."

"Beltera? Okay," Bud nodded, and then he was a little confused, "but why didn't she tell me directly... This is within the range of the giant tree of Thorin, whoever she wants to talk to, just hang down a tree Vines will do."

Margarita shrugged: "I asked her—she said that life needs a sense of ritual."

Bud: "..."

Chapter 1189 Beltira's Suspicion

For Ms. Bertila, the former dark female headmaster, the more weird changes in personality after becoming a plant, Bard has long been used to it in the past two years, thinking of everyone living on this land in the past two years With all the upside-down events I have faced, these small changes seem insignificant—everything in this world is changing rapidly since the legendary hero who came out of the epic story was unmasked. exception.

Bertila just happened to be the one that changed the most.

"Should there be a sense of ritual in life..." He smiled lightly, and his mood had completely relaxed at some point, "It is indeed like what she would say recently... Well, I get it, I will go to her as soon as possible of."

General Margarita nodded, but before she turned to leave, she kindly reminded: "Mr. Bud—wipe your eyes first."

"Eyes..." Bud froze for a moment, and finally reacted belatedly. He smiled a little embarrassedly, and wiped the cold water marks on his face with the back of his hand, "Thank you, General."

……

Through the luxuriant branches on the edge of the canopy area, through the "curtain" and "green wall" formed by layers of broad leaves, you can directly pass through the pipes extending in all directions in the canopy without going through the connecting passage outside the giant tree The system reached various facilities inside this behemoth - Bud sat in a translucent "container" that looked like some kind of pod, and walked along the semi-open wooden track to Bertila's biochemical laboratory. The probe looked out of the track, and at this moment the container happened to pass through an open section inside the canopy, so some scenes that only those with special access rights could see rushed towards him and appeared in front of his eyes.

He saw continuous ellipsoidal spaces supported by an astonishingly large-scale wooden "skeleton". Although those skeletons were made of wood, they were tougher than steel; they were also covered with strengthened twigs and leaves with metallic luster. Between the wooden beams, domes and ramparts were formed; glowing vines and huge, chandelier-like fruits dangled from the domes, making these "caves in the canopy" brightly lit, not at all like being covered by trees several meters thick. A closed space wrapped by [-] meters of wood and leaves.

And inside these spaces one after another, there are a large number of neatly arranged pods fixed on the barriers of the wooden structure, and the fiber ducts and nerve structures extend from the pods, on the flat and firm ground of the leaves with metallic luster. These pools are connected to "ponds" on the ground, which are covered with a tough transparent shell, and the biomass solution inside is slowly rippling.

Those "water pools" are cross-type biomass splitting pools designed by Bertila himself, responsible for providing nutrients for the biochemical factories here, and thousands of various embryos or biological substrates are sleeping in those pods , most of them are experimental projects of the Imperial Druid Association, and some of them are orders from other domestic institutions, including the unit matrix of the artificial nerve cord, the general-purpose servo brain, and the original plasma.

With the establishment of the alliance today, the connection between countries has become closer and closer, and some orders from abroad have been assigned to the biochemical factory inside the Sorin Giant Tree, but the number of these orders is still very small, and most of them are in the "protocell" Adjustment" stage, will not be sent to these "evolution warehouses".

The tubular track passed over the upper floor of this space, and the personnel transport container was flying briskly on the tube. Bud saw several other tubular tracks extending from the direction of other cabins, and there were also containers running at different speeds inside. The colleagues in the department noticed this side in the container, and raised their hands to greet him - as soon as Bud responded, the containers were quickly transported to other places.

"Still working overtime at night..." Bud shook his head and said sympathetically, and in the corner of his eye, a section of pipeline that had just been formed and was still in the adjustment stage was slowly moving on the dome of the cabin, trying to communicate with the cabin. A traffic interface on the opposite side was connected, and a huge warning message was projected above a Magic Net terminal hanging nearby: The traffic tube is growing here, please do not use it.

In the Solin area, many people know that this giant tree that covers the plain has an extremely large and complex internal structure, with countless factories, laboratories, living quarters and other various cabins hidden in her trunk and branches , even hidden in the depths of her roots, and these structures are changing every day, dividing, growing, and perfecting into more incredible appearances, but almost no one can accurately and completely figure out the internal structure of the Sorin giant tree, nor Know what her blueprint for the next stage of growth looks like.

Even in the entire empire, there are very few people who can know these secrets. This should include General Margarita, the supreme officer here, Pittman, the president of the Imperial Druid Association, several grand consuls, and the highest officials of the empire. The head of state—but the person who knows the most first-hand situation is undoubtedly the "person" of this giant tree, that Ms. Bertila.

Bud was relaxed, and some thoughts were divergently turning various thoughts. The outside light dimmed, and the pod container was running into a closed "tunnel". The light inside the container automatically turned on after a slight delay. The light emitted by the luminous cells illuminated his slightly smiling face, and after a short while, the outside of the pod became bright again, and he looked up to the "window", his sight through the transparent gel shell The "window" formed, saw that he had arrived at a brightly lit interior space—Ms. Bertila's laboratory had arrived.

The pod opened silently, and Bud got out of it, and walked towards the depths of the laboratory with ease. After passing through a "leaf door", he saw the owner of the laboratory—Ms. Beside a round table not far away, the roots and vines under her feet spread out in a relaxed posture, and a set of exquisite tea sets was placed on the round table in front of her. The hot air was lingering, and the fragrance of tea floated into Bud's nostrils.

Bertila looked at the liquid in the teacup very seriously, and probably had been looking at it for a long time before Bud arrived, then she nodded slightly, as if affirming the fragrance of the tea, then reached out to pick up the teacup, Seriously pouring water on his head - this is exactly what Bud saw when he entered the house.

The former General Wolf was taken aback, and subconsciously blurted out: "Ms. Bertila?"

Bertila had already sensed Bard's breath, she turned her head unhurriedly, and nodded slightly to the visitor: "You came a little earlier than I expected - I heard that you have a letter from home, I thought you At least half an hour late because of this."

"Uh... I've received the letter from home... It's not important," Bud was stunned, and then pointed to the top of Bertila's head, "The key is what are you doing?"

"Can't you see?" Bertila gently shook the empty teacup in his hand, "I'm drinking tea."

Bud was dumbfounded: "On the head?"

"Mr. Bard, have you never watered flowers since you were a child?"

Bud: "...uh... I thought you could at least use your mouth... You see, at least from the outside, it would look more normal... Well, your logic is correct, at least from watering the plants Angle—but didn’t you say that life should have a sense of ritual?”

"The sense of ritual is just the decoration of life - if I live by the sense of ritual, I will lose my leaves due to malnutrition from tomorrow," Bertila said casually, then picked up the teapot and put it on the round table Filled the two teacups half full, and invited Bud, "Sit down and have a cup of tea first, this is what I just grew out of."

Bud was about to walk towards the round table, when he staggered suddenly and stared at the former dark headmistress dumbfounded: "Wait a minute, you grew this tea yourself?! You make tea with the leaves you grow?! "

Bertila seemed a little helpless at Bud's fuss, she shook her head, reached out to pick up her own cup of tea, this time she didn't pour it on her head, but directly soaked her fingers in the water, and the cup The liquid in the water was absorbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then she glanced at Bud, and said in a very natural tone: "The leaves fall back to the roots, and the fallen leaves in autumn return to the soil and become the nourishment for the trees in the coming year. I just give A pot of boiling water was added to this process—Mr. Bard, why are you making such a fuss?"

Bud sat down at the round table with a very strange expression. He had to admit that what the "Ms. Tree" said was really reasonable, at least logically he could not refute it, but this did not prevent him from looking at the The cup of tea (and the few young leaves floating in the tea) felt strange, but soon, he thought of the Solin tree fruit that was very popular in the Solin area and the local specialty candied fruit developed on this basis, The strangeness in my heart was quickly diluted calmly.He picked up the teacup and took a sip. The strange fragrance finally calmed his confused thoughts: "Thank you, the taste is very good, Ms. Bertila."

Bertila showed a slight smile: "Very well, it seems that the tea is very effective, and you have calmed down, so that we can talk about business."

Bud couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, and said that he didn't need any "calmness" at all without these damn teas. His thoughts were already very clear, but in front of Bertila, he didn't say these words after all, and only A slightly embarrassed smile: "What do you want from me today?"

"Some... old stories about the time of the Dark Order," Bertila took his fingers out of the teacup, watching the last remaining traces of water on it being quickly absorbed, with a low tone in his tone, "In Among the patriarchs at that time, there was a pair of elf sisters... Do you still have any impression of them?"

"Rayna and Fierna?" Bud thought of it quickly after a little recollection, "Of course, I remember them—they were responsible for many things in the eastern and central areas of Old Ansu. I have dealt with them a lot during regional activities. What's the matter? Why did you mention these two people suddenly?"

Bertila didn't answer directly, but asked casually: "Do you know where they went after the sect collapsed?"

"Well... I heard that they tried to win over Typhon, but failed and fled into the wasteland," Bard said uncertainly. "You should know more about this information than I do."

"Yes, they fled into the wasteland," Bertera nodded, "and there are clues that they may have colluded with the group of believers who are entrenched in the wasteland and are plotting to bury them in the old capital of Gondor." The power of the power——so, His Majesty has been investigating this matter, and learned a lot of information about the pair of elf twins from me..."

"I've heard about this too." Bud nodded.

"So, I would like to hear your 'impression' now," Bertila said, "About the Fierna sisters, have you ever felt something... particularly unsuitable from them?"

"Particularly inconsistent?" Bud frowned, "This is really a broad question... In my opinion, there are many places where they violated, and even one of the upper echelons of the entire sect at that time was not a big deal." Normal, even I am not very normal—Ms. Bertila, you know that it was difficult to find rational and normal people in the end of all things at that time, and everyone has all kinds of eccentricities and habits, As for the elf twins... their way of speaking, their way of getting along with each other, their intertwined personalities and memories, these are all wrong, especially after reading some of the information disclosed by the Theocratic Council and knowing that they actually share the same soul... ...it just feels weirder."

"Well, it seems that my question is not specific enough," Bertila shook her head, "I mean, have you ever felt inhuman qualities from them? Whether it's the knowledge you have, or your words and deeds Is there a sense of inhumanity in the way of thinking revealed in the film, or in the perspective of the world, or in the power revealed occasionally?"

"Inhuman?" Bud froze for a moment, frowning slightly, "Although I want to say that they are 'inhuman' as elves, I guess that's not what you mean...Sorry, I still don't understand for a while. I really can’t remember. Back then, my highest status was the Wither Priest, one level lower than the Headmaster. When dealing with Sisters Fierna, I basically accepted their orders to do things, and I didn’t have many opportunities to observe them carefully... Then again, why did you ask me to find out about these things? I don't think I'm a very good..."

"Because in this land, you are the only surviving believer of the death of all things besides me," Bertila interrupted without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, "Of course, Pittman is also the same as the original believer." The regiment has some connections... but he is less suitable as a source of information than you."

Bud blinked, understood Bertila's helplessness, and at the same time thought deeply: "It sounds like you have investigated something recently? Or did you suddenly have some guesses?"

"I've been doing some...things recently, and I came across some clues by coincidence. I began to suspect that the elf sisters had deceived everyone from the beginning, since the time of Gondor... 1000 years ago."

Bud's eyes widened. He had already guessed from Bertera's attitude that the pair of elf twins might have problems in the era of the end of all things, but he never expected that this matter could be traced back, even all the way. Going back to the Gondor Empire 1000 years ago - obviously, this matter is more complicated than he imagined.

He looked at Bertila, without hiding the doubts in his expression, and the latter hesitated a little, then stood up from the round table: "Come with me, I will show you something, and you will understand the clues I found What is it?"

Chapter 1190 Beltira's Clue

Bard rarely saw this hesitant look on Bertila's face. Whether it was in the dark sect period or the current empire period, the dark priestess in his impression was always tough and unhesitating. Therefore, when he realized the strangeness in Bertila's attitude, he immediately became very curious.

He maintained this curiosity, did not ask, but got up and followed behind Bertila, he followed the former dark female teacher through the rest area and central area of ​​the laboratory, through the culture sacs, The connecting section of the biomass container and the biological vessel passed through a "leaf door" that he had never seen before, and finally reached the lower floor of the laboratory.

This was an area he had never seen before. In fact, he didn't even know that this laboratory had a "lower area". A more secret space is separated in the "private house". This space is obviously not connected with the traffic pipelines extending in all directions in the giant tree of Sorin, nor does it have any tunnels that can lead to the outside world. To get here, you can only go through the laboratory. The upper floors of the - obviously, no entry unless required.

The fiber partition layer slowly closed behind him, and the glowing plant vines gradually lit up along the wall. The space in front of Bud's eyes brightened. He saw an oval hall with no doors or windows in all directions, and blood vessels emitting dim red light. This kind of tissue was buried in the gaps between the ground and the surrounding walls, slowly flickering like breathing, and several pillar-like wooden structures grew out of the ground, connecting to the dome above. Around those "pillars", Bud saw When it came to the closed culture pods one by one, the shape of those culture pods was similar to the culture containers in the factory area.

"This is your...secret laboratory in the secret laboratory?" Bud looked curiously at Beltira beside him, and then subconsciously asked, "Has this place been reported?"

"Your Majesty knows this," Bertila glanced at Bard, "and only he knows. You understand that I have a certain degree of autonomy, and I am only responsible for certain matters to Your Majesty."

"Well, I do know that you are a 'special citizen' after all," Bud waved his hand, and then his eyes fell on the dormant pods, "What are these? You cultivated them in private Pets or agricultural by-products?"