"These rails are the last for today." Leaf poked her head out from the crown of the tree. "Thank you."
"Leave it to me!" Molly patted her flat chest and whistled. "Come out, my servant Momota!"
A blue sphere emerged from the void and quickly expanded to the height of a tree branch. It stretched out its two transparent arms, scooped up the steel rails on the ground, and swallowed them. However, the rails were too long, and it was not realistic to swallow them completely. Therefore, the front and back ends were exposed, and at first glance, it looked like a sphere that had been pierced.
"Momo... Tower? I remember you called it Momoka last time. "
"Did I?" Molly tilted her head. "But that's not important. The important thing is to shout it out. That will make you look imposing, right?"
"Uh," Leaf thought for a moment. "Did Mystery Moon tell you that?"
"Hey, how did you know?" Molly asked curiously. "She also invited me to join the Detective Group."
Since the release of the magic movie, Lorgar had made a deep impression on everyone when she transformed into a giant wolf and pounced on the enemy for the sake of her sister. Later, the Detective Group added fuel to the fire. Shouting slogans while displaying their abilities had gradually become a fashionable practice among the young witches. This was not a secret in Neverwinter. However, Miss Leaf had stayed in the Misty Forest for a long time, and the last time she showed up was at His Majesty's coronation ceremony. It was beyond Molly's expectation that she knew so much.
"Because... no, it's nothing." Leaf coughed twice and turned to look in the direction of Neverwinter. "There are new supplies entering the forest. I'll go there first."
Although Molly was eager to know the answer, she tried hard to suppress her curiosity and waved at Leaf.
In the blink of an eye, the latter turned into a flickering spirit and merged into the shadow of the tree.
It was said that this ability could make her appear from one end of the Misty Forest to the other in an instant. As long as it happened in the forest, there was nothing that Leaf did not know. Thousands of trees could also become the foundation for her to absorb magic power. Because of this, she could control the plants to continuously transport building materials to the front line. The efficiency of the magic servant was not even worth mentioning compared to this.
This was the power of an evolved ability.
Molly wondered when she could become like Miss Leaf. She had been in Neverwinter for about four or five months and could read and write well. After learning the Principles of Nature, it should be her turn to evolve.
She climbed onto the head of the Magic Servant and controlled Momota to walk out of the forest.
As soon as she left the forest, a bustling scene immediately appeared in front of her.
"One, two, three, rise!"
"A little more to the left!"
"Slow down, slow down!"
Nearly a thousand workers were standing on both sides of the railway that extended to the northeast, repairing Tower Station Zero in an orderly manner. As the first stop on the way to the Taquila Ruins, it also served as a cover for the terminus of the forest. Four blockhouses were located at the four corners of the station, connected by trenches and retaining walls. Workers dressed in various colors, some of whom were even bare-chested, walked through them. If one did not know His Majesty's plan in advance, it would be difficult to associate this place with the front line just by looking at this scene.
"Oh, isn't this Miss Molly? Thank you for your hard work! "
"Sorry to trouble you again today. The train crew is really busy."
"Miss Molly, there's a steam engine here that has fallen. Could you help us fix it?"
The Magic Servant slowly walked through the crowd with the railway. From time to time, people would greet her or ask her for help. She had only been here for a week, but many people had already remembered her name.
Although Molly's main task was to prevent accidents from happening to the "Seagull", as long as someone asked for help, she was happy to lend a hand — just like she had done on Sleeping Island.
Molly also felt happy when she saw others smiling and thanking her.
What made her even happier was that on Sleeping Island, only the witches and a few people from the Fjords would thank her. Apart from loading and unloading the goods, there was not much she could do to help. Here, however, people treated her like a celebrity and needed her help everywhere. As the saying went, the more gratitude one had, the more happiness one had. As long as the "Seagull" did not take off, she would take the Magic Servant along the railway for a whole day.
After leaving Tower Station Zero, the scenery along the way changed again.
Columns of smoke vaguely appeared in Molly's field of vision.
Those were the traces left by the trains.
In fact, these steel beasts were the main force that replaced Leaf. They constantly transported materials out of the forest and to the frontline, as if they would never feel tired. The railway she carried was only a small part of the remaining steel beasts.
Unfortunately, according to Princess Tilly, these big guys were not that easy to make. So far, Neverwinter only had two or three of them. This was also the reason why the "Seagull" needed to frequently travel between Neverwinter and the frontline. No matter what happened in the war on the Fertile Plains, the production in the rear had to be maintained.
The closer they got to the end of the railway, the more soldiers in uniforms she saw.
After a week of observation, Molly could roughly distinguish between new soldiers and experienced soldiers. Those who sat on the ground listening to the instructor's instructions and stole glances at her from time to time were the former, while those who were concentrating on cleaning the weapons in their arms and ignoring her were the latter.
"Look carefully. These are the known forms of the demons!" An instructor tapped on the picture on the small blackboard. "The most common is the Mad Demon. It's burly and has thick arms. It can throw bone spears accurately, but it can't throw them continuously — unless it's desperate!"
"Hahaha …" The crowd burst into laughter.
"Stop laughing!" The instructor scolded. "When you see it, I'm afraid you'll be so scared that you'll wet your pants. At this time, neither running away nor surrendering can save your poor little lives. The only right thing to do is to aim at it and pull the trigger. Kill it before it kills you! Do you understand? "
"Yes!" The crowd responded in unison.
"Then let's look at the next picture." He pointed to another picture. "These monsters with eyes on their foreheads are the Fearsome Demons. Although their numbers are far less than the previous one, they're much more powerful. As long as they see you, you'll be so scared that you can't move and can only wait to be slaughtered by the enemy. This kind of strange mental attack can be restrained by the God's Stone of Retaliation. Those who go to the front line will also be given God's Stones, but you can't guarantee that one day you'll run into them without any God's Stones. "
"Then what should we do?"
"Pray to your grandmother, or imagine someone or something you like in your mind. In short, do what you usually do to overcome your fear!"
After hearing this, Molly found that someone was looking at her.
She smiled and winked at the person.
"Hey, where are you looking at!" The instructor roared. "If you don't want to listen to the lesson, go to the construction site and carry cement!"
The person quickly retracted his head.
"Alas, compared to the veterans, the new recruits are more likable."
Molly curled her lips and controlled the Magic Servant to move forward.
After walking for another few hundred meters, she could see the forefront of the track — workers, soldiers, and witches were working together to build the railway further.
The most eye-catching person in the crowd was a girl with long flaxen hair in a work uniform.
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