Solin Region.
The warmth brought by the Month of Resuscitation had spread throughout the Holy Spirit Plains. The vegetation that had been dormant in the cold winter for months began to recover at an alarming rate. Outside of Solin's territory, the originally barren plains were now covered in greenery. The vegetation that had grown and grown had finally connected with the land of eternal spring of 'Solin', and the once clear boundary between the giant tree and the land had gradually blurred.
It was a suitable day for healing wounds.
Inside the giant tree, in Bertilla's private laboratory, the fluorescent plants illuminated the wooden structure, vines, and leaves. In the middle of the room, there was a two-meter platform formed by twining vines and wooden stakes. A large number of conduits and nerve fibers used to transport biomass and transmit nerve signals hung down from the roof and connected to one end of the platform. Andesha Wendell, with her long gray hair, was lying quietly in the middle of the platform. She had yet to wake up from her deep sleep.
With a slight sound of friction, several biomass conduits and nerve fibers retreated from Andesha's head and moved to the edge of the platform.
Bard Wendell, dressed in a white researcher's uniform, stood next to the platform and looked at his daughter anxiously. He rubbed his hands from time to time and carefully observed the slightest change in Andesha's expression while she slept. Occasionally, he would look up and look at Bertilla who was in charge of the overall situation.
"What's the progress now?" Bard could not help but ask for the umpteenth time. "How long will it take for her to wake up?"
"Be patient, Bard." Beltila looked up at Bard. Behind her were many nerve fibers that looked like thin vines. The ends of the nerve fibers were connected to several important nerve nodes in the room. They looked like luminous nodules that grew on the wooden surface of the walls and the roof. "Her eyes have completely regenerated, but reconnecting the complex optic nerve to the brain is a delicate job. I'm guiding the delicate growth process … This is not a simple flesh and blood regeneration technique like reconnecting bones and muscles."
"I understand, I understand." Bard touched the tip of his nose awkwardly. He was also a Druil himself, and he knew how important this process was. But as a father, he could not control his emotions at this moment, especially when he had been absent from Andesha's side for more than twenty years. "Will she have any sequelae after this? Do you need to recuperate for a while after waking up? "
"If you were the one controlling her, she would have to lie down for a few days after she wakes up. But if I were to do it myself, she would only feel like she was in a dream. Relax, Mr. Bard, I will return you a lively daughter … … Well, considering Andesha's personality, she might not be able to jump around."
It was rare for Bertilla to make a joke. Bard realized that she was trying to calm him down. He was grateful and couldn't help but sigh. "I didn't expect … you to know how to comfort others."
"I've always been good at appeasing people." Bertilla glanced at Bard indifferently. "Do you have any questions about this?"
"Well … … You are indeed good at appeasing people, but your methods in the past were not so gentle." Bard shook his head with a strange expression. "After all, injecting neurotoxins into a person's blood vessels after putting them down with poison ivy is also a part of 'appeasing' … …"
Bertilla looked at Bard silently. If it were in the past, she might have prepared a lethal dose of neurotoxins at this moment. But now she just shook her head and looked at the sleeping Andesha. "I can see that you care a lot about this child."
"I've been absent from her side for more than twenty years." Bard looked at Andesha, his eyes softening. "To be honest … … I don't know how to make up for it all. I've missed almost all the important moments in my daughter's life. Her growth, her setbacks, her way of thinking about the world, her likes and dislikes, her every emotion … … I know nothing about it. I am a stranger who has never participated in her life. We are connected by blood. But now, other than this empty 'concern', I have nothing left. "
"Is that so … … It's a pity that I don't have children, and I've long forgotten what my father looks like. I can no longer understand these complicated emotional entanglements, so I can't put myself in either of your shoes." Bertilla said coldly. "But I'm curious. Since you've missed a large part of your daughter's life, what do you plan for the future?"
"The future?" Bard showed a somewhat helpless smile. "I only hope that Your Majesty's grand plan can be realized, and that there will be no more war between Typhon and Cecil. Then, I may have the opportunity to meet Andesha with an identity other than Wolf General Bard, and even have the opportunity to meet my father … … As for the specific things I want to do, I … …"
He seemed a little hesitant and awkward when he said this, as if he did not know if it was appropriate to say his thoughts in this situation. Bertilla noticed this and asked casually, "What are the specific things you want to do?"
"… … I don't know if I have the right to say that." Bard smiled and looked at his sleeping daughter. "I still dream that I'll have the opportunity to see Andesha walk into her wedding … … She's already at the right age, but it seems like she hasn't thought about this at all … … Please don't laugh, I know it's a little strange to say this now, but it's a normal thought for a father. Madam Bertilla, you know, I'm actually a more traditional person … …"
"No, I'm not laughing, I'm just a little surprised." Bertilla 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 want to see their daughters suddenly taken away by some strange but lucky bastard … …"
Bard's expression became more and more strange. "This … … That's true. I don't think there's any lucky young man who's worthy of my Andesha, but … … if it's an outstanding young man like General Philip, then he'll fit the criteria. Of course, the chances of the two of them being together are slim, even if we don't consider the relationship between Cecil and Typhon … … Madam Bertilla, you're laughing this time, aren't you? Please be considerate of a father … … "
"No, I'm not laughing at you." Bertilla's smile became more and more obvious. She raised her hand and pointed at the platform beside her. "I just want to tell you that Andesha is awake."
Bard was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at his daughter who was lying on the platform with surprise. The latter opened her eyes at almost the same time with a conflicted and angry expression.
Bard instantly noticed the change in Andesha's expression and immediately realized something. He looked up at Bertilla and asked, "Wait, when did she wake up?!"
"When you mentioned the 'neurotoxin'," Bertilla stopped smiling and said expressionlessly, "But to let her adapt better, I temporarily suppressed some of her nerve signals … … except for her hearing."
Bard was speechless.
At this moment, he suddenly missed the neurotoxin Bertilla was good at when she was still a Dark Hierarch.
"Wait a minute, Andesha, don't get too agitated, I'm just saying what I think," Bard said incoherently in the midst of the great awkwardness. "You have to understand, people can't be tense forever …"
"Well, I don't mean to interrupt the touching emotional exchange between father and daughter, but at this time, we should be concerned about the condition of the 'patient' first," Bertilla suddenly said, and her voice was like the sound of nature to Bard. "Andesha, blink your eyes and look at what's in front of you. How do you feel?"
Andesha actually had a lot of things to say to her father, but at this time, she responded to Bertilla's order. She first looked down at her own body, then looked up at the incredible 'treehouse'. After the initial discomfort eased a little, she finally confirmed one thing: she had regained her two eyes.
Bard also turned his attention back to Andesha's eyes. He looked up at his daughter, and when he saw the hair covering one of her eyes, he immediately noticed the abnormality of the new eye. The new eye was bright red, and although it was still beautiful, it was a sharp contrast with the other light gray eye. This surprised him. "Wait a minute, the color of this eye … …"
"As I said, the new flesh regeneration technology still has its limitations. This is it," Bertilla said and handed a mirror to Andesha. "But don't worry, other than the difference in appearance, there is no problem with this new eye. It is as good as your original eye, and even better. After all, this is a brand new eye."
Andesha took the mirror and finally saw her own appearance. Under the greyish-white strands of hair, her two different-colored eyes were particularly eye-catching, and even a little creepy. But in the end, she nodded gently and said, "There's nothing wrong with this … … This will allow me to remember everything that happened in the past."
"Since the patient herself has no objection, I can declare this treatment a success." Bertilla smiled. "But I still have to remind you, Miss Andesha, this eye may slightly increase the difficulty of your marriage. But you don't have to worry too much, your good father will definitely work hard for your marriage."
Andesha and Bard's expression changed at the same time. Bertilla's figure gradually disappeared into the squirming vines, and only her voice came from the depths of the leaves. "Well then, I shall not disturb the precious time between father and daughter. Good luck, Mr. Bard Wendell."
…
The canopy of the giant tree swayed gently in the wind, and layers of green leaves surged gently like waves. In the warm breeze, Bertilla's figure emerged from the top of the canopy. Facing the bright afternoon sun, she looked up with a satisfied and slightly joyful expression.
It was not easy to make such an expression with a wooden body, but she felt that the happy things that happened today were worth a smile.
The sun was good, and the photosynthesis was also pleasant. Bertilla narrowed her eyes. At the boundary of her perception, the roots and branches of the giant tree of Solin touched the vigorous breath of life on the Sacred Plains. In her other perception system, the 'Narrator's Neural Network' was lively. A huge amount of information was quickly exchanged with hubs all over the Sacred Plains and finally gathered at the top of the giant tree of Solin. The nerve fibers that were symbiotic with the magic obelisk were constantly telling Bertilla what was happening in the distance. It even gave her an illusion that the entire human world had been integrated into the increasingly vast and complex network.
Basking in the sun every day, carrying out photosynthesis, bearing some fruits, feeding the small animals on the plains, immersing in the network under the sun, reading the news from afar, or anonymously posting some 'interesting records' about the giant tree of Solin … Life after becoming a plant seemed to be pretty good, wasn't it?
Bertilla felt her thoughts gradually scattered and melted in the warm sunlight. But suddenly, a high-authority notification that suddenly entered the Neural Network woke her up, and her eyes widened.
"Air defense notification?"
Bertilla muttered as she looked up at the sky. The Mana Net hub tower north of Maple City was sending back signals, and the monitoring devices scattered all over the plains were also sending back more accurate tracking records. She slowly moved her eyes under the guidance of these signals, and finally caught a glimpse of the small shadows that appeared at the edge of the canopy.
Those shadows quickly grew bigger. Although they were still small and indistinguishable from the ground, Bertilla could clearly see what they were as they flew over the giant tree of Solin.
It was a small group of Giant Dragons, and they were moving in formation through the clouds.
Bertilla looked at the Giant Dragons in shock, but she did not forget to forward the identification mark in the network. She watched as the formation of giant dragons continued to fly towards the south, and on the several air defense platforms at the top of the giant tree of Solin and several positions on the surface, the Ents on guard lowered their Gorgon cannons, and the large missile launchers and Iridescent devices also released their targeting on the foreign aerial targets.
"It really is a dragon … and not just one?" Bertilla only stopped looking at the sky when the dragons disappeared from the sensing range of Solin's giant tree. "This is a rare sight … seems like 'Brother Gwen' is going to do something big again?"
… …
The vast land of the Sacred Spirit Plains slowly receded from her sight, and the green mountains and rivers that shone with silver light under the sun were as vivid as the lines on a canvas. Melita felt the surge of magic in the air, and a low growl came from her throat.
After losing the auxiliary interface provided by the Omega system, it took her a long time to get used to flying over long distances completely relying on her naked eyes and physical senses. It was not easy at first, but now she found that … without those complicated auxiliary interfaces, the world was much more vivid in her eyes.
Just then, Kassandra's voice suddenly came from behind her. "I've always been curious. Why do you dragons suddenly roar when you're flying?"
Melita put away the emotion in her heart, turned her head slightly, and said, "Is this strange? Don't you sirens also sing when you travel in the sea? "
Kassandra's voice became surprised. "Ah, so that's your singing? It's not very nice to hear … "
Melita was speechless.
"Hey, why are you not talking again?"
"Nothing, just a little envious."
"Envious? Are you envious of our singing? "
Melita listened to the voice from behind, showing a somewhat helpless expression. She did not know how to explain her sudden sentimental mood to the siren, so she could only nod vaguely. "Something like that."
Kassandra, who was riding on Melita's back, suddenly felt happy. "Well, I'll sing you a song. Anyway, I have nothing to do. Just treat it as a thank you for bringing me along …"
"Err, actually, it's not …"
"You're welcome. Sirens like to sing," Kassandra said, not allowing Melita to refuse. "What style do you like to listen to? I'm better at death heavy metal … "
Melita: "?"
"Wait a minute, I'll rub my tail and make a set of instruments …"
Melita: "?"
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