For the people living in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plains, the arrival of spring not only meant the end of winter and the warming of the weather, but it was also the most important turning point of the "war."
After enduring the suppression of winter, the reconstruction of the Holy Spirit Plains would return to the right track with the arrival of the Month of Recovery. The day when the ice melted was the day when humans would return to their former homeland.
At the southern stronghold of the Maple Reconstruction Camp.
Doctor Druil, dressed in a white uniform with green edges, sat behind a table and flipped through a form in front of him. After glancing at the records on the form, the tall and thin young man raised his head and looked at the tall hooded man standing silently across the table.
"From the eastern border area? You took the initiative to register? "
The hooded man simply nodded and seemed unwilling to speak.
Doctor Druil, who was in charge of the registration, was not surprised by this situation. He had received hundreds of healers, and the Crystallization infection had caused unimaginable trauma to them. This trauma was not only physical, but he believed that every healer had a chance to return to normal life. At least, this place would accept them.
"Take off your hood," the doctor said. "Don't be nervous. I've seen a lot."
The tall man was still silent, but at least he was quite cooperative. He reached out and took off the hood on his head, then took off the scarf that covered his face.
A face covered with black scabs and residual crystals appeared in front of the doctor. The scars left by the crystal erosion spread along the cheeks and even spread into the collar.
"… You're lucky to have survived." The young doctor looked at the scars and crystals for a moment, then shook his head and sighed slightly. "But don't worry, there are many people like you here. Tens of thousands of infected people have been left behind by the Crystal Cluster pollution, but this land still welcomes you. This is your number plate."
The young doctor handed a metal plate pressed by a machine to the "healer" in front of him. The metal plate flashed with fine grid lines and a striking number — 32.
"Number 32 …" The tall man read the number in a low voice. His voice was hoarse, and there were wounds left by the Crystallization infection.
"You can write your name on the back, or you can leave it unwritten. Many healers give themselves new names, so you can do the same. But the statistics department only recognizes your number. This is the same for everyone. "
The tall man did not respond. After a moment of silence, he asked in a hoarse voice, "When do I go to work?"
"Don't worry, someone will take you to the place of work tomorrow morning." The young doctor smiled. "Before that, you can familiarize yourself with this place and the atmosphere here —"
The roar of machinery came from outside the window, accompanied by the cries of workers.
The tall and silent man looked out of the window and saw large vehicles covered in tarps parked in the open field. The workers were working together to unload the sacks from the vehicles. A young official in uniform stood beside them and was talking to the leader of the convoy. Among the workers unloading the vehicles, there were healthy ordinary people and healers with scars and crystal remnants on their bodies.
The doctor stood up from behind the table and walked to the window. "Welcome to the Maple Reconstruction Area. Everything will be fine. Just like this land, everything will eventually be rebuilt."
Another large truck covered with a tarpaulin drove into the camp. The wind that was getting warmer by the day blew past the flagpole in the square and the bandage used to fix the tarpaulin on the side of the truck. More construction workers rushed up and skillfully carried the wooden boxes and sacks unloaded from the truck.
"This is the last batch of food that can be collected in the western region," the leader of the convoy looked at the last truck and said to the young official next to him. "I hope this can help you."
"It's enough." The young official in the government office nodded. "The stored supplies are enough to last us until the harvest season. We will definitely resume production before then."
The captain of the convoy, who had strong arms and a beard, looked at the people who were mixed among the ordinary people and still had traces of the Crystal Cluster infection on them. "The infected people have a hard time in other areas. When I passed through the border, I saw that there were still villages that drove the infected people to the wilderness …"
"They are called 'healers' here. This is an order from the higher-ups," the young official said. "The evil forces entrenched in the land have been eradicated. The infection can no longer spread. Changing a name is the first step to changing people's minds. Of course, we also understand the fear and hostility of ordinary people towards the Crystallization. So if you meet any healers in the border area again, you can ask them to come here. Every reconstruction camp here will accept them. We always welcome more labor. "
"I will pass on your message. They have doubts about the government office's propaganda station, but an ordinary person who has returned from the reconstruction area should be more trustworthy." The leader of the convoy laughed. His eyes swept across the trucks parked in the open space and the reconstruction workers who had gathered from all over the place. He could not help but sigh softly. "This is really incredible …"
"What's incredible?"
"These people and these things … The whole empire is running just to rebuild this plain … Who would dare to imagine such a thing in the Ansu era?" The leader of the convoy sighed and shook his head gently. "This is the 'new order' that His Majesty mentioned …"
The young official from the government office did not respond. He just looked into the distance thoughtfully. His eyes seemed to have passed through the walls of the reconstruction camp and the vast and undulating plain …
…
The blue flag on the wall of Solin Castle was fluttering in the wind. The wind seemed to bring the smell of vegetation. Rapid footsteps were heard in the long corridor of the research center. A white-haired Druil walked quickly through the corridor, holding a roll of information high in his hand. "Neutralization Agent No. 3 works! Neutralization Agent No. 3 works! "
The middle-aged Druil's shout spread throughout the corridor. The doors of the rooms opened one by one. The technicians working in the facility poked their heads out. After a brief moment of confusion and reaction, the cheers finally began to resound throughout the corridor.
The wind blew through the courtyard outside the corridor. The unusually lush flowers and trees in the courtyard swayed happily in the early spring. The branches and leaves rustled as if they were applauding.
Near the research facility, next to the testing ground, Norris slowly stood up with the help of his assistant. He listened to the sounds from the plants and could not help but look in the direction of the giant Solin tree. He saw the huge plant shaking its canopy slightly under the bright sun. Countless branches and leaves swayed in the wind, and there seemed to be whispers in the wind.
"Minister, Neutralization Agent No. 3 works." The assistant's voice came from the side, with unconcealable excitement and joy. "This way, even the most polluted land can be effectively purified. The grain-producing area of the Sacred Plains can be cultivated again soon!"
Noris looked at the land that had been restored to health, and a smile slowly appeared on his wrinkled face. He did not hide his relief, and looked at the agricultural assistants and druid experts beside him, nodding repeatedly. "It's good that it's useful, it's good that it's useful …"
His eyes swept across the tired and excited faces, and finally fell on a special cluster of flower vines in the corner. The old man slowly walked over and stopped in front of the flower vines. "Madam Bertilla, thank you for your help. Without you, we would not have found the most effective purification method so quickly …"
The flower vines wriggled, and the green leaves and flowers intertwined. A female figure emerged from the vines. Bertilla appeared in front of everyone, and her expression was calm. "Don't thank me … After all, I'm just fixing the mistakes we made."
"But neutralizing agent number three was completed with your help." Noris shook his head slightly. "And without your life catalyzing power, we wouldn't have been able to complete all the sample tests and comparative analysis in just one winter."
Bertilla listened to Norris, and there was only calmness on her expressionless face.
The poisoner knew how to detoxify, and the Everything Endgame, which had once spread the curse on this land, naturally had detailed information about this curse. As the 'miracle creation' who had inherited the final legacy of the Everything Endgame, she had indeed successfully helped the people of Solinburg Research Institute find the best way to neutralize the crystallized pollution in the soil. But in her opinion …
This really could not be called a 'glory'.
"Just finding Neutralization Agent No. 3 is not enough. The next difficulty is how to mass produce it as soon as possible." An expert broke the silence. "It takes time for something to go from the lab to the factory, and it also takes time to go from raw materials to products. The spring planting will begin soon, and whether or not the heavily polluted areas can be cultivated again is the key for us to get through this."
"Fortunately, the preparation process of the neutralization agent is not complicated. The existing alchemy factories should have the production conditions. The key is to prepare the raw materials and modify the reactor," another technician said. "If the alchemy factories in Saint Sunil and Pompeii are started at the same time, we should be able to make it in time."
Bertilla listened to the discussion, and the branches and flowers behind her swayed gently. "If you need me, I can help. The ecological pods growing in my root zone can also be used to synthesize the neutralization agent, but the efficiency may not be as good as your factory …"
"Those ecological pods are cultivating the seeds needed for the spring planting. This is also important to us." Norris interrupted Bertilla. "Madam Bertilla, please believe in the power of Cecil Industries. The alchemy factory will solve the next production problem."
Then, the old man smiled again. "Of course, if there is really a risk of insufficient production, we will definitely ask you for help in time."
Bertilla looked at the old man in front of her quietly. Looking at this old man who did not have any supernatural powers and was even about to reach the end of his life, but he led thousands of ordinary people like him and Transcendents who were willing to devote themselves to this cause to reverse a disaster, she did not speak for a while.
She closed her eyes slightly, and her senses spread out, watching everything on this land.
In the Month of Recovery, another gust of wind blew through the plains of the Solin region. The wind blew through the canopy of the Solin Tree that was so huge that it could blot out the sun, setting off endless waves between the layers of branches and broad leaves.
The giant magic obelisk placed at the top of the Solin Giant Tree emitted a faint blue light, floating in the air and operating calmly. In the hub monitoring station set up at the bottom of the tree trunk, a greeting from a distant station appeared above the magic network terminal directly connected to the obelisk.
"A message from Luan Hub to Solin Hub, greeting our compatriots in the Reconstruction Area. It's a fine day in Luan City today."
Deep beneath the Giant Tree, amidst the meandering root system, the former headquarters of the Finality Order was now occupied by vines, roots, and modern civilization. Bright magical crystal lamps illuminated the once gloomy and oppressive rooms and halls. Under the illumination of the lamps, lush plants clustered around translucent ecological pods, and within the pale-yellow biomass solution were many lifeforms wrapped in cultivation medium. They were no longer warped experimental creatures or lethal Abominations, but ordinary grains and beans that were rapidly maturing.
Those were the fruits of Bertilla and the Imperial Druil over an entire winter. They were successful individuals after countless catalysts and cultivation, seeds that could thrive in lightly polluted areas.
The Imperial Druil in robes or short robes were busy among the cultivation containers, observing samples, recording data, and screening individuals in silence, order, and seriousness.
Bertilla could not help but recall the past, and how busy the cultists of the Finality Order were in the underground palace.
But everything was clearly different.
Technology had finally returned to its proper direction.
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