Sword of Daybreaker

Cecil’s newspapers and broadcasts are an interesting thing, and there’s always a variety of news coming from a distance, and when Belterra is a human being, she has had an interest in both new things, and when she becomes a plant, she is more enthusiastic about those two distinct things.

After all, as a plant, she has lost her ability to go far.

And in order to meet the requirements of the Sollin giant tree, the Cecils present here show appropriate goodwill: they bring the most recent newspapers and magazines, and Margaret even ordered a special magic circuit terminal to be placed next to the mangroves of the Thorin Tree, so that Belterra could control itself and look at it.

Belterra was informed of Norris’s name in an agricultural board in a newspaper and in a magic circuit programme.

This is indeed an influential figure, one of the elders of Empire, and is said to be one of the layers of Cecil’s basic industries.

Though he’s just an ordinary man with no super talent.

Belterra couldn’t stop beating Norris again, and she realized that the old man might not be as old as she had thought at first.

He’s just too early for that’s all.

She has seen a lot of this old and weak look – the beginning years, coming out of wasteland, many of the firstmen who survived hard on wasteland, and that is the case in the post-kingdom era.

She noticed too many stories from Norris, so she couldn’t stand a little surprised, but her obsessed face didn’t all show this weak psychological fluctuation, and she was just curious to ask, “Are you here for me?”

“I came to see the miracle of the Sollin giant tree, where it was said to be a spring engine,” Norris slowly nodded, “I see, really incredible that you almost completely cured the area.”

“Are you trying to rebuild the cities and villages in the eastern plains?” Belterra was curious to ask.

“Can you see?”

“See a little bit,” Belterra says, “From the top point of my tree crown, you can conceal to see the beach on the edge of the grain, where cooking has recently risen and the crystal tower can be seen.”

Norris nodded: “This is the Kowloon Valley camp, where they are rehabilitating logging and mining sites and preparing for the construction of the Red Crescent Reconstruction Camp next year.”

“You must be hard to do… I know, it’s winter outside,” Belterra slowly says, “Why do you have to do this in winter? You can wait till the spring ice melts — you can hide first in warm southern cities.”

“After a winter, the hungry wolf will completely occupy wasteland until the spring, and we will spend time spending on building camps, building houses and extracting water sources, and every time we miss the time of farming, we will probably miss the season of food, and we will probably be starving.” Norris quietly said, “Southern Region food is not rich, and Western Asia’s more than half of it can only support the harvest season next year, and those areas where food is scarce… people will be able to survive, and it may really be that much worse.”

In a few seconds, Belterra just opened the door and said, “You don’t want to starve at one person, do you?”

“No one should be starved.” Norris said.

“But there must still be people starving, at least in the winter of this year, at least before the Holy Spirit Plain’s food zone returns…”

“Maybe, but that’s not the reason,” Norris shook the head, “I am the head of the agricultural section, your Majesty’s mission to feed as much as possible every Cecil – who is a citizen’s right, not what I want to consider.”

A wave of wind blows from a distance with some cold intentions, even though this cold and outside winter wind can already be described as moderate, it makes Norris cough a few voices.

The tree crown of the Thorin giant trees is passing a little bit of the oh la vibration, but the cold wind stops.

“Thank you… is this your strength?” Norris felt comfortable, not the one who was the ignorant farmer, who could guess the extraordinary force in it, “I feel a lot better.”

“Just some little tricks, don’t worry.”

Norris was silent for a moment, and suddenly he set his hands on those who followed himself: “Take a break, I want to stay here for a while.”

Before a young official was conscious, “Section Head, you…”

“I’m in a good position,” Norris laughed and said to young people, “I want to talk to this lady for a while.”

“Yes.”

The accompanying men left.

Under the Thorin tree, only one of the remaining old men’s agricultural section heads and one of the days that witnessed the seven centuries of wind and rain rains were relative to Pioneer.

“Your body is not optimistic, Mr. Norris,” Belterra breaks silence first, “as a mortal, you will be as limited as possible.”

Norris laughed, shaking his head: “I know, but listen so directly, it feels really bad.”

“I’m sorry, I haven’t tried a soft way of talking for a long time,” Belterra said, “So you want my strength to prolong lifespan?”

“I know a brilliant Druid… although his personality is somewhat problematic, he can be very good, and he said that old age is the fate of most people, even Divine Spell, before the white meteor falls, it is difficult to reverse it.”

“… he’s good, so it doesn’t seem like you’re looking for me for your physical condition,” Belterra looks at Norris’s eyes, “so you’re really just here to see what the Thorin Tree looks like?”

“I want to see what can be done here to our reconstruction efforts,” Norris laughed, “in particular the food problem… which brings together the best Druid of Empire, and a Sollin giant tree known as’ natural miracles’.”

Belterra thought, suddenly in a bush nearby, a sand sound, a grey wild beast ran out of it, holding a big red fruit in his arms.

Belterra beneath his back, picked up the fruit from the little wild beast, and delivered it to Norris before me: “This is the result of my outcome, and according to humans here, it’s delicious, and it’s full of stomach.”

Norris took that fruit with some surprise, and went into detail and said, “How many fruits can you make?”

“Might feed a middle-class man. And if you don’t mind accentuation and microtoxicity, leaves can also be eaten in the short term, feeding the population twice as much – but please don’t take too much – and I need to work together on light.”

“… we have more than one town to eat,” Norris shook the head, “but these results should indeed solve some problems.”

“To solve the problem of food shortages throughout the plain zone, I’m afraid not,” Belterra shook the head, “even if I draw more heat from the ground, it’s probably not enough to turn the open ground around Soringburg into a good field.”

Norris thought, and he said, “Can the miracle of the Thorin giant tree replicate?”

“I’m afraid not. Even so, I have not fully understood how this transformation is taking place, even if there are very complex factors in the formation of the Sorin giant tree, which requires the power of God, the lives of a large number of high-ranking Druid, the long accumulation of mana and the unpredictable atmosphere. Mr. Norris, there won’t be a second Soolin giant tree anymore, at least I don’t know how to reopen this process.”

Norris was deeply sighed: “Oh, I should have thought so too. The problem of the meals of countless ordinary people is, of course, a miracle that cannot be replicated.”

Belterra, listen to each other and suddenly repeat, “Can’t you replicate the miracle?”

“Yes, tens of thousands of ordinary people need food, Empire needs a large number of food zones, and what we need is programmes that can be replicated, replicated and used in most places, not a miracle.” Norris says, “Look at the red fruits in hand, smile at shook the head,” otherwise it’s cake on the noble table. “

“The cake on the noble table?”

“Delicious, but exclusive to a few,” Norris shakes his head, “and most people starve outside the castle.”

Belterra suddenly silenced down.

The

wind blows the tree crown of the Thorin giant tree, and lifts the sound of oh la oh oh oh oh la la la la la la la.

After a few seconds, she broke her silence: “We’ve never thought about this path.”

Norris didn’t hear anything: “What path?”

“No, nothing,” Belterra shook the head, “and I just suddenly remembered one thing, and I was proud to dump a young man a long time ago, and he never looked down at those inferior people, and now thought… something funny.”

paused, she said, “Mr. Norris, what are you going to do if I can help you here with these fruits?”

“Are you going to? Of course, continuing to rebuild this land,” Norris laughed and said, “We are going to rebuild the main areas around the eastern bank of Gorgon and the red, and we’re going to build camps in important woods, mines and water fields, with an inch of husbands and a foot of reconstruction, which will come back sooner or later and hopefully as long as people remain.”

Belterra has not spoken, and she has been silent for a long time, staring at this old man who is about to go to the end.

But what she really saw was the people behind this old man.

Those who are setting up camps in Holy Spirit Plain in the world of ice and snow to prepare for the cultivation of the following year; those who are travelling on the wasteful road to feed the construction of the goods; and those who are negotiating around the border with their neighbours to resolve the food gap.

1% Extraordinary, 99% ordinary person.

These ordinary people intend to achieve a miracle that even Extraordinary feels impossible.

She closed her eyes, but she only closed the eyes of this psychotic body, and the sense of the Sollin giant tree was still open so that she could see the whole area and feel herself clearly.

Almost one of the big trees, large and small, of towns, has reached the crown of the clouds, strong natural power fields, unbelievable superpower.

All Things finally Die Society creates a miracle that can even make any Extraordinary ever feel chimney, can be painted in King’s castle, and can be singed for a thousand years by poets.

This “miracle” outcome can’t even feed 10 per cent of the population of Holy Spirit Plain.

Fucking great major event business.

Belterra opened his eyes.

“I’m a Druid.” She looked at Norris, suddenly as if she didn’t have a head to say.

Norris didn’t understand for a while: “Ah?”

“Nothing, just remembering your identity,” Belterra showed a smile, which is not the same as humans, “maybe it’s time to do something that Pioneer should do for the first time.”

Yeah, Pioneer, she almost forgot to be a Pioneer anymore.

She was also experiencing a difficult time when people lost their clothes on a barbaric wasteland, without medicines and helpless, all the magic tools were ineffective, with human shoulders being used to exploit the land, from the mountains to the plow, and to the land.

Hunger walked on the road, walked down one, the King was guarded, the war ended, the war died on the high ground, the unidentified plague erupted in the open area, and she led Druid in the school, who, by her own means, surpassed the normal people, usually tried the medicine out of her life.

And then Pioneer, there was nothing “miracle” to expect.

She seems to have a little understanding of what that “outside Rogue” left herself behind.

“Mr. Norris, I wish you every success,” Belterra said, “as for here… I will work with Druid here. In fact, they were trying to cultivate seeds that were better suited to the cold zone, just for a while without progress.”

She has accumulated hundreds of years of knowledge, some from the Holy Spirit sect, some from all Things finally Die Society.

There are residual breeding kits in the ground, which were used to manufacture monster in terrifying, but, if properly used, they can also be used for positive purposes.

Cecil doesn’t know how to use those dangerous things, but she understands.

She has wasted too much time, and although she imagined that a plant was alive and no longer remembered the dark crazy past, she could not waste all her time on light cooperation.

Norris’s eyes are bright, and while he does not understand what happened, he seems to feel that the woman who was still lacking strength at the moment before his eyes was suddenly uplifted.

Anyway, it’s good.

“Thank you for your help,” he sincerely said, “This is a great thing for many people, even countless generations.”

Belterra laughed at nodded: “Don’t forget to take my fruit when leaving – I can still provide the rations needed for a medium-sized town.”