Bud looked at Andesha standing in front of him, the figure of the little girl running towards him clumsyly in the courtyard in his mind was gone little by little, and finally only some broken silhouettes were left, mixed in his fading memory.

Standing in front of him was an imperial soldier who had grown up, calm, heroic, with a tenacious will and unswerving beliefs, as well as her own life trajectory.

"You will safely return to Tifung as a proof of the friendship between the two countries, as a good start," he thought, and said slowly, "Your Majesty... I mean His Majesty Gowen Cecil, he will lay the groundwork and guide you in public opinion, and Aldernan will also have corresponding arrangements. Some of the truth behind the war will be revealed. You will return as a meritorious minister, rather than defeating the captured commander..."

"I know," Anderssa said calmly, "this is good for both countries and can better play my worth, but no matter what, Aldernan must pay something to let me go back safely..."

"This is not what you should consider," Bud shook his head. "His Majesty Rosetta is very clear about what price he should pay for a wolf general. All you have to do is to cooperate with Aldernan's decision."

"Of course, I will," Andesha said with a normal expression, but in the end she couldn't help but look at her father for a little more, and said with a hint of hesitation, "Then you...you will come back later..."

Bard seemed to have expected that the other party would mention this matter sooner or later, and his answer was clear: "I no longer belong to Tifeng. I am not suitable for appearing in Aldernan again for both public and private. The life of General Wolf Bard Wendell is over. My appearance will only affect the situation in Aldernan, so there is only one researcher, Bard. Andesha, you should understand what I mean."

"...Yes, I understand," the young wolf general could only sigh softly, then raised his head and looked in the direction of the giant Thorin tree. She saw several aircraft flying from afar, making a low buzzing sound while flying towards a crack in the bottom area of ​​the tree canopy, which aroused her curiosity, "It seems that there are always such strange-shaped aircraft moving nearby recently?"

Bud's expression was a bit weird: "Ms. Belltila's tests to get more functions in her brain and to let them work together to work together without her mother are technical secrets, and I can't tell you."

Andesha: “…what are you talking about?”

"...Okay, this is indeed a bit difficult to understand, so don't inquire. It's good for physical and mental health," Bard thought about the strange projects in the biochemical laboratory of the Sorin Giant Tree, and his expression became more and more wonderful. Considering that even himself, the former priest of the Death Society, sometimes it was difficult for him to understand Belltila's aesthetic, he decisively changed the topic, "We have blown the wind in the courtyard for a long time. You have just recovered not long ago, so you still have to control the time of outdoor activities."

Andesha was helpless: "I have been in the house for a long time. The feeling of having nothing to do is even more tiring than fighting on the battlefield."

"Nothing to do?" Bud glanced at his daughter and suddenly remembered something, "Ah, then do I have some suggestions to remember the exercises we didn't finish last time? We can start with a simple system of equations..."

Andesha: “…?!”

...

The canopy of Solin trees, with the breeze blowing, the huge and lush leaves sway and rubbing among the branches, making continuous sounds like waves. However, deep in the shaking branches and leaves, the thick and strong wooden structure forms an extremely dense barrier frame that will not cause any shaking or deformation. Between these frames, the multi-layer wood is mixed with metal partitions absorbed from the depths of the ground, and the partitions are connected to the partitions, and finally "grow" a huge room structure, with channels or steps connected between each room, and the plants emitting bright and soft brilliance illuminating these internal spaces. This is the private "personal" field of Belltila, and it is her biochemical laboratory for precision research.

Compared with the original rough and only one hall, these laboratories located in the deep layer of the tree canopy have now been expanded several times, and their internal functions and tasks can be undertaken have been further strengthened and increased. Moreover, considering that human assistants will come to help, Belltila has also carried out many humanized transformations of its internal space. Now this "upper laboratory" is already alongside the "underground biochemical center" located in the Tree Root Palace and the "Druid Institute" in Solinburg, becoming one of the three major biochemical laboratories in the Solin region.

In fact, due to the unique "natural" environment and convenient conditions in the Solin region, this area is now undertaking more and more biochemical research tasks. The empire is increasing its funds and talent investment in this area every quarter, and more and more druids come here with their projects, which has made this land reborn in the fire a biotechnology center of the Cecil Empire.

This is a scene that Bertilla had never imagined when he climbed out of the surface from the depths of the underground palace that Conghuan became ruins and faced this unrecognizable land with an unrecognizable attitude.

In an oval hall deep in the upper laboratory, half-human and half-plant Belletella moved lightly and silently in the room under the support of many whiskers, checking the neural nodes on the nearby walls. The wall at the end of the hall was inlaid with huge magic crystals. The crystal shone and projected a holographic projection from the outside. The aircraft on the projection was landing smoothly in the giant tree hangar.

A young old man wearing a short black coat, bent over and hunched back and white-bearded hair stood in front of the projection, watching the aircraft dock smoothly, seeing the hatch on its upper layer open, a huge brain escaped from the nutrients, watching it patted the droplets hanging on its body with its nerve tentacles, and then flew towards a passage in the hangar.

"...These 'brains' are becoming more and more surprising now," the old man turned around and looked at Belltila. "Do you control these subtle operations?"

"I can control it directly, but doing so is inefficient," Belltila said without looking back. "That simple thing can be preset logic, so that the 'brain' can judge what to do. After all, they are efficient thinking organs, and giving it simple independent intelligence is even easier than writing logic in the core of the Iron Man's mind."

Pitman blinked: "Ah, I forgot if I don't say it. You were also a Gondorian."

"As the chief druid of the empire, you ran from afar to study how my 'synthetic brain' flew around?" Belltila finally stopped from the busyness and looked at Pittman with some confusion. On the entire wall behind her, more than ten culture sacs were neatly arranged with rhythmic dark red light flow, slightly swelling like a heart.

"Observing your 'synthetic brain' is indeed the main purpose of my visit this time using the words invented by His Majesty. This is called 'inspections'," Pittman said with a smile, walking towards Belltila. "Your Majesty is very satisfied with the performance of the psychic choir and the wet-piece server, and he also has a strong interest in your 'synthetic brain', so let me actually look at these things... Are you very busy now?"

"Can't you tell?" Belltila wanted to roll her eyes, but her nervous system forgot how to make this human expression, so she had to spread her hands. Then she turned around and pointed her arms at the culture capsules fixed to the wall. "The improved second-generation synthetic brain is in a critical stage of development, and I must make sure that each of them is healthy and thriving until all mature."

As Belltila finished speaking, the culture capsules made a slight friction sound at the same time. Then their tough and thick outer skin slid down one after another under the pull of the muscle group, revealing a transparent inner shell that looked like a giant egg inside. The "brains" that were in a dormant state were immersed in the translucent nutrient solution in the shell. The nerve fibers of all sizes and nutrient catheters were connected to these things. A slight surging could be seen between some catheters.

Pittman looked at this scene and his eyelids couldn't help but jump: "It was indeed a wise move for me to withdraw from the education halfway through..."

"Don't you think they are a bit cute?" Belltila couldn't help but look at Pittman. She knew that the "Empire Chief Druid" was actually a member of the Death Society, and even her subordinates. However, these past relationships have long gone away at any time. People who live to this day choose to get along with a normal mind. "I have adjusted their size and shape as much as possible, and everyone who comes into contact with it should know that these 'brains' are very gentle and harmless. They even like candies and shrub berries..."

Pitman couldn't help but cover his forehead: "...It's strange enough that these 'synthetic brains' can feed on their own, who cares about their recipes?"

Belltila seemed not to hear Pittman's mutter. She just checked the state of the immature "brains" and recorded in detail every nerve fluctuation at their moment. These complex neural engineering products at the end of development cannot carry out complete thinking activities at this moment. They are sleeping like babies, and only occasionally have some hazy and chaotic "thoughts" that produce less than half a second of signal impulses in the interconnected neural nodes. No one can hear their "sleepings". Only Belltila can hear these low and trivial "sounds", and these "sounds" play an important role in judging the status of the synthetic brain.

"Actually, there is one thing I've been curious about," Pittman didn't care about Bell Tira's attitude. He just observed the synthetic brains while casually saying, "I looked at the structural diagrams of those wet-piece servers and you seemed to insist on making the upper cover of the cockpit transparent. Why not add an opaque cover? You know, many soldiers are startled when they first come into contact with that thing, and your synthetic brain should not need to use ordinary vision to observe the surroundings."

After checking all the synthetic brain conditions, she controlled the protective layer of each culture sac, and replied seriously: "Every brain should have the right to bathe in the sun..."

"No, the normal brain won't bathe in the sun!" Pittman almost pulled off his beard and stared at the other person with his eyes, "You just can't control your photosynthesis impulse!"

"Photosynthesis..." Belltila was stunned for a moment, as if she had woken up from a dream. She stood there for a few seconds before muttering to break the silence, "Ah, so that's it... No wonder I always felt that there was an cognitive error at the bottom of my nervous system that could not be ruled out... So that's it..."

She shook her head, and said in a tone of self-deprecating: "I understand. I will follow the advice of other technicians and add a layer of cover to the subsequent synthetic brain container. Sorry, it seems that I have caused some trouble unconsciously."

"...We all understand, take it slowly, you will be completely adapted one day," Pittman sighed, bringing back some of the topics that had already run away. "Go back to the technical field. Your Majesty has been paying attention to these 'synthetic brains' you made recently. Now we have the biggest problem... Can these brains be 'produced' by the Thorin Giant Tree?"

Belltila quickly reacted: "What you mean is whether they can be reproduced through technical means to achieve mass production and increase production?"

"Synthetic brain is a good thing, but at this stage it is a laboratory product. Although your laboratory is large in scale and can even mass-produce synthetic brains like a factory, you are the only one of the giant Thorin tree after all," Pittman shook his head. "You have been studying for so long, you should have understood what the concept of 'magic industry' is. In the face of the real industrial system and its potential, things that cannot be mass-produced have natural defects."

"... Of course I understand, so I have also thought about this issue during this period," Belltila pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. "Theoretically, the production process of the synthetic brain can indeed be carried out without the Solin Tree."

"It's really OK?" Pittman's eyes widened in surprise. "Can you make this thing in a factory?"

"It's not a 'factory' in the conventional sense, but a biological replication center and... feedlot," Belltila said in his thoughts. "I know this sounds strange, but you may already know that the genetic samples of synthetic brains are from the Nightmare Skull in the Dark Forest, the Spirit-Swallowing Monsters of the Ancestral Peak, and other monsters or beasts. In essence, these 'synthetic Brains' are actually a kind of synthetically cultivated monsters. You should know how humans domesticate wolves into dogs, and how griffins are cultivated from a branch of the predatory giant owl. In a sense, the process of my making of these brains is similar.

"Of course, this is a general statement. There are still big differences between actual technology and implementation difficulty.

"Back to the issue of mass production, I think there is indeed a possibility that we can rely on artificially controlled ordinary biological factories to cultivate these 'brains' without the Thorin tree. As far as I know, you and your druid team have restored the manufacturing or construction methods of the Enhel's fusion chamber and the cross-biomass splitting pool from the technical data left over from the end of the world, and have used modern technology to make them harmless. These two things are the key to cultivating the 'synthetic brain'. The only question next is how to transform the knowledge I "understand" into something that ordinary humans or elf druids can learn and control... If you don't break through this, even if I give you the original 'brain' substrate, you will not be able to guide and cultivate a complete 'synthetic brain'."

Belltila said, gently tapping her forehead, although her appearance looked no different from a real person, she made a sound of hitting the wood in the process: "The change in life forms has led to the change of my understanding of the world and the way I think about problems. Although I still keep my heart, I can no longer think like a human. There are many things that I know how to do, and even instinct can do, but it is difficult to explain to you. Just like this 'room' in front of you, I can make it grow with one thought, but I may have to communicate with the druid who is an assistant for half a year to let them understand how this plant manipulation technique is achieved."

"It takes time, I understand," Pittman nodded, "but by throwing this aside, mass-produced synthetic brains can be achieved, and can be achieved in an acceptable time period, right?"

Belltila thought about it carefully before nodding slightly: "This is certain."

"Then we can keep this project going," Pittman exclaimed. "That way, the 'wet parts host' has the opportunity to officially take the stage, not just small-scale special equipment."
Chapter completed!