Bard rarely sees this hesitant look on Belltila's face. Whether during the Dark Sect or the current Empire, the dark female minister he remembers was always tough and hesitant. Therefore, when he realized the strangeness in Belltila's attitude, he immediately became very curious.

He maintained this curiosity and did not ask, but stood up and followed Bell Tira. He followed the former dark female principal through the rest area and central area of ​​the laboratory, through the connecting sections of culture capsules, biomass containers, and biological vascular tubes, and through a "leaf door" that he had never seen before, and finally arrived at the lower floor of the laboratory.

This is an area he had never seen before. In fact, he didn't even know that the laboratory actually had a "lower area". Wrapped with thick branches, leaves and fiber partitions, Belltila separated a more secret space in his "private residence". This space was obviously not connected to the well-connected traffic pipelines in the Solin tree, and there was no hole that could lead to the outside world. If you want to come here, you can only pass through the upper floor of the laboratory - obviously, please do not enter.

The fiber partition slowly closed behind him, and the luminous plant vines gradually lit up along the wall. The space in front of Bard became brighter. He saw an oval hall with no doors or windows in all directions. Blood-like tissue emitting dim red light was buried in the gaps of the ground and surrounding walls, slowly extinguishing like breathing. Several wooden structures like columns grew out of the ground, connecting the dome above. Around those "columns", Bard saw closed culture pods, and the shapes of those culture pods were similar to the culture containers in the factory area.

"Is this your...the secret laboratory in the secret laboratory?" Bud looked at Belltila next to him with curiosity, and then subconsciously asked, "Have you reported this place?"

"Your Majesty knows this," Belltila glanced at Bad, "Only he knows it. You know, I have certain autonomy, and some things are only responsible to Your Majesty himself."

"Well, I do know, you're a 'special citizen' after all," Bud waved his hand, and his eyes fell on the dormant pods. "What are these? Are pets or agricultural and sideline products you've cultivated in private?"

Belltila didn't say anything, but walked slowly forward. The vines wriggled and curled under her feet, holding her body like clusters. She came to one of the pods and reached out and gently brushed over the gel shell of the capsule. The light green shell immediately shook and quietly faded downwards. A transparent culture container appeared in front of Bud, and he opened his eyes wide in surprise.

It was not a strange "bioengineering product" inside, nor was it a biological matrix to be processed. In the thin biomass solution, it was floating quietly... it was a slightly petite elf, a silver elf with long light golden hair and not long after she had just grown up.

She floated in the pale yellow biomass solution, her eyes closed as if she was sleeping. A cortical glial protective layer tightly wrapped around her slender torso. The external nutrient pipes and nerve monitoring nodes could be vaguely seen inside the protective layer. Several dark red life pipes extended from near her spine, connecting the pump-type organs on the upper part of the container. With the circulation of internal gas and liquids, subtle bubbles continued to float out of her mouth and nose and rose to the top of the container. All signs showed that this "cultivated body" had completed the growth and development of the body itself, and had the autonomous work of the heart and lungs - however, she was still asleep, as if the last step had not been completed.

"This is..." Bud blinked. He was very confused at first. He could not have imagined what he wanted to do if Belltila had set up such a secret laboratory and was still cultivating an elf body in the secret laboratory. But soon he seemed to remember something. The expression on his face became thoughtful, and then it became complicated. "I seem to have some impression of her..."

"Do you still remember? Ah, right...you've seen her, when she was still alive," Belltila said softly, his eyes always falling on the face of the sleeping silver elf. "Belna Qingfeng, a girl who was too innocent and never imagined how dangerous the world outside her home was..."

Bard looked complicated and his tone was filled with memories: "I remember she was seriously injured near the Shadow Swamp, but she found the stronghold where the community of All Things died and asked for help... The priest in the stronghold regarded her as the experimental material for the door, but she thought she had found a doctor..."

Belltila still did not retract her gaze from Bellna Qingfeng's face: "This experimental material was sent to me, and I asked her what she wanted - she said she didn't want to travel anymore and wanted to go home. I promised her and gave her a dose of anesthesia."

"Ah, I was there at that time - you promised her and then ate her to replenish your biomass reserves and genetic sample library." Bard said slowly, then raised his gaze and looked around the hall with a look of enlightenment, looking around the cultivation pods growing around the pillars one by one. His expression finally could not remain calm. A shocked and heavy expression appeared on his face: "I think I know what you are doing... You are doing something that is almost impossible to succeed... You are going to resurrect all that you have swallowed up..."

"It's not resurrection, at least not exactly, Mr. Bud," Belltila interrupted the other party. "Resurrection of the dead is a great cause in the realm of miracles. I don't have the ability to pull back those souls that no longer exist in the world from the world of death - I'm just 'restore' and reverse the things I did back then. In a sense, none of these people died, and their genetic samples were recorded in the core of my biological life. Their souls were 'contained' deep in my soul. In theory, this process can be reversed. Of course, I couldn't do these things in the past, but now... my abilities are just enough."

Bud was silent for a moment, turned his head and stared at Belltila's eyes: "What's this? Is it some kind of 'arrogance'?"

Bertilla smiled: "Your Majesty said that sin is sin, and true sin cannot be redeemed. I want to continue to take root in this land. All I have to do is to make meritorious contributions - scientific research is to make meritorious contributions, infrastructure is to make meritorious contributions, and solving the food crisis in the Holy Spirit Plain is also to make meritorious contributions. These things are not atonement, but to "fight for merit". Besides that, everything I do is just to give myself an explanation... What you see is the explanation I give myself.

"These are not for His Majesty, nor for those who survived the disaster in the Crystal Cluster War. I didn't originally intend to show it to you. This is for myself... Of course, I have discussed it with 'them'. Only those who are interested in returning to this world will start the 'restore' process for them."

The expression on Bud's face seemed to relax a little, and then he asked curiously: "Then what step have you done now? If the situation is really as you said, with biological data and souls present, then this matter is indeed feasible in theory..."

"Belna Qingfeng in front of you is the first individual to start the restoration process. The previous stages were very smooth - she could actually wake up." Belltila finally showed a smile on her face. She gently tapped the shell of the container in front of her. Then several nerve fibers in the container lit up. After a moment, the young elf floating in the liquid actually slowly opened her eyes!

Bard was surprised. Obviously, he had never expected that Belltila's "secret project" had already progressed to the point where he could awaken the individual. Then he met Bellna's big eyes in the container. Soon, he found that the latter's expression was very dull, with a hint of confusion and confusion in his eyes. After staring blankly outside the container for nearly half a minute, the delicate elf slowly raised one hand, as if trying to say hello to the people outside, but the process was still extremely dull and slow to react.

Bard raised his hand to respond to Bernard, then looked at Bernard: "She looks...not sober... can she hear us?"

"Yes, but her thinking efficiency is not high enough, so she may not be able to keep up with our normal communication rhythm," Bell Tira nodded, "She is now in a state of being a bit like a half-dream and half-awake-her soul cannot adapt well to the new body, and the regeneration of personality has also encountered a bottleneck, and..."

Bud frowned: "And?"

"And her body cannot leave the container yet. Once she leaves, her spirit will quickly wither and decline, and her nervous system will soon fall into a state of disorder and self-destruction. In short, the external environment is fatal to her."

"You just said 'The previous stages were going well'-so you're in a bad stage now?" Bard understood something, and then he seemed to suddenly realize something. He remembered the reason why he was brought here by Belltila at the beginning, "Wait, is it the only Bellna?"

"You are very keen, Mr. Bud," Belltila said, "Yes, only Berna is like this - the reason is that the elves have special neural structures and soul 'format'. Their nervous system is too complex and sharp, and has many special structures for sensing magic and mental power. And their souls are not as stable as other races such as humans. Their souls are more likely to be connected to other realms outside the material world, which means that once their souls have left the body or try to enter a strange body, they will immediately trigger a very serious repulsive reaction..."

She paused at this point before continuing: "The problems in both aspects are very serious, and the internal mechanism is very complex. Whether it is the classic ancient druid spell or the flesh and blood biochemical technology that I use now, after the 'improvement and strengthening' of all things', it cannot be perfectly solved."

Bard finally realized what the "clue" that Belltila said before meant. He thought of the information published by the Theocracy Council internally, and the part of the content related to Philna and the Lenna sisters, and his eyes slowly opened: "So... Philna or Lenna could not use any druid technology to reshape the body of his sisters, and it was even more impossible to use one soul to control two bodies - unless they used technology not known to mortals!"

Belltila nodded slightly and said slowly: "Firna and Lerna sisters are disobedients from ancient times. According to the intelligence of the Theocracy Council, the disobedient sisters encountered a terrible accident a thousand years ago... They were sucked into the realm of the Kingdom of God. No one knew what they had experienced there, and no one knew how they survived. People only knew that one of their sisters later returned to the real world alive. Not long after, the one who returned alive used some "obsession" to copy the body of his sisters and controlled both bodies with a soul, maintaining the illusion that all the sisters were in the world...

"I have to say that this is a sad and touching story. The efforts of the disobedients are worthy of being moved by us, but we have never been able to notice the abnormality behind this... It is no wonder, because even in the Gondor era, replicating the human body was an extremely cutting-edge and taboo thing. Even if disobedients often do taboo things, their main members and research directions at that time were limited to the race of humans - the elves had never copied themselves and had never conducted research on this aspect. They were not a disobedient species, and they did not like others to do disobedient things on themselves, which led to..."

Before Belltila finished speaking, Bud took the initiative to take over the second half of the sentence: "It has led to no one discovering the fact that elves cannot be copied and soul parasitized with biochemical technology - Philna's 'sisters' deceived everyone."

“That’s it.”

"Then the next key is - why do they do this? How did they do it?" Bard began to think quickly, his brows frowned more and more. "The disobedients at that time thought that the one who came back at that time copied the body of their sisters, and then used one soul to control two bodies to pretend that their sisters were still alive. But the fact is that this matter does not work technically unless they are not using known technology... And the disobedient organizations had already represented the technological peak of mortal countries in the past. The biochemical technology you use now is also the same peak, something you can't do..."

He shook his head, bent his fingers and tapped his temples, and forced his slightly restless thoughts to calm down: "Lerna or Firna used unknown technology to create a body. Is their purpose really just to pretend that their sisters are still alive? I suddenly doubt this now... If they use knowledge outside of mortals, if they are contaminated when they are sucked into the Kingdom of God, then this will be terrifying."

"What's even more terrifying is that this happened a thousand years ago," Belltila suddenly said to the side, "For the entire thousand years after that, they were disobedients, great druids who inherited ancient knowledge, the head of the Church of the Death of All Things, and the makers and executors of many plans. Their words and deeds are indeed strange, but even so strange, we still treat them as "mortals" who are at least like ourselves for a long time... This is the most terrifying thing."
Chapter completed!