Within the following days, the post-war meeting began to proceed smoothly according to the scheduled process, and one by one was thrown out and one by one was discussed. Most of the contents were essentially formulating various post-war economic recovery and cross-border aid plans. As the meeting deepened, various issues involving the division of post-war wastelands and the development rights were gradually brought to the table.

These are extremely sensitive "cake splitting" issues, but they are carried out in a surprisingly smooth manner. As many people have realized, the three empires have actually set the tone privately on this issue involving the basic order of the alliance.

Whether it is Tifong or Cecil, or Silver located in the far south of the mainland, no empire wants the alliance to become chaotic. Under this premise, all the problems that may lead to alliance chaos were "ventilated" long before the official start of the Talash Conference. As the saying goes, big events hold small meetings, small meetings, and small meetings really involve the tone of the tone will not be put on the big negotiating table at all, but what can be discussed at the conference are destined to be the "details" left after the three empires have finalized the general direction.

Belsetia Morning Star stood on the terrace at a high place, quietly looking at the night above the Talash Plain. In this position that can overlook the earth, you can see beams of light evoked from the dark earth, extending into the distance like chains. At the root of these beams, you can see sparse artificial lights. Those lights appear weak and much rarer than those of the Elves' Court. However, in this land that has been shrouded in darkness for seven hundred years, even the weakest lights appear precious.

Footsteps came from behind, and the Silver Queen spoke slowly without looking back: "Today, we finally finalized the food aid plan for the Gaoling Kingdom and the Auguri tribe state, and the Alliance Food Committee should be busy soon."

"The weather has begun to cool down. The southern and western regions of the mainland, which were the most damaged in the war, have lost half of the grain production land," Elaine's voice came from the side. "Although the pollution caused by the chaos magic has subsided, the destroyed fertile fields cannot grow again until the next sowing season. Many areas will face severe ration pressure. I am very worried whether the Food Commission can really solve such a big problem. After all, the Gaoling Kingdom itself was once one of the largest grain producing countries in the alliance."

"Yes, the pressure is indeed great, especially the countries of Loren have used a large amount of reserves to support Tarlond. At that time, no one expected that the next food shortage would come like this," Belsetia shook her head. "But what Uncle Gaowen meant, the situation did not seem to be as serious as expected. It was mainly because the Solin Tree Sea, which had spread to the northern part of Talash. The huge sea of ​​trees was speeding up the absorption of biomass remains left by all things that would eventually die and convert it into edible parts, which was enough to relieve some of the food pressure."

"The fruits bred from that sea of ​​trees..." Elaine's expression suddenly became a little weird. "I heard that the sea of ​​Solin feeds on the remains of biochemical and synthetic beasts and dark roots. The foods transformed in this way... Although they know that they are not poisonous, they still feel strange."

"But the hungry victims would not consider these things," Belsetia glanced at Elaine. "In the face of life and death, they would not care whether the food in their hands grew out of the corpses of monsters, and the land itself is the place where life dies. There are countless strange things buried under every piece of land we cultivate. Don't care about this detail."

"It's true, as you said," Elaine nodded, then she was a little curious, "But I heard that the yield of Solin tree fruit is not actually high. Can relying on the fruits of that sea of ​​trees really relieve the food pressure faced by the entire continent?"

Belsetia thought for a moment and said slowly: "It is said that the latest leaves and some of the rhizomes of the Thorin tree have begun to become edible. Before this winter, more than 70% of the newborn parts of her body will be transformed into safe food in a specific process method or even as a staple food."

Elaine listened and opened her eyes a little bit wide, until she finally couldn't help but exclaim: "Turn the body into food too?! This... this is not the fruit that grows... Sister Belltila..."

"She is still the same as she used to be," Belsetia interrupted Elaine's words, "You know, when we know the news, it must have been her decision. Sister Belsetia always believes that she has some responsibility for the mess that will be left behind by all things, even though the branches in the wasteland have no relationship with her. In this regard, she is even a little paranoid."

"...We can't make decisions for her, nor can we make decisions for those victims," ​​Elaine exhaled softly, "If Uncle Gao Wen also agrees to this matter, then we are even less qualified to say anything."

"Yes, Uncle Gaowen agrees," Belsetia nodded, and then her expression became slightly serious. "At this point, what do you think of the 'plan' proposed by Uncle Gaowen? About the rune stones in the Deep Blue Net..."

Elaine frowned slightly and said with some uncertainty: "I don't know if this is a good or a bad thing in the end, but as Princess Ophelia said, this is a thing that has to be done. If it cannot be removed, we can only choose to try to make it from an uncontrolled bomb to a controlled one. But if we really find a way to control this 'planet transformation system', no one can say whether this will be another 'wasteland crisis' in the future. After all, people are unpredictable, and most humans do not have full vision and firm belief like Uncle Gaowen."

Belsetia held the railings on the edge of the terrace with her hands and stared at the darkness in the distance: "From the human point of view, it may be a bit too early to think about these things now, but from the elves' perspective, many of the problems of 'being too early' are in the near future. Uncle Gaowen could not have thought of this, but he still chose to start this plan. This only means that the benefits of this matter outweigh the risks, or... when the risks are already destined, the risk of doing so is relatively small."

"Oh, sometimes when you think about it carefully, this world is really full of maliciousness towards us," Elaine sighed helplessly. "The end of the world always seems to be with you, but most of us really just want to survive safely."

"Every day we survive, we are already a little lucky than those civilizations that died prematurely," Belsetia raised her head and looked up at the starry night sky. Over this land with little light, the sky that had just been purified seemed clearer than anywhere on the Loren continent, and there were more stars than anywhere else. Between the twinkling stars, some imagination of the distance was attracting the attention of the Silver Queen, "So sometimes I am also very curious about the civilization that is constantly sending signals to us... are they also facing the malice of this world like us, and carefully maintaining the survival of every day?"

"... They have developed to the level where they can send signals to the opposite side of the starry sea. That may be a civilization that is far stronger than us," Elaine answered the queen's casual feelings seriously, "But advanced does not necessarily mean friendship, and no one can be sure whether this civilization that is constantly sending signals is friendly. Although judging from the content they are sending now, this civilization has not shown any malicious intentions to the outside world..."

Belsetia nodded slightly: "The alliance is already discussing the issue of this alien signal. Tomorrow, a further 'Star Sea Plan' will be put on the table. Although we are not ready to step into the starry sky directly, this continuous signal and the discovery at the Viplanton Observatory have pushed the vast starry sky in front of everyone... There are other civilizations in the starry sky, and the pioneers among us have put in great effort to crack the 'password' of communication with alien civilizations. We cannot turn a blind eye to the facts."

The maid Elaine seemed to be thinking about this topic and did not speak for a few seconds. Belsetia couldn't help laughing when she saw this: "What are you thinking, Elaine?"

"I was thinking... At the Talash conference, which focuses on the heavy and serious topics of food crisis, medical aid, and post-war interests, such a topic about the starry sky seems to be the 'only romance' in the heavy atmosphere," Elaine smiled. "Maybe Uncle Gaowen temporarily added the 'Star Sea Plan' to the meeting agenda for this purpose, right?"

"... Although this sounds good, I always feel that he didn't think so much. He should have just suddenly thought about it and added it," Queen Silver sighed slightly, "Uncle Gao Wen is a pragmatist, and we can't understand his romance."

...

"Just send it here." Diana turned her head and said to several guards who came with her.

Several extraordinary Tifeng men bowed their heads and retreated silently. Diana took her gaze from them. She turned to look forward and saw that the corridor with a distinct Gondor style seemed to extend infinitely in the field of view. A row of faint lights illuminated the underground space directly below the deep blue well. At the end of the corridor was a gate that looked extremely thick, and on both sides of the corridor, metal gates were neatly arranged on the walls made of alloy.

When Diana's eyes fell on the neatly arranged metal gates, the light above one of the doors suddenly lit up, and a bright indicative track appeared on the floor, and a mechanical synthesized sound rang out in the empty underground space: "Soldier, your repair trough is ready, go along the indicative track, room number R-635."

How long has it been since I heard this prompt?

This familiar and unfamiliar system prompt made Diana's mental core slightly warm, and those ancient memories remain in her memory. However, even with the iron man's artificial mind, when recalling these pictures, it seemed to be faded brown and yellow. She took a step and walked towards one of the rooms along the flowing light. With the slight friction of the mechanical device, the alloy gate slid lightly in front of her, and a small restoration room appeared in front of her.

Diana walked into it and saw seven or eight "repair tanks" neatly arranged in this small-scale restoration room. It was a metal platform with silver-white paint, like the size of a single bed, with a depression in the center. At the edge of each platform, you could see various maintenance equipment waiting for it. At this moment, all the repair tanks in the room were empty, and the edges were dim, and only the light on the edge of the platform was slightly lit, obviously preparing for her.

"Soldier, remove your clothes and go forward, your repair slot is marked."

The prompt sound rang in her ears, Diana calmed down, temporarily suppressed the somewhat messy thoughts in her heart, and prepared according to the sounds prompted by the system. In this process, she could always feel that there was a "will" and the "will" that was here, in this room, in this base, in this area of ​​the entire deep blue well.

Diana knew that this was "she" watching herself. A long time ago, she was also a node under the control of this "consciousness", but now she is no longer there, and this consciousness examines her gaze at this moment...it seems a little curious.

This repair facility is located at the edge of the Iron Man production and maintenance array, and is generally in the "shallow area" of the deep blue fortress. It is still thousands of meters of soil, rock, steel and cement between it and the deepest Ophelia matrix. However, this thousand-meter barrier cannot stop Ophelia Norton's "eye" transmitted by countless data links and induction devices.

Diana lay down in the repair tank assigned to her. Bingliang but with a strange sense of peace of mind stimulated her bionic skin. She felt that her mental core had gradually returned to smooth operation, while the working machinery arranged around the repair tank were making slight buzzing sounds one by one. The equipment here was checking a body that had been transformed and repaired after seven hundred years, and trying to develop a feasible "recovery" plan. This must not be simple.

There seemed to be a free time before these devices were ready. Diana's eyes were focused on the ceiling. She saw a ring-shaped structure directly above the repair tank, with many cables and dormant robotic arms hovering at the edge of the ring-shaped structure. In the center of the ring-shaped structure, you could see a device emitting a dark red light flashing slightly, like a strange eye.

It was indeed an eye, and Diana quickly understood this point. It was the eyes of Ophelia Norton. A long time ago, the Gondor Princess who was responsible for managing the Iron Man Corps used many such or similar magic devices to monitor the Iron Man soldiers. Every production array, every maintenance unit, every storage or transportation facility, and even every Iron Man soldiers had an "extension unit" connected to this system. The Iron Man was used to it and even felt very friendly. But at this moment, Diana looked at that eye and suddenly felt a little awkward.

As if he noticed the uneasiness of the Iron Man soldier, Ophelia Norton's voice rang in the room: "You look a little nervous, Diana."

"…Sorry," Diana replied softly, "I haven't been lying in the repair trough for many years."

"Maybe not just because of this," Ophelia's voice sounded gentle and dull, "but it doesn't matter. I want to fix your body that is already on the verge of limits first."
Chapter completed!