When the first day of summer came, it rained all night in the Sorin area, and the continuous haze continued until the next day.

The towering giant Solin trees stand proudly on this revived land. The fortress-like canopy extends out, covering one-third of the Solin Castle in the distance and a large plain outside the castle. The giant trees blocked the rain all night, but the streams formed after the rain flowed from the areas covered by the giant trees. They winded along the low-lying areas between various scientific research, warehousing and industrial facilities areas to gather next to the newly built Druid Institute in the basement area of ​​the trunk, where they gathered into a small pond, and finally flowed into the nearby tree roots, leading to the pores deep into the ground, becoming part of the underground river.

The connected street lights stand on both sides of the road, and a large number of high-power lighting equipment are hung on the bottom of the canopy of the giant tree. These artificial lights dispel the large area of ​​"nightfall" caused by the huge plant. Margarita came from the sunny plain outside to this area covered by the canopy. She saw soldiers guarding the street lights, and many people looked over and watched on the path between the houses.

Margarita ignored them. She walked through the guards and passed the guards who saluted her and came to the near the roots of the giant tree. A large number of tangled vines and wooden structures differentiated from the trunks cleverly "growed" into a hut. The flower vines connected to the roof squirmed slightly in the air like blood vessels. Two tall tree people with green eyes stood in front of the hut. They were almost taller than the spire of the house. In their thick and powerful palms, the team called "Gorgon Cannon" used track acceleration cannons. The torso covered with heavy bark and wooden nodules were fixed with long steel nails to power the magic net device for energy.

——This small rail gun named after the most important life river of the empire, the Gorgon River, is a variant of the Persuasionist rail gun. It is usually used on light mobile vehicles, but with a slight improvement, it can be used for large summoned creatures with huge armed forces. At present, this modification is only used in a small range. One day, if technical experts solve the problem of spell model of summoned creatures, such armed forces will probably be of great use.

The tree people did not react much to the appearance of Margarita. They just moved a small step slightly toward the side. The sound of wood and leaves rubbing from their bodies. Margarita passed their thick legs and feet, and the door of the small wooden house in front of them had already opened before she approached.

A squirming flower vine "walked" out of it, and Belltila appeared in front of Margarita.

"How is Minister Norris?" the young female knight immediately stepped forward and asked.

"I was unconscious for a while, but now I'm just awake, but not long," said Belltila calmly, "...just today, Miss Margarita."

A cloud filled Margarina's eyebrows and her voice subconsciously lowered: "Is there really no way?"

"We have moved him here - I tried my best to maintain his life with the power of the Thorin Tree, but aging itself is the most difficult law of nature to defy - not to mention that Norris's situation is not just as simple as aging," said Belltila. "For the past few decades, his body has been on the road of overdrawing - which is the norm for the poor, but he has been overdrawn so severe that it is so serious that both magic and miracles are irreversible. In fact, it is a miracle that he can live to this day - he should have died last winter."

Margarita was silent for a moment and took a light breath: "I want to go in and take a look."

Belltila looked at the female knight in front of her, and a hint of helplessness finally emerged on her face, which was difficult to express due to dehumanization and mutation: "We'd better avoid all visits now, but... at this point, these measures are meaningless. And if it were you, Norris should be willing to meet you."

Margarita followed the former deceased minister and stepped into the "house of life" generated by miracle spells.

Under the illumination of some kind of glowing plant, the hut maintained the right light, a soft collapse made of wood structures and vines and grass leaves were placed in the middle of the hut, and Margarita saw Norris, the old man was lying there, covered with a blanket, and several thin vines spread out from the blanket, all the way to the ceiling.

Margarita came to Norris and bent down slightly: "Minister Norris, it's me."

Norris saw the woman in front of him clearly, and a smile slowly appeared on his wrinkled face: "Miss Margarita... Thank you for your care these days."

"Please don't say that, you are the most important person in the entire reconstruction area," Margarita said immediately. "If it weren't for you, this land wouldn't have been restored so quickly..."

"Everyone here is important," Norris's voice was light, but every word was still clear, "Miss Margarita, I'm sorry, there's some work I might not have done."

"No, you still..." Margarita immediately said subconsciously, but she looked at Norris' calm face and swallowed all the words behind her back.

Deep in the deep wrinkles and exhausted flesh and blood, vitality has begun to flow away from the old man's body.

Norris just smiled, his eyes rolled up little by little, swept through the few furnishings in the cottage—some specimens, some seeds, some manuscripts, and a crystal clear glass tube, a wheat still maintaining green standing quietly in the container, soaking in a nearly transparent alchemy solvent.

"Actually I have no regrets..." the old man said in a low voice, "No big surprise, this year's harvest can be guaranteed, and we avoided a terrible famine... The agronomy manuscript that His Majesty has also been written, but I have no energy to finish the final arrangement, but my apprenticeship and assistant have grown up, and they are very reliable... The Government Affairs Department has always been prepared, and even if I leave, someone will take over immediately..."

"Don't say too much at once," Bell Tira's slightly stiff voice suddenly came from the side, "this will further reduce your strength."

"It's time, let me say a few more words," Norris shook his head very slowly, and said with relief. "I know my situation... I have known it many years ago. I probably died earlier. I have read books, met the world with the priests in the city, and I know what will happen to a person who squeezes out all his strength in the fields..."

Margarita looked at the old man in front of her and slowly reached out and held the other person's hand.

She knew that the old man's final awakening was about to end.

She heard a low, slightly vague sound coming into her ears—

"...Our family once owed a lot of money, a lot of money... probably equivalent to a sword of a knight, or a little gem on a missionary glove - Miss Margarita. That's really a lot, and it takes several trucks of wheat to pay it back.

"That money made me read, but at that time, reading was not useful - to pay back my debts, my father and mother died very early, and I... spent most of my life working in the fields or doing hard work for people. So I knew how my body became like this, and I was ready for it very early.

"But at that time there were many people like me, including serfs and free people - poor free people, but they didn't know that they only knew that civilians would die very early, and nobles could live for a century... Missionaries said that this was decided by God. It was precisely because the poor were humble that they had natural defects in lifespan, and nobles could live for a century. This is evidence of noble bloodline... Most of them believed this statement.

"I read, I read books, I know what's going on, but it was useless at that time. The only gain that literacy brought to me was that I knew clearly what would happen to me in the future, but I could only continue to lower my head and dig potatoes and grow perilla vegetables in the fields - because if we didn't, our whole family would starve to death.

"Miss Margarita, you can't imagine that kind of life - I know you are a good knight, but there are some things you can't imagine."

Margarita subconsciously held the old man's hand, her lips twitched a few times, but finally she could only nod her head gently: "Yes, Minister Norris, I...sorry."

"No, no sorry," Norris's eyelids drooped a little lower than before, "because it was not your fault, and the happiest thing was that such days had passed, Miss Margarita, such days had passed.

"Civilians do not have to do hard work like my parents and I to exchange for food that is barely filled. No one will take two-thirds or more of the food from our barn to pay taxes. We have the right to eat the fish we catch at any time, to eat white bread and sugar on ordinary days, and we do not have to creep the nobles on the roadside, nor to kiss the shoes and footprints of missionaries... Miss Margarita, thank our Majesty, and thank many people who are willing to follow His Majesty like you, and that those days have passed.

“I just want to say, don’t let that day come back again.

"Miss Belltila, I know you have always had doubts about what we are doing. I know you don't understand some of my 'parametric', but I want to say... At any time, no matter what situation you face, it is the most important thing to fill your stomach and let more people survive.

"I took people from the agricultural sector to do a large-scale statistics. We calculated the population and land, calculated the consumption of food and the current output of various staple foods... and also estimated the consumption and production after the population growth. We have some numbers, right in my assistant's hands, please give it to His Majesty... We must give it to him. Hunger is the most terrible thing in the world. No one should be starved to death... No matter what happens, whether it is industry or commerce, some arable land is absolutely not allowed to move, and don't change the staple foods rashly...

"In addition, there is too little food suitable for planting in the north. Although the Holy Spirit Plain is fertile, our population will definitely grow significantly, because now almost all babies will survive - we need the land in the south to feed these people, especially in the dark mountains, and there are many places to be cultivated..."

He suddenly coughed, and the violent cough interrupted what he wanted to say later. Belltila raised his hand almost instantly. A powerful healing power that was considered to be an excessive amount of for ordinary people was released on Norris, and Margarita immediately came to the old man's ear: "Your Majesty is already on the road, he will arrive soon, you can..."

Before she could finish her words, Norris shook her head and interrupted her.

The latter's eyes that had already drooped were raised again. After a few seconds of silence and memories, a smile mixed with sudden and relieved suddenly floated on his face.

"Ah, maybe... he didn't lie to me..." Norris's eyes lit up briefly, and he said with almost joy, "He didn't lie to me..."

"Minister Norris," Margarita asked, holding the old man's hand, leaning down, "Who did you say? Who didn't lie to you?"

"The missionary...that missionary..."

Norris murmured in a low voice, feeling his heavy body finally lighter, and in the blurry light and shadow, he saw his parents standing beside him, wearing the shabby clothes of memory, standing barefoot on the ground, with a humble and dull smile, for a man in the robe of the Goddess of Harvest was standing in front of them.

There are also some children and their parents standing nearby, while the elders in the village stand behind the priest.

Everyone's faces were blurry.

The priest's face was also blurry, but Norris could hear his voice. The priest stretched out his hand and rubbed Norris' head twice, as if he had a smile and said casually:
Chapter completed!