For the ever-changing changes in Ms. Bertilla, the former dark female minister, after becoming a plant, Bard has long been accustomed to the past two years. Thinking of the earth-shaking changes that everyone living on this land has faced in the past two years, these small changes have become insignificant since the legendary hero who came out of the epic story unveiled the coffin, everything in this world is changing rapidly, and no one is exceptional.

Belltila just happens to be the one with the most changes.

"Does life have a sense of ritual..." He chuckled softly, his mood relaxed at some point. "It's true like what she'll say recently... Well, I know, I'll go find her as soon as possible."

General Margarita nodded, but before turning and leaving, she kindly reminded her: "Mr. Bud, wipe your eyes first."

"Eyes..." Bud was stunned for a moment, and finally realized it later. He smiled a little embarrassedly, and wiped the cold water marks on his face with the back of his hand, "Thank you, General."

...

Through the lush branches at the edge of the canopy area, through the "curtain" and "green wall" formed by layers of broad leaves, you can directly access the facilities inside the giant through the well-connected pipeline transportation system set up in the canopy. Bard sat in a translucent "container" that seemed to be a kind of pod, and went along the semi-open wooden track to the Biochemical Laboratory of Belltila. He looked out the track, and the container was just passing through an open section inside the canopy, so some scenes that only people with special access rights could see came and appeared in front of him.

He saw that the amazingly large wooden "skeleton" supported one continuous ellipsoidal space after another. Although those skeletons were wood, they were tougher than steel; they had equally reinforced branches and metallic leaves covered between wooden beams, forming domes and barriers; glowing vines and huge, chandeliers drooped down from the dome, making the lights in these "caves within the canopy" bright, completely unlike the enclosed spaces wrapped in hundreds of meters thick wood and leaves.

Inside this space after another, a large number of neatly arranged pods are fixed to the barriers of the wooden structure. The fiber pipes and neural structures extend from the pods, gather on the flat, solid, metal-shiny ground, and are connected to the "pools" on the ground. The pools are covered with tough transparent shells, and the biomass solution inside them slowly ripples.

Those "pools" are cross-type biomass splitting pools designed by Bell Tira, responsible for providing nutrition to the biochemical plants here, while those pods are sleeping in thousands of embryos or biological substrates, most of which are experimental projects of the Imperial Druid Association, and others are orders from other domestic institutions, including unit matrix of artificial nerve cords, generalized servo brains and plasma as is.

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With the establishment of the alliance, the connections between countries have become increasingly close. Some orders from abroad have been allocated to biochemical plants within the Solin Gianthus, but the number of these orders is still small now, and most of them are in the "primary cell adjustment" stage and will not be sent to these "evolution warehouses".

The tubular tracks crossed the upper floor of this space, and the personnel transport containers were flying briskly on the pipes. Bud saw several other tubular tracks extending from the direction of other cabins, and there were containers of varying speeds and speeds running inside. Colleagues from other departments noticed this in the containers and raised their hands to say hello to him. Bud just responded, and the containers were quickly transported to other places.

"I'm still working overtime at night..." Bud shook his head and said with some sympathy. In the corner of his eyes, a pipe that had just been generated and was still in the adjustment stage was slowly moving on the dome of the cabin. He tried to connect with a traffic interface opposite the cabin. A huge warning message was projected over a magic network terminal hanging nearby: The traffic pipe is growing here, please do not use it.

In the Solin area, many people know that this giant tree that covers the plain has an extremely large and complex internal structure, with countless factories, laboratories, residential areas and other various cabins hidden in her trunks and branches, and even hidden deep in her roots. And every day, these structures are changing, differentiating, growing, and perfecting into an even more incredible appearance. However, almost no one can accurately and completely understand the internal structure of the Solin giant tree, nor do they know what her growth blueprint will look like in the next stage.

Even in the entire empire, there are very few people who can know these secrets. Among them, they should include General Margarita, the highest commander here, Pitman, the president of the Empire Druid Association, several great consuls and the highest head of the empire, but the one who knows the best first-hand situation is undoubtedly the only one who "self" of this giant tree, Ms. Belltila.

Bard relaxed his spirit, and some thoughts were diverging with various thoughts. The light outside dimmed, and the pod container was running into a closed "tunnel". The light inside the container automatically illuminated after a slight delay. The light emitted by the luminous cells illuminated his slightly smiling face. After a short while, the pod outside lighted up again. He looked up at the "window", and his eyes passed through the "window" composed of a transparent gelatin shell and saw that he had arrived at a brightly lit indoor space Ms. Belltila's laboratory.

The pod opened quietly, and Bard drilled out from it and walked to the depths of the laboratory with ease. After passing through a "leaf door", he saw that the owner of the laboratory, Ms. Belltila, was sitting at a round table not far away. The root vines under her feet spread out in a relaxed manner. On the round table in front of her was a set of exquisite tea sets. At this moment, the thin porcelain tea cup with white background and gold edges was lingering in hot air, and the fragrance of tea wafted into Bard's nostrils.

Belltila looked at the liquid in the teacup very seriously. She had been looking at it for a long time before Bud arrived. Then she nodded gently, as if she was affirming the tea scent. Then she reached out and picked up the teacup, poured the water on her head very seriously. After Bud entered the house, he saw this scene.

The former wolf general was shocked and subconsciously blurted out: "Ms. Belltila?"

Belltila had already sensed Bud's breath. She turned her head slowly and nodded to the visitor: "You came a little earlier than I expected and heard that you have a letter from home. I thought you would be late for at least half an hour."

"Uh... I've received the letter from home... It's not important," Bud was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the top of Bell Tira's head, "The key is what are you doing?"

"Can't you tell?" Belltila gently shook the empty teacup in her hand, "I'm drinking tea."

Bud was stunned: "Fallen on his head?"

"Mr. Bud, have you never watered flowers since you were a child?"

Bard: "…Uh…I thought you could at least use your mouth… You see, at least from the outside, it would look more normal… Well, your logic is correct, at least from the perspective of watering flowers. But didn't you say that life needs to have a sense of ritual?"

"The sense of ritual is just a decoration of life. If I live all the way to ritual, I will lose leaves due to malnutrition from tomorrow," Belltira said casually without expression, then picked up the teapot, poured the two tea cups on the round table half full, and invited Bard, "Sit down and have a cup of tea first, this is what I just grew."

Bud was about to walk towards the round table, and then he staggered and looked at the former dark female minister in amazement: "Wait a minute, this tea leaf is your own?! Do you use the leaves you grew to make tea?!"

Belltila seemed helpless at Bud's fuss. She shook her head and reached out to pick up her cup of tea. This time she did not pour it on her head, but soaked her fingers directly in the water. The liquid in the cup was absorbed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then she glanced at Bud and said in a very natural tone: "The leaves fall back to the roots, the fallen leaves in autumn return to the soil, and become the nutrients for trees for the coming year. I just added a pot of boiling water to this process. Mr. Bud, why are you so fussy?"

Bard sat down at the round table with a strange expression. He had to admit that what the "Lady Tree" said was really reasonable, at least logically he could not refute it, but this did not prevent him from looking at the cup of tea (and the few tender leaves floating in the tea). However, soon he thought of the Thorin fruit that was very popular in the Thorin area and the local specialty candied fruit developed on this basis. The strangeness in his heart was quickly diluted. He picked up the tea cup and tasted it lightly. The strange fragrance finally calmed his somewhat confused thoughts: "Thank you, the taste is very good, Ms. Belltila."

Belltila smiled: "It's great, it seems that the tea is very effective. You calm down so that we can talk about the serious matters."

Bard was amused and cried, thinking that if he hadn't had these ghost teas, he wouldn't need any "calm" at all. His thoughts were clear, but in front of Belltira, he didn't say these words, and replaced them with a slightly awkward smile: "What's the matter with me today?"

"Some... about the old past of the Dark Cult," Belltila took her finger out of the teacup, watching the last bit of water remaining on it quickly absorbed, with a hint of depression in her tone, "Among the ministers at that time, there was a pair of elves sisters... do you still have the impression of them?"

"Lerna and Firna?" Bard recalled it quickly, "Of course, I remember that many things in the eastern and central areas of their old Ansu were responsible for. I had a lot of dealings with them while they were in the activities of these two areas. What's wrong? Why did you suddenly mention these two people?"

Beltira did not answer directly, but asked casually: "Do you know where they will go after the destruction of the sect?"

"This... I heard that they tried to win over Tifeng for a time, but after failing, they fled into the wasteland," said Bad, with uncertainty, "You should know more about this information than me."

"Yes, they escaped into the wasteland," Belltila nodded, "and there are clues that they may have colluded with the group of all the dead in the wasteland, and are plotting for the power buried in the old capital of Gondor. Therefore, His Majesty has been investigating this matter, and has learned a lot of information about the pair of elves from me..."

"I have heard of this, too." Bud nodded and said.

"So, I want to hear the 'impression' you make now," said Belltila. "About the Firna sisters, have you ever felt something... particularly inconsistent with them?"

"A special place of disagreement?" Bard frowned, "This is a very broad question... In my opinion, there are more places in disagreement. Even the upper class of the entire sect was not normal, and even Ms. Belltila, you know, it was difficult to find rational normal people in the end of the world at that time. Everyone has all kinds of weirdness and habits. As for the elves, Gemini... their way of speaking, their inseparable patterns of getting along with each other, their intertwined personalities and memories, these are not right, especially after seeing some of the information disclosed by the Theocratic Council, and knowing that they actually share the same soul... this feels even more strange."

"Well, it seems that my question is not specific enough," Belltila shook his head. "I mean, have you ever felt the inhuman qualities from them? Is there such inhuman feeling whether it is the knowledge you have mastered, the way of thinking that comes from your words and deeds, or the perspective of viewing the world, the occasionally revealed power, etc.?"

"Non-human?" Bud was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly. "Although I want to say that they are 'non-human' as elves, I guess that's not what you mean... Sorry, I really can't remember it for a while. My status was only as high as the Withered Priest, one level lower than the Master. When dealing with the Firna sisters, it was basically to accept their orders to do things, and there was not much opportunity to observe them seriously... Then again, why did you come to me to understand these things? I don't think I am a good person..."

"Because in this land, you are the only survivor of all things that survive in the world besides me," Belltila interrupted without waiting for the other party to finish speaking. "Of course, Pittman also has some contact with the original sect...but he is less suitable to be a source of intelligence than you."

Bud blinked, understanding Belltila's helplessness, and thoughtful: "It sounds like, have you investigated something recently? Or have you suddenly had some guesses?"

"I've been doing something recently, and by chance I found some clues. I began to suspect that the pair of elves had deceived everyone from the beginning, starting from...a thousand years ago in the age of Gondor."

Bard opened his eyes wide. He had guessed from Belltila's attitude that the pair of elves might have problems in the era of the end of everything, but he never expected that this matter could be traced back, and even went back all the way back to the Gondor Empire a thousand years ago. It was obvious that this matter was more complicated than he thought.
Chapter completed!