The Cecilian newspapers and radio were very interesting things, and all kinds of news from afar always appeared on it. When Belltila was still a human, she became interested in these two new things, and when she became a plant, she became more keen on these two things.

After all, as a plant, she has lost the ability to go far away.

In order to meet the unstoppable requirements of the Thorin Giant Tree, the Cecils stationed here showed appropriate kindness: they would bring the latest newspapers and magazines, and Margarita even ordered a magic network terminal to be installed next to the trunk of the Thorin Giant Tree, so that Bell Tira can control himself and watch it himself.

Belltila learned the name Norris in a newspaper's agricultural sector and on a Magic Network program.

This is indeed a great man, the leader of the empire, and is said to be one of the founders of Cecilki's inheritance.

Even though he is just an ordinary person without extraordinary abilities.

Belltila couldn't help but look at Norris seriously again. She felt that the old man in front of her might not be as old as she thought at first.

He just aged too early.

This old and weak appearance has been seen by many pioneers who rushed out of the wasteland. Many of her ancestors who survived hard on the wasteland were like this. In the later kingdom era, the poor people who survived hard were still like this.

She saw too many stories from Norris in an instant that she couldn't help but feel a little surprised, but her blunt face did not show the faint psychological fluctuation. She just asked curiously: "Are you here to find me?"

"I'll take a look at the 'Miracle of the Thorin Tree', which is said to maintain the vitality of spring," Norris nodded slowly. "I saw it, it's really incredible...you've almost completely healed this area."

"Are you trying to rebuild the cities and villages of the eastern plains?" Belltila asked curiously.

"Can you see?"

"I can see a little bit," said Belltila. "From the highest point of my tree canopy, you can vaguely see the mudflats on the edge of the Pinewood Valley, where smoke has risen recently, and a crystal tower that is standing up."

Norris nodded: "That's the Pinewood Valley Camp, where they are restoring the logging farms and mines there, preparing for the Red Maple Reconstruction Camp's projects next year."

"You must be doing it very hard...I know, it's winter outside," said Belltila slowly. "Why do you have to do this in winter? You can wait until the ice and snow melt in the late spring of the coming year and you can hide in the warm southern city first."

"After a winter, hungry jackals will completely occupy the wasteland. By late spring, we have to spend time building camps, repairing houses and digging water sources. Every time we miss the opportunity to till till we may miss an extra season of food, and some people may starve to death," Norris said calmly. "The food in the south is not surplus, and the food collected from multiple sources in the west is only enough for us to support next year's harvest season. In those areas with shortage of food... whether people can survive may be just a bite of food."

After a few seconds, Belltila spoke softly: "...you don't want to starve one person to death, right?"

"No one should be starved to death," Norris said.

"But there will certainly be people who will starve to death, at least this winter, at least before the grain-producing areas of the Holy Spirit Plain reply..."

"Maybe, but that's not the reason," Norris shook his head. "I am the Minister of Agriculture. His Majesty has given me the task of feeding every Cecil as much as possible. It is the right of citizens, and other than that, it is not something I want to consider."

A gust of wind blew from a distance, with a little chill. Although this chill could be called milder than the cold winter wind outside, it still made Norris cough a few times.

A rustling sound came from the canopy of the giant Thorin tree, and the cool breeze stopped abruptly.

"Thank you... this is your power, right?" Norris felt the soothing of his body. He was no longer the ignorant farmer he used to be. He could guess the extraordinary power contained in it. "I feel much better."

"It's just a few tricks, no need to worry about it."

Norris was silent for a moment, and suddenly waved his hand to the person who followed him: "You guys go and rest first, I want to stay here for a while."

A young official subconsciously stepped forward: "Minister, you..."

"I'm in a good shape now," Norris said to the young man with a smile, "I want to chat with this lady for a little longer."

"……yes."

The entourage left.

Under the Thorin tree, only an old Minister of Agriculture stood against a former pioneer who had witnessed the ups and downs of seven centuries.

"Your body is not optimistic, Mr. Norris," Belltila broke the silence first, "As a mortal, your deadline is approaching."

Norris smiled and shook his head: "...I know, but it doesn't feel very good when I hear someone say it so directly."

"Sorry, I haven't tried soft words in a long time," said Belltila. "So do you hope my strength can help you live longer?"

"I know a pretty smart druid... Although his personality is a problem, he is very capable. He said that aging is the fate of most mortals. Even the magical art before the fall of Baixing is difficult to reverse this law."

"...He said it's right, it seems you're not looking for me for your physical condition," Belltila looked into Norris's eyes, "Then are you really just here to see what the Thorin tree looks like?"

"I want to see what's going on here that can work for our reconstruction," Norris smiled. "Especially the food problem... After all, there are the best druids of the Empire, and a giant Thorin tree called the 'natural miracle'."

Belltila thought for a while, and suddenly there was a rustling sound from the nearby bushes. A small gray beast ran out from inside, holding a red fruit as big as a fist in his arms.

Belltila bent down, took the fruit from the little beast, and handed it to Norris in front of him: "This is the fruit I have. According to the humans here, it tastes good and can fill the stomach."

Norris took the fruit in surprise, looked carefully, and asked, "How many fruits can you... bear?"

"It can probably feed people in a medium-sized town. If you don't mind the taste and slight toxicity, you can eat leaves if you fill your stomach in the short term. You can feed two or three times the population, but please don't pick too much at once. I still need photosynthesis."

"…We have more than one town to eat," Norris shook his head, "but these fruits should really solve some problems."

"I'm afraid I can't do it if I want to solve the problem of food shortage in the entire plain area," Belltila shook her head. "Even if I pump more heat from the ground and turn the open land around Solinburg into fertile fields, it's probably not enough."

Norris thought, and asked again: "Can the miracle of the Thorin tree be copied?"

"...I'm afraid not. The formation of the Thorin giant tree has very complex factors, which requires the power of gods, the life of a large number of high-level druids, the magic power accumulated over a long period of time and the uncountable luck. Even so, I haven't fully understood how I had this transformation in front of me. Mr. Norris, there will be no second Thorin giant tree, at least I don't know how to reproduce this process."

Norris sighed deeply: "Oh, I should have thought of this. The food problems of countless ordinary people are indeed unable to rely on miracles that cannot be replicated."

Belltila listened to the other party's words and suddenly repeated softly: "Is it a miracle that cannot be copied..."

"Yes, tens of thousands of ordinary people need food, and the empire needs large areas of grain production. What we need is a solution that can be copied, promoted, and used in most places, not a miracle, otherwise..." Norris said, looking at the red fruit in his hand, shook his head with a wry smile, "Otherwise it will be the cake on the aristocratic dining table."

"Cake on the aristocratic dining table?"

"Delicious, but only to a few people," Norris shook his head, "and most people will starve to death outside the castle."

Belltila suddenly fell silent.

The wind blew across the canopy of the giant Thorin tree, making a clamor between the branches and leaves.

After a few seconds, she broke the silence: "We never thought of this path..."

Norris didn't hear clearly: "What road?"

"No, nothing," Belltila shook her head, "I just suddenly remembered something. Not long ago, I had arrogantly scolded a young man, scolding him for never looking down at those humble people. Now I think about it... it's just ridiculous."

After a pause, she said, "Mr. Norris, if the only help I can provide here is these fruits, what are your plans for the next step?"

"Plan? Of course, it is to continue to rebuild this land," Norris said calmly, "We want to rebuild those major areas on the east coast of Gorgon and around the Red Maple, and to build camps in important forest farms, mines, and water sources. We will measure inch by inch, rebuild foot by foot. Sooner or later, there will be hope as long as people are still there."

Belltila didn't say anything. She was silent for a long time, staring at the old man in front of her who was about to reach the end.

But what she really saw were the people behind this old man.

Those who set up camps in the snow and ice of the Holy Spirit Plain to prepare for the coming year; those who are trekking on abandoned roads to transport supplies for reconstruction projects; those who are negotiating with neighbors at the borders of the empire and working hard to resolve the food shortage.

One percent of extraordinary people, ninety-nine percent of ordinary people.

These ordinary people plan to achieve a miracle that even the extraordinary people find impossible to achieve.

She closed her eyes, but she could only close the eyes of this mimicry body. The perception of the giant Thorin tree was still open, allowing her to see the entire Thorin area clearly and perceive herself clearly.

There is almost a huge tree as big as a town, towering to the canopy close to the clouds, a powerful natural force field, and an unimaginable extraordinary power.

What a huge miracle that all things will eventually perish. This miracle can even make any extraordinary person ever feel trembling. It can be painted in a scroll and hung in the king's castle, and can be sung by bards for a thousand years.

The fruit produced by this "miracle" cannot even feed one-tenth of the population on the Holy Spirit Plain.

A shitty great cause.

Belltila opened her eyes.

"I'm a druid." She looked at Norris and suddenly said as if she was blind.

Norris didn't understand for a moment: "Ah?"

"It's nothing, I just remembered my identity," Belltila smiled, the smile was no different from that of a human being. "Maybe, it's time to do something that the first pioneers should do."

Yes, Trail Blazer, she almost forgot that she was still a Trail Blazer.

She also experienced that difficult time. When she rushed out of the wasteland, everyone was short of clothes and food, no medicine, and was isolated and helpless, all the magic tools failed. They could only use people to carry them on their shoulders to reclaim the land, and when they were chiseling stones from the mountains to plows, and digging soil to build houses.

The hungry people were walking on the road, and one of them would fall down as they walked. The king led his army to defend the border. Before the war ended, he died in the high ground. An unknown plague broke out in the pioneering area. She led the druids in the school to surpass ordinary people with their own vitality and try the medicine out as if they were filled in their lives... Didn't that day come?

The pioneers at that time had no "miracle" to count on.

She seemed to understand the intention of the "outdoor wanderer" to leave her behind.

"Mr. Norris, I wish you all the best," said Belltila. "As for this... I will work with the druids here. In fact, they were trying to cultivate seeds that were more suitable for the cold zone before this, but there was no progress for a while."

She has accumulated hundreds of years of knowledge, some from the Holy Spirit denomination, and some from the end of the world.

There are still remaining culture sacs underground here. Those culture sacs were used to create terrible monsters, but if used properly, they can also be used in the right way.

The Cecils don't know how to use those dangerous things, but she understands them.

She had wasted too much time. Although she wanted to live like a plant and no longer recalled the dark and crazy past, she could not waste all her time on photosynthesis.

Norris' eyes were brighter. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he seemed to feel that the lady in front of him who was still lacking in motivation the moment before suddenly became energetic.

Anyway, this is a good thing.

"Thank you for your help," he said sincerely, "this is a great thing that will bring blessings to countless people, even countless generations."
Chapter completed!