For those living in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain at this time, the arrival of spring not only means the end of the cold winter and the warmer weather, but also the most important turning point of a "battle".

After a cold winter suppression, the reconstruction of the Holy Spirit Plain will return to normal with the arrival of the moon of recovery. The day when the ice melts is the day when human beings move back towards their former homeland.

Red Maple Rebuilding Camp southern stronghold.

Dr. Druid, wearing a white green uniform, sat behind the table, looked at a table in front of him, and after his eyes swept over the record above, the tall and thin young man raised his head and looked at the tall man standing silently opposite the table, wearing a hood.

"From the eastern border area? Registered actively?"

The man wearing a hood hunched up simply, seemingly reluctant to speak.

The Druid doctor in charge of the registration is no longer a surprise. He has received hundreds of healed people, and the crystallization infection has caused unimaginable trauma to them. This trauma is not just physical - but he believes that every healed person has the opportunity to return to his normal life, at least, they will be accepted here.

"Take off the hood," said the doctor, "don't be nervous, I've seen more."

The tall man was still silent, but at least cooperated quite well. He reached out and took off the hood on his head, and then untied the scarf that covered his face.

A face covered with black scabs and residual crystals appeared in front of the doctor, and the scars left by the erosion of the crystal spread along the cheeks and even into the collar.

"...It's really a shame that you can survive," the young doctor looked at the scars and crystals for a moment, shook his head with a sigh, "But don't worry, there are many people like you here - the crystal cluster pollution leaves tens of thousands of infected people, but this land still welcomes you - this is your number plate."

The young doctor handed a metal plate pressed by a machine to the "healer" in front of him. The metal plate was flashing with fine grid lines and eye-catching numbers - 32.

"No. 32..." The tall man whispered the number above, his voice hoarse and trauma left by crystallization infection.

"You can write your name on the back or not - many healed people give themselves new names, and you can do that too. But the statistics department only recognizes your number, and everyone is the same."

The tall man did not respond, but asked hoarsely after a moment of silence: "When will I go to work?"

"Don't worry, someone will take you to the place where you work tomorrow morning," the young doctor laughed. "Before this, you can get familiar with this place and the atmosphere here-"

The roar of machines came from outside the window along with the call from the workers.

The tall and silent man looked out the window and saw a large vehicle covered with tarpaulin parked on the open ground. The workers were working together to carry the sacks unloaded from the vehicle. The young officials in uniform stood beside him and were talking to the leader of the convoy. Among the unloading workers were both healthy ordinary people and healed people with scars and crystal traces on their bodies.

The doctor stood up from behind the table and came to the window: "Welcome to the Red Maple Reconstruction Area, everything will be fine - just like this land, everything will eventually be rebuilt."

Another large truck covered with tarpaulin drove into the camp. The warming wind swept across the flagpole in the square and blew the straps used to fix the tarpaulin on one side of the carriage. More builders rushed up and skillfully carried the wooden boxes and sacks unloaded from the truck.

"This is the last batch of food that can be raised in the western region," the convoy captain looked at the last truck and said to the young official next to him. "I hope this will help you."

"It's enough," the young government affairs official in a coat nodded. "The reserves are enough to keep us up until the harvest season, and we will definitely resume production before that."

The captain of the convoy with strong arms and bearded looked forward with emotion, looking at the people who were mixed among ordinary people, with traces of crystal cluster infection on their bodies: "The infected people are difficult to live in other areas. When I crossed the border, I saw that there were still villages driving the infected people to the wilderness..."

"They are called 'healers' here, and this is the order of the superior," said the young official. "The evil forces entrenched on the land have been eradicated, and infections can no longer spread. Changing a name is the first step to change people's ideas. Of course, we also understand the fear and hostility of ordinary people towards 'crystal clusters', so if you encounter healers in the border areas again, you can let them come here. Every reconstruction camp here will accept them, and we always welcome more labor."

"I will convey it on my behalf - they have doubts about the publicity station of the Government Affairs Department, but an ordinary person returning from the reconstruction area should be more trusted by them," the captain of the convoy laughed, but his eyes swept over the trucks parked in the open space, swept over the reconstruction personnel gathered from all over the place, and couldn't help but sigh softly, "This is really incredible..."

“What’s incredible?”

"These people, and these things... the entire empire is operating just to rebuild this plain... In the Ansu era, who dares to imagine such a thing?" The captain of the convoy sighed and shook his head gently, "This is what His Majesty said about the 'New Order'..."

The young government affairs official did not respond, but looked thoughtfully in the distance, as if he had passed through the walls of the reconstruction camp and through the vast undulating plains of the wilderness...

...

The blue flag on the walls of Solinburg fluttered and stretched in the wind, and the wind seemed to bring the breath of grass and trees. The sound of rapid footsteps sounded in the long corridor of the Research Center. A gray-haired druid walked quickly through the corridor, holding a volume of information in his hand: "No. 3 neutralizer is effective! No. 3 neutralizer is effective!!"

The middle-aged druid's shouts spread throughout the corridor, and the doors of the rooms opened, and the technicians working in the facilities poked their heads out. After a brief confusion and reaction, the cheers finally began to ring throughout the corridor.

The wind blew through the courtyard outside the corridor. The extremely lush flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard swayed happily in this early spring. There were rustling sounds between the friction between the branches and leaves, as if applauding.

Near the research facility and next to the test land, Norris slowly stood up with the help of his assistant. He listened to the sounds from the plants and trees, and couldn't help looking in the direction of the giant Thorin tree. He saw the huge plant shaking his crown slightly in the bright sunlight, and countless branches and leaves swaying in the wind, as if mixed with low whispers.

"Minister, No. 3 neutralizer works," the assistant's voice came from the side, with an unconcealed excitement and joy. "In this way, even the most polluted land can be effectively purified, and the grain-producing areas of the Holy Spirit Plain can be replanted soon!"

Norris looked at the land that had recovered health in front of him, and a smile slowly appeared on his wrinkled face. He breathed a sigh of relief without any concealment. He looked at the agronomical assistants and druid experts beside him, and kept nodding: "It's good to be useful, it's good to be useful..."

His eyes swept across the faces of fatigue or excitement, and finally landed on a special ball of flower vines in the corner. The old man slowly walked over and stopped in front of the flower vines: "Ms. Belltila, thank you for your help. Without you, we would not have found the most effective purification plan so quickly..."

The vines squirmed and squirmed, and as the green leaves and flowers tangled and grew, a female figure emerged from it. Belltila appeared in front of everyone, with a dull expression: "Don't thank me... In the final analysis, I'm just remedying the mistakes we made in person."

"But No. 3 neutralizer is done with your assistance after all," Norris shook his head slightly, "and without your life catalytic power, we would not have completed all sample tests and comparison analysis in just one winter."

Belltila listened to Norris's words, and there was only a calmness on her face that lacked expression.

The poisoner knows how to detoxify. The Death Society, which once spread curses on this land, naturally has detailed information about this curse. As a "miracle creation" that inherited the final legacy of the Death Society, she did successfully help the people of the Solinburg Research Institute find the best way to neutralize crystallization pollution in the soil, but in her own opinion...

This really cannot be called a kind of "glory".

"It is not enough to just find the No. 3 neutralizer. The next difficulty is how to mass-produce it as soon as possible," an expert present broke the silence. "It takes time to go from the research room to the factory, and it also takes time to turn from raw materials to products - spring farming will begin soon. Whether the farming in severely polluted areas can be restored is the key to our smooth passage of this difficulty."

"Fortunately, the preparation process of neutralizing agents is not complicated. The existing alchemy factories should have production conditions. The key is to prepare raw materials and transform the reactor," said another technician. "If the alchemy factories in Saint-Sunil and Pompeii start construction at the same time, it should be too late."

Belltila listened to people's discussion, and the branches and flowers behind her swayed gently: "If I need me, I can help - the ecological pods grown in my roots can also be used for synthetic neutralizers, but the efficiency may not be as good as your factory..."

“Those ecological pods are nurturing the seeds needed for spring plowing, which is equally important to us,” Norris interrupted Belltila. “Ms. Belltila, please trust the power of Cecil industry, and the alchemy factory will solve the next production problems.”

Then, the old man smiled again: "Of course, if there is a risk of insufficient production, we will definitely ask you for help in time."

Belltila quietly looked at the old man in front of her, looking at the old man who had no extraordinary power and was almost at the end of his life, but led thousands of ordinary people like him and extraordinary people who were willing to devote themselves to this cause to reverse a disaster, and did not speak for a moment.

She closed her eyes slightly, felt the feeling spread, and stared at everything on this land.

In this revival month of warming the world, another gust of wind blew across the wilderness plains in the Solin area. The wind blew through the canopy of the giant tree that was so vast that it covered the sky and the sun, causing continuous waves among the layers of branches and broad leaves.

The giant magic power obelisk placed at the top of the giant Solin tree emits a faint blue light, floating in the air and running calmly. It is set in the hub monitoring station below the tree trunk. Greetings from distant sites are emerging above the magic network terminal directly connected to the obelisk:

"Luan Hub conveys information to Solin Hub and greets his compatriots in the reconstruction area--the weather in Luan City is very sunny today."

Deep underground in the Giant Tree Area, between the winding and huge root system, the headquarters of the former Death Society has been occupied by vines, roots and modern civilization. The bright magic crystal lamp illuminates the gloomy and depressing rooms and halls of the past. Under the light, lush plants are clustered with translucent ecological pods. In the pale yellow biomass solution, there are a large number of lives wrapped in culture substrates - no longer a twisted experimental creature or a deadly monster. They are ordinary grains and beans, and they are quickly entering maturity.

That was the result of Belltila and the Empire Druids throughout the winter, a successful individual who had been catalyzed and cultivated countless times, and a seed that could thrive in mildly polluted areas.

The imperial druids in long or short robes were busy among the culture containers, observing samples, recording data, screening individuals, quiet and orderly, serious and rigorous.

This made Belltila unable to help but think of the past, the busy appearance of the deceased religious people in the underground palace.

But everything is obviously completely different.
Chapter completed!