Chapter 1057： Beltiras technical route (1/2)

Bud looked at Andessa standing in front of him. The figure in his mind of the little girl awkwardly running towards him in the courtyard has gone a little bit away, and in the end only some broken silhouettes are left, mixing with him. Fading memories.

Standing in front of him was an imperial soldier who had grown up, calm, heroic, with a tenacious will and unwavering belief, and her own life track.

"You will safely return to Typhon as a proof of the friendly relationship between the two countries, as a good start," he thought, and said slowly, "Your Majesty... I mean His Majesty Gawain Cecil, he Will prepare and guide public opinion for you, Aldernan will also have corresponding arrangements, part of the truth behind the war will be made public, you will go back as a meritorious minister, rather than being defeated and captured commander……"

"I know," Andesa said calmly, "this is good for both countries, and it can better play my value, but anyway, in order to let me go back safely, Aldernan must be You have to pay something..."

"This is not something you should consider," Bud shook his head. "His Majesty Rosetta knows exactly what price he should pay for a wolf general. All you have to do is to cooperate with Aldernan's decision."

"Of course, I will," Andesa said with a face as usual, but in the end she couldn't help but look at her father more and said with a hint of hesitation, "Then you...you will return to... …"

Bud seemed to have expected that the other party would mention this sooner or later, and his answer was clear: "I don't belong to Typhon anymore. For public or private, I am not suitable to appear in Aldernan again. Wolf General Pakistan De Wendell’s life is over. My appearance will only affect Aldernan’s situation, so there is only one researcher, Bud. Andsha, you should understand what I mean."

"...Yes, I understand," the young wolf general could only sigh slightly, then raised his head and looked in the direction of the giant Thorin tree. She saw several aircraft flying in from a distance, while making a low buzzing sound. The sound flew towards a crack in the bottom area of ​​the tree canopy, which aroused her curiosity, "It seems that there is always this kind of strangely shaped aircraft moving nearby?"

Bud's expression is a little weird: "Ms. Bertila is testing to make her brain perform more functions, and the further details of letting them work together without being far from the mother's body are technical secrets, I can't tell you."

Andesa: "...what are you talking about?"

"...Well, this is indeed a bit difficult to understand, so don't ask, it is good for physical and mental health," Bud thought about the weird projects being carried out in the internal biochemical laboratory of Thorin Giant Tree, his expression suddenly became more strange Considering that even his once-dead priest sometimes finds it difficult to understand Bertila’s aesthetics, he decisively changed the subject, “We’ve been blowing the wind long enough in the courtyard, and it’s not long since you recovered. , We still have to control the time of outdoor activities."

Andersa was a little helpless: "I have been in the house long enough, and the feeling of having nothing to do is more tiring than fighting on the battlefield."

"Nothing to do?" Bud glanced at his daughter and suddenly remembered something, "Ah, then I have some suggestions. Do you remember the exercises we didn't finish last time? We can start with simple equations. Start……"

Andessa: "...?!"

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The canopy of Thorin, the breeze blew, the huge and luxuriant leaves swayed and rubbed between the branches, making a continuous sound like waves, and in the depth of the swaying branches and leaves, the thick and strong wooden structure formed An exceptionally dense barrier frame without any shaking or deformation. Between these frames, multiple layers of wood are interspersed with metal compartments absorbed from deep underground. The compartments are connected to the compartments, and finally "grow" out of a large-scale room structure, with passages or passages between each room. The steps are connected, and plants that emit bright and soft radiance illuminate these internal spaces. This is the private "person" field that belongs to Bertila, and is her biochemical laboratory for precise research.

Compared with the original rudimentary form with only one hall, these laboratories located deep in the canopy have now expanded several times, and their internal functions and tasks that can be undertaken have been further strengthened and increased. Human assistants came to help, and Bertila also carried out a lot of humane transformations on its internal space. Now this "upper laboratory" has been combined with the "underground biochemical center" located in the roots of the tree and the "underground biochemical center" in the Solinburg. The "Druid Institute" ranks side by side, becoming one of the three major biochemical laboratories in the Solin area.

In fact, due to the unique "natural" environment and convenient conditions in the Solin area, this area is now undertaking more and more biochemical research tasks. The empire is increasing its capital and talent investment in this area every quarter. More and more druids have come here with their projects, as if they have made this reborn land a creature of the Cecil Empire. Technology Center.

This is a scene that Berthila had never imagined when he crawled out of the ground from the depths of the ruined underground palace and faced this unrecognizable land with an unrecognizable attitude.

In an oval hall deep in the upper laboratory, Bertila, half human and half plant, moved lightly and silently in the room under the support of many roots, checking the nerve nodes on the nearby walls, and on the wall at the end of the hall. Inlaid with huge magic crystals, the crystals shined and projected a holographic projection from the outside world, and the aircraft on the projection was steadily landing in the giant tree hangar.

A little old man wearing a black short coat and hunched over with white hair and beard stood in front of the projection, watching the aircraft docked steadily, seeing the upper hatch open, and a huge brain separated from the nutrients. Coming out, watched it pat the droplet hanging on the body with its nerve touch wrist, and then flew towards a passage in the hangar.

"...These'brains' are becoming more and more surprising now," the little old man turned around and looked at Bertila. "Are these subtle operations also under your control?"

"I can control it directly, but it is very inefficient to do so," Bertila said without looking back, never passing by. "Such a simple thing can be pre-defined logic, allowing the'brain' to determine what to do. After all, they are highly efficient thinking organs, and it is even easier to give them simple independent intelligence than to write logic in the core of the iron man’s mind."

Pittman blinked, "Ah, I forgot to mention, you were also a Gondor back then."

"As the chief druid of the empire, did you come all the way to study how my "synthetic brain" flew around?" Bertila finally stopped from being busy and looked at a little confused. Pittman glanced, and on the whole wall behind her, more than a dozen culture sacs neatly arranged were floating with rhythmic dark red light flow, as if the heart was slightly expanding and shrinking.