Solin area.

The warmth brought by the Resurrection Moon has spread throughout the Holy Spirit Plain. The plants and trees that have been dormant for several months in the cold winter have begun to regain vitality at an astonishing speed. Outside the Solin area, the originally bare plains are now covered with greenery. The spreading and growing plants are finally connected to the "Solin" land of eternal spring, and the once clear boundary on the edge of the giant tree has gradually blurred.

This is a suitable day for healing wounds.

Inside the giant tree, in Belltila's private laboratory, fluorescent plants illuminate the room made of wooden structures, vines and leaves. In the center of the room, there are winding thin vines and wooden stakes to form a platform of about two meters. A large number of catheters and nerve fibers used to transport biomass and conduct nerve signals are hanging down from the roof, connected to one end of the platform, leaving long gray hair, Andesa Wendell lying quietly in the center of the platform, and has not yet woken up from his sleep.

With a subtle sound of friction, several biomass catheters and nerve fibers retreated from near Andessa's head and moved towards the edge of the platform.

Bard Wendell, wearing a white researcher uniform, stood next to the platform, looking at his daughter lying on it with some anxiety. He rubbed his hands from time to time, carefully observing every slight change in Andessa's sleep, or looking up at Bell Tira, who was standing aside and controlling the overall situation.

"Which step has you been going now?" Bud couldn't help asking for the first time, "How long will she wake up?"

"Be patient, Bard," Belltila looked up at Bard, and behind her many nerve fibers were extended, with the ends of the fibers connected to several important nerve nodes in the room - they looked like some kind of glowing bacterial nodules, growing in one piece on the wooden surface of the wall and roof. "Her eyes have been regenerated, but it is a sophisticated job to reconnect the complex optic nerve into the brain. I am guiding this meticulous growth process... This is not a simple flesh-and-blood regeneration technology such as bones healing muscles."

"I understand, I understand," Bud touched the tip of his nose awkwardly. He himself was also a druid. In fact, he knew how important these necessary processes were. But as a father, he had difficulty controlling his mentality at this moment - especially since he had been absent from Andessa for more than 20 years. "Will she have any sequelae after this? Do she need to rest for a while after waking up?"

"If you were to control her, she would probably have to lie down for a few more days after she woke up, but by my own actions, she would only feel like she had a dream - relax, Mr. Bud, I would give you a lively daughter... Well, considering Andesha's personality, she might not jump around."

Belltila made a joke very rare. Bud realized that it was the other party comforting his nervous mood, which made him feel grateful and couldn't help but sigh: "I really didn't expect... you would also comfort others."

"I've always been good at comforting," Belltila glanced at Bud lightly, "Do you have any questions about this?"

"Okay... you are indeed good at comforting, but your methods were not so gentle," Bard shook his head with a strange expression. "After all, using poison ivy to put people down and inject neurotoxin into his blood vessels is also a part of "soothing"..."

Belltira looked at Bud silently. If it were hers, she might have prepared a lethal dose of neurotoxin at this moment. However, at this moment she just shook her head, and then her eyes returned to Andesha who was sleeping: "It can be seen that you care very much about this child."

"I've been absent from her for more than twenty years," Bud looked at Andersha, his eyes softened, "Frankly... I don't know how to make up for it all. I missed almost all important moments in my daughter's life, her growth, her setbacks, her way of thinking about the world, her preference for various things, her every joy, anger, and joy... I know nothing about them. I am a stranger who has never participated in her life, with blood connections, but now I don't have anything left except this empty "care".

"Is that... It's a pity that I have no children and have long forgotten what my father looks like. I can no longer understand these complex emotional entanglements, so I can't immerse myself in any of you at this moment," Belltila said in a cold voice, "But I'm very curious. Since you have missed a long life for your daughter, what are you planning for the future?"

"Future?" Bud showed a helpless smile, "I just hope that your Majesty's great idea can be realized, and there will be no war between Tifon and Cecil. In this way, I may still have the chance to meet Andesha as an identity other than General Wolf Bard, and even have the chance to meet my father... and as for what I want to do, I..."

He seemed a little hesitant and embarrassed when he said this, as if he didn't know whether his thoughts were suitable for saying it on such occasions. Belltila noticed this and asked casually: "What do you want to do?"

"...I don't know if I'm qualified to say that," Bud smiled and looked at his sleeping daughter. "I still dreamed of having the opportunity to see Andersha enter the wedding... She is at the right age, but she seems to have never considered this at all... Please don't laugh, I know it's a bit strange to say this at this time, but it's just a normal idea for a father, Ms. Belltila, you know, I'm actually a person with more traditional ideas..."

"No, I didn't laugh, just a little surprised," Belltila looked at Bud, "and I thought you would have a different attitude on this issue - because as far as I know, many fathers don't really want to see their daughter suddenly being taken away by some strange and lucky kid..."

Bud's expression became more and more bizarre: "This... I don't think any lucky young man is worthy of my Andesha, but... if a young man as good as General Philip would meet the conditions. Of course, the hopes of the two of them are really slim, even if they don't consider the between Cecil and Tifon... Ms. Belltila, you really laughed this time? Please understand a father..."

"No, I'm not laughing at you," Belltila's smile became more and more obvious. She raised her hand and pointed to the platform beside her. "I just want to tell you that Andersha is awake."

Bard was stunned and then looked at his daughter lying on the platform with surprise, and the latter opened his eyes almost at the same time - with a tangled and annoyed expression.

Bud instantly noticed Andesha's expression change, and then realized something, and suddenly looked up at Belltila: "Wait, when did she wake up?!"

"When you mention 'neurotoxin'," Belltila said with a blank expression, "but in order to make her adapt better, I temporarily suppressed part of her nerve signals...except for hearing."

Bud: "…"

At this moment, he suddenly missed the neurotoxin that Belltila was good at using when she was a dark minister.

"Wait a minute, Andesha, don't be excited, I'm just talking about my own thoughts," Bard said incoherently in awe of great embarrassment, "You have to understand that people cannot always be tense..."

"Okay, I have no intention of disturbing the touching emotional communication between father and daughter, but at this time we should still care about the physical condition of the 'patient' first," Belltila suddenly spoke next to her. Her voice sounded like a natural sound to Bud, "Andersha, blink, look in front of her-how does it feel?"

Andesha actually had a lot of things to say to her father, but at this time she responded to Belltila's orders as soon as possible. She first lowered her head and looked at her body, then raised her head and looked around the incredible "tree house". After her initial sense of discomfort improved slightly, she finally confirmed one thing: she had two eyes again.

Bard also turned his attention back to Andesha's eyes. He looked up at his daughter. After the latter lifted the hair that blocked one eye on his forehead, he immediately noticed the abnormality of the eye - the new eye actually showed a bright red color. Although it was still beautiful overall, it formed a sharp contrast with another light gray eye, which surprised him: "Wait a minute, the color of this eye..."

"I said that the new flesh-and-blood regeneration technology has limitations, that's it," Belltila said, while handing a mirror to Andessa. "But don't worry, apart from the appearance difference, this new eye has nothing to do with it. It's as useful as your original eye - even better, after all, it's brand new."

Andesa took the mirror and finally saw clearly what she looked like at the moment. Under the gray-white hair, the two eyes with different colors looked particularly eye-catching, even a little weird and horrifying, but she finally nodded gently: "There is nothing wrong with this... This can make me remember everything that happened more clearly."

"Since the patient himself has no objection, I can announce that the treatment has been successful," Belltila smiled. "But I still want to remind me that Miss Andesha, such eyes may slightly increase the difficulty of getting married...but you don't have to worry too much, your good father will definitely work hard for your marriage."

Andesha and Bard's expressions changed at the same time, but Belltila's figure gradually melted into a wriggling flower vine, and only the voice came from the depths of the branches and leaves: "Then, I will not disturb the precious relationship between father and daughter - good luck, Mr. Bard Wendell."

...

The canopy of the giant tree shook gently in the wind, and the layers of green leaves surging gently like waves. In the warm wind, Belltila's figure emerged from the top of the canopy. Facing the bright afternoon sunshine, she raised her head and showed a satisfied and slightly pleasant expression.

It is not easy to make such expression changes with a wooden body, but she feels that the happy things that happened today are worthy of making her smile.

The sun is very bright, and the photosynthesis is equally pleasant. Belltila narrowed her eyes. At her perceptual boundary, the roots and branches of the Thorin tree touched the vigorous breath of life on the Holy Spirit Plain. In her other perception system, the "Narrator neural network" is lively. A huge amount of information is quickly exchanged with the hubs on the Holy Spirit Plain as nodes, and finally gathered on the top of the Thorin tree. The nerve fibers that symbiotic with the magical obelisk are constantly telling Belltila what is happening in the distance - this even gave her an illusion, as if the entire human world has been integrated into the increasingly huge and complex network.

Just bask in the sun every day, perform photosynthesis, produce some fruits, feed small animals on the plains, immerse themselves in the sun, read messages from afar, or post some "interesting records" about the giant Solin trees anonymously... Life seems to be good after becoming a plant?

Belltila felt her mind gradually spread and melted into the warm sunshine, but a high authority notice suddenly entered the neural network woke her up and made her eyes wide open.

"Air Defense Identification Notice?"

Belltila muttered, subconsciously looking up at the sky. The Magic Net Hub Tower in the north of Red Maple City was sending signals back. Monitoring devices distributed everywhere on the plain were also sending more accurate tracking records. She slowly moved her sight under the guidance of these signals, and finally captured the small black shadows that appeared from the edge of the tree canopy.

The shadows quickly grew bigger - although they might still look small on the ground and are difficult to tell, Belltila could clearly see what those were as they passed through the Thorin tree.

It was a small group of giant dragons, forming a formation and traveling through the clouds.

Belltila looked at the huge creatures in shock, but did not forget to forward the identification marks on the network. She watched the giant dragons forming a queue continue to fly south. On several air defense platforms on the top of the Thorin tree and several positions on the surface, the guards of the tree put down the Gorgon cannon pointing to the sky, and the large missile launchers and iridescent devices also unlocked the locking of those foreign aerial targets.

"It's indeed a dragon... and there are more than one?" It was not until the dragon shadows disappeared within the sensing range of the Thorin giant tree that Belltila retracted his gaze to the sky. "This is really a rare situation... It seems that 'Brother Gao Wen' is going to make a big noise again?"

...

The vast land of the Holy Spirit Plain slowly retreated in view, and the green mountains and rivers shining silver in the sun were as bright as lines on the canvas. Melita felt the magic surging in the air and let out a low roar from her throat.

After losing the auxiliary interface provided by the Omega system, it took her a long time to finally adapt to relying entirely on her naked eyesight and body perception to fly long distances. It was not easy at the beginning, but now she finds that... without those complicated auxiliary interfaces, this world can be more vivid in her eyes.

At this moment, the voice of the Siren Kassandra suddenly came from behind her: "I have always been curious - why do you dragons suddenly yell when they are flying?"

Melita calmed down her feelings, turned her head slightly and said, "Is this strange? Don't you siren suddenly sing when you are traveling in the sea?"

Kassandra's voice became very surprised: "Ah--it turns out that's your singing? To be honest, it's really not very nice..."

Melita: “…”

"Hey, why are you not talking again?"

"Nothing, I just envy you."

"Envy? Do you envy us for singing good?"

Melita heard the sound from her back and showed a helpless expression. She didn't know how to explain to the Siren that she suddenly became sentimental, so she could only nod in a vague way: "It's almost the same."

Cassandra, who was wearing a wind dragon on Melita's back, suddenly became happy: "Okay, I'll sing a song for you. Anyway, I'm idle, just treat it as thank you for taking me along the way..."

"Uh, it's not..."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, Siren likes singing," Cassandra said without any hesitation, "What style do you like to hear? I'm better at death heavy metal..."

Melita: "?"

"Wait a moment, I will rub my tail and turn it into a set of musical instruments..."
Chapter completed!