When Lu Li returned to Joseph Manor, the sound of wind echoing in the deserted corridor was like the sorrow of a dead soul.
The liveliness of Agate Lake seems to be difficult to infect the lonely manor.
Not long after, Lu Li walked out of the manor, got into a wooden boat on the shore, and rowed the oar to make ripples to the island in the middle of the lake. Only here could he enjoy peace and hustle and bustle at the same time.
After a slight silence, Lu Li planned to place his new residence here.
"Do you want to build under a tree..."
The twisted figure listened to Lu Li's plan.
"Annie is not tall enough by the tree now."
The bottom of Annie's canopy is less than two meters, which would be too low for a roof. But after Lu Li finished speaking, Annie swayed the branches, and the roots under the soil squirmed. The tree body expanded and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the leaves swayed.
The crown bush extends outward
A few dozen seconds later, Annie miraculously grew from a sapling to the size of a young tree, with its lush crown blooming like a bouquet of flowers.
"It's okay now..."
The twisted figure seemed to be speaking for Annie.
How to build it was a problem. The residents did not dare to go near the island in the middle of the lake for fear of desecrating it. The Twisted Vine Cultists could do it, but Lu Li didn't use them. He chose to ask an old carpenter to build the wooden house alone.
Lu Li needed time to change his mind, accept the fact that Midnight City had disappeared, and abandon the leisurely life of the Giant Tree Academy. Because at that time, both the Land of Light and the Weiner Refuge Zone would have a stronger Midnight City that he could rely on.
The construction of shacks was temporarily idle, and the residents turned to providing building materials for the lord's wooden house. The finely polished wooden boards were transported to the island in the middle of the lake, and Lu Li built them into the shape of the wooden house.
Lu Li, who took off his black trench coat and wore only a shirt and black tie, was laying planks under the Anne tree. During this period, the businessman Anthony returned with a reply from the Swamp Mother.
The Swamp Mother is temporarily unable to accept Lu Li's invitation because Shadow Swamp is still struggling for survival and has no time to provide help to Old Belfast, which is three hundred miles away.
Lu Li prepared a new letter, which said that the Land of Light owns the Mother of Sunshine Swamp, but she did not yet know about it. However, after writing it, he did not ask the businessman Anthony to send it, but asked him to go to the Weiner Refuge Area to purchase some items.
An oil painting depicting the Land of Light.
Pictures are more convincing than words, because it is unknown whether the mother of the swamp still remembers the sunshine.
Dozens of minutes later, the businessman Anthony returned with more than a dozen oil paintings, but no matter which one he painted, they were seriously lacking in authenticity because those painters had never been to the Land of Light.
In most oil paintings, the Land of Light is depicted as a paradise land, with forests, fresh grass, rivers, and beautiful buildings. The closest to reality is an oil painting based on the structure of the old Wiener Freeze Harbor. People built buildings in the old days.
Walking through the streets in the same style, the painter obviously ignored the fact that there are only more than 300 residents in the Land of Light.
"Are there any painters in the camp?"
Lu Li asked about the twisted figure who stayed on the island in the middle of the lake and did not leave. Then his followers were instructed to inquire among the residents and found a resident named Ander, who was a former bard.
He had studied painting for several years. Lu Li asked him to rest first and then paint the real Land of Light in the morning. But Ander said that he did not need to wait until then, everything about the Land of Light had been deeply engraved in him
mind.
The businessman Anthony brought out the drawing board, brushes and paints. Lu Li from the island in the middle of the lake looked at Ander, who was holding an oil lamp, and stopped in the open space of the square.
Lu Li continued to build the wooden house, laying the floor on the soil that the twisted figure helped compact.
"Why did you do this with your own hands..."
Asked the twisted figure who had been staring at it for a long time. His current state was somewhat like the Mother of the Swamp who had once embarked on the road of regaining humanity.
"I need to organize my thoughts." Lu Li replied.
The knowledge given by Giant Tree Academy was in his mind, and the knowledge of occultism and alchemy was still fresh in his mind. As long as he brought the alchemy materials, Lu Li could directly prepare non-sequential potions.
Most of the recipes for sequence potions exist in Lu Li's mind, and those he has forgotten can also be received from the old sewers.
Lu Li suddenly stopped when he thought of this.
"What’s wrong with you……"
"Midnight City has not been completely destroyed..."
Midnight City has disappeared, but the sewers are still there, the town of gods is still there, and the restricted area is still there.
There are also the remnants of Midnight City in these places, and those are the real treasures they left behind.
Lu Li once again summoned the merchant Anthony and asked him to contact the Diju Trading Company to ask for information about the survivors.
This is good news that can dispel the dark clouds about the deaths of the fifth batch of residents.
But we shouldn’t rely too much on them. The fate of Midnight City is a lesson learned from the past.
Lu Li still didn't know what swallowed up Midnight City overnight. Perhaps it was like the supreme existence of the ancient god Prada watching from the depths of the starry sky. Midnight City also encountered something strange that they couldn't resist.
These questions can only be answered after the merchant Anthony finds the survivors.
The mysterious side has been recovered, and the scientific side should not be given up. Lu Li asked Ander to draw one more and give it to Matthäus.
The Agate Lake camp lacks a population. Although the number of people prevents Weird from coveting this place too much, it also limits the development of the camp. With a population of more than 300, Old Belfast cannot be taken back, and neither can all of them be ghouls or plague ghosts.
Lu Li was going to ask Mateus for a group of new residents, new residents composed of technical talents, and Andrea's artillery. There should be some in the Weiner Refuge Area that had been abandoned.
However, he agreed to Lu Li's request before giving Mateus the oil painting. Scientists and many people with technical skills are of no use in the Wiener Refuge Area. The artillery is available but not in the refuge area. Those things are stored in the port or bay.
The abandoned warship in the.
Because the dark age suddenly came, they on the bay had no time to return to the land...
"Afternoon", Ander completed his first oil painting. The final result was realistic according to Lu Li's requirements: the hole where the gloomy gray cloud broke opened shed light, and the paint transitioned from golden to light yellow, to dark yellow, and fell into the bottom.
Blurred, gray old Belfast.
Black dots hover in the light, but the ones flying in the sky are not seagulls. It is a strange thing originating from the silent hills deep in the elm forest. Then corresponding to old Belfast is the illuminated Agate Lake camp, and the center of the lake
, the only green color in the entire oil painting, Anne.
Her previous changes were visible to all residents.
Ender began to paint the second oil painting. When the first oil painting was dry, Lu Li asked the businessman Anthony to send the letter and the oil painting to Shadow Swamp.
The reply from the Swamp Mother arrived sooner than expected. Just after Lu Li picked up the hammer and hammered down a wooden board.
【Dear Lu Li:】
[I will set off soon, taking my family with me on the road to the land of light]
[Mother of the Swamp·The Most Beautiful Flower of St. Mark·Roland Toyaragon]
