I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Xiling postponed Kong Er Huang Yuan's duel invitation on the grounds that there were many affairs at the base and that she needed Evan's help.

After the moon elves joined the cult, the Druids' settlement was still somewhat empty. After all, there were no functional areas at the time, and there were no ecological fields, large warehouses, or oak halls to occupy the land.

But with the arrival of these twenty or so little orcs, the oak tree holes in the north that were used as residences were no longer sufficient.

Here we have to mention the giant plant called oak.

Even the non-magical oak trees on Blue Star can grow to more than 30 meters tall.

Their lifespan is also ridiculously long, often reaching 400 years or more.

In a certain state in a certain country, there is an oak tree that has survived for 1.3 years, which is considered to be the oldest living thing on the blue planet.

Nourished by the ubiquitous world energy of the main material world, even the smallest oak tree is more than twice the size of the blue star oak.

For example, the tree that Xiling had forced a useless young man to realize [Natural Empathy], the trunk alone was more than twenty meters long; plus the even longer and dense crown, the entire tree was at least seventy meters tall, and it would take more than a dozen people to hug the roots.

The small tree hole where the druids live is at the root of a live oak tree, where a one-bedroom apartment is hollowed out using [tree shaping].

It looks amazing, but it also has many limitations.

For example, the space occupied by the room cannot occupy too many nutrient channels of the tree trunk. When casting the spell, you also need to pay attention to the density of the remaining tree trunks to prevent the nutrient solution from being blocked at the roots of the oak tree.

The Oak Square inside the station, which is now used for farming and building the Oak Hall, is located in the middle of a circle formed by these oak trees.

When high walls were not built, if the tree holes were not big enough to live in, the base could be expanded outward, and the base would be considered expanded.

But if we want to expand now, the workload will be too huge.

First, we need to demolish the high wall that was recently built, then build a circle around the area we want to demarcate, and move the trees that need to be cleared to other places;

Only then can we start building walls to enclose land again.

No one—especially Ivan—wanted to tear down the wall and start over again.

So, Xiling and Philohill started staring at the hood in the Oak Hall.

“Ms. Xiling, the orcs in the wasteland have always built tents as their homes.

There are still a lot of furs that Tietou brought here. How about we let them set up tents directly in the open space in the residential area?"

Xiling didn't say anything. She felt that this was not a long-term solution to the problem.

If a large number of orcs need to join the cult in the future, the current garrison area alone will definitely not be able to accommodate many people.

However, the Patriarch Bol, who proposed recruiting orcs at that time, is still in a coma, otherwise we could ask about his plans and intentions.

After handing the little orcs over to Alia and temporarily settling them in a large warehouse to avoid the cold, Alvin led the two-dimensional orcs back.

"Tell me if you are troublesome or not!

I told you to do it some other day, but you are still asking me which day it is..."

As he spoke, he walked to the table and poured himself a glass of hot raspberry juice.

"What's wrong, you two? The atmosphere is not right?"

Seeing that Xiling, the temporary first person in charge, had no intention of responding, Philohill told Ivan in great detail about their worries and concerns.

"Hey, what did I think it was? That's it?"

After drinking tons of the warm drink, Alvin put the wooden cup on the table, turned to look at Xiling and said.

“Miss, why don’t we just make a few more holes along the trunk of the oak tree and upwards?

Then let those who are afraid of heights live on the first floor, and those who are not afraid of heights live on the top floor..."

"Can't!"

Before Alvin could finish his words, he was interrupted by Xiling.

“Druids live in tree holes because their teachings tell us to follow the rules of nature;

Unless an oak tree is extremely large, there won’t be two squirrel holes in it!

The Druid's tree hole also needs to abide by this rule!"

Alvin waved his hand. He knew that this young lady had been misled by the poor analysis of doctrine again.

"Xi Ling, will our tree hole affect the growth of the oak tree?"

“No, [tree shaping] will allow the oak tree to retain the same nutrient passages outside the tree hole as before;

We just changed the density of these channels..."

"That is to say, no matter how many tree holes are dug, as long as the location of the tree holes is taken care of and enough outer wall volume is left for the trunk, the growth of the oak tree will not be disturbed, right?"

"That's right in theory..."

"That's no problem."

Alvin poured himself another glass of raspberry juice, glanced at Kong Er Huang Yuan who was licking his lips next to him, hesitated for a moment, and gave the drink to the two-dimensional orc.

"The reason there isn't a second squirrel hole on a tree is because the area doesn't have enough resources for a second squirrel to survive.

Too many squirrels will destroy the balance of the area and eat up all the plant seeds that could have grown normally in the area.

But if we look at it now, our living space is not determined by the original biological products in the natural area, right? "

After saying that, he blinked at Philohill who seemed to be deep in thought, and motioned for another glass of raspberry juice.

“So, as long as the growth of trees is not affected, no matter how many holes we make, it will not affect the ecological balance.

I don’t know who wrote this analysis at the time. How dare they write a textbook with this level of ability…”

……

Il, who was conscripted temporarily, looked at the drawing in his hand with great displeasure.

On a thin piece of silk cloth that was stolen from the Elf Courtyard Research Laboratory by a human, there was a crooked drawing of a large tree with a strange shape.

"Hey, Alvin!

I'm the head of the Ministry of Defense! I'm not here to do hard labor for you!

What the hell is this? "

Unfortunately, under the joint supervision of Xiling and Philohill, the defense captain's protests were of no effect at all. He could only make a bitter face and start to cast the spell according to the blueprint that he could only read reluctantly.

As Il finished his chant, six door-shaped holes appeared on the trunk of a sturdy oak tree from bottom to top. From the ground, one could see that the interior space was quite spacious.

Then, countless thick wooden boards extended from the tree trunk, growing all the way up to form a spiral staircase;

In front of each door-shaped hole, a suspended platform is specially left for people to stand on. Several thick branches are intertwined below to support the weight of the platform.

A huge oak tree that requires ten people to hug was converted into a six-story single apartment.

Frey Starsong, who was standing nearby and watching the fun, witnessed for the first time the magic of normal druid spells.

She couldn't help clapping her hands and shouting in a clear voice.

"Wow! Lian, that uncle's magic is so cool!

Your druid spells are so magical!"

Il, who was pinching wood, couldn't help feeling a little proud. He lost focus and the spell in his hand was interrupted.

Alvin waited for a long time, but Il didn't take the final step, so he couldn't help but question the irresponsible defense captain.

"Hey, hey, hey, El, where's the guardrail? Where's the handrail?

Who would dare to go up these bare steps?"

Il was still immersed in the dual emotions of "being praised for being handsome" and "being called uncle". This young human, who was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, secretly glanced at Frey, whose beauty was once in five thousand years, and said something perfunctorily to Ivan in a very unpleasant manner.

“What guardrails do you want?

You are the only one in the entire station who is afraid of heights!"