Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 49: Seabirds Believe in Mushrooms, Humans Believe in Miracles

The little seagull, celebrating its new life, returned, clutching a lively herring with its newly healed legs. It landed in front of Lin Bo, dropped the fish on the ground, squinted at him with its little eyes, and quacked twice, "Very good human, please have some fish."

"(Magic) Thank you."

Lin Bo thanked it, but since he couldn't speak bird language, he didn't expect the little guy to understand.

Unexpectedly, the little seagull jumped for joy upon hearing this. "Happy, happy! Good human, I like you."

The wizard was curious about why it could understand, so he extended his hand to the seagull, intending to use the endoscopic method to observe the internal condition of its body.

The little guy's body has not yet fully developed. Unlike an adult seagull with a wingspan of more than one meter, it is now only slightly larger than Lin Bo's palm. It jumped lightly onto the mage's palm, squatted down, and pressed its furry belly against the palm of his hand.

Through the subtle sense of touch, Lin Bo could sense the neurons transformed from mycelium in the little seagull's body, spreading throughout the body, connecting the brain, spine and various extremities, and achieving a deep symbiosis with the original owner. Now it is a new species that is half mushroom and half bird.

The ones that can understand magic language are the hyphae in the little seagull's body. They convey happy emotions to the host, allowing the little seagull to understand the wizard's language.

Lin Bo was not surprised at all, as this situation was also recorded in "Mushroom Agronomy".

In fact, the myconid race uses spores to parasitize the corpses of their enemies, transforming them into puppets with mycelium all over their bodies, and driving them as laborers in the mushroom circle.

There is nothing wrong with the little seagull's symbiotic relationship with the mycelium and it does not affect its healthy growth.

The couple of seagulls flew into the greenhouse through the window and threw the fish they caught into the fungal mat. They were thanking the white swamp for not only providing them with delicious fruits and mushrooms, but also saving their own kind. The seagulls felt that it was truly great.

More seagulls gathered, all wanting to see what had brought their dying young back to life.

The birds crowded into the shed, their squawking louder than a hurricane.

The little seagull in the wizard's hand flapped its wings and flew up, circling under the roof, chirping at the top of its lungs, drowning out the chirping of the gulls.

Then, the little guy landed on the fungal carpet, and white mycelium spread from its legs, connecting to the holes on its skin and the mycelium nerves in its body.

The little seagull puffed out its chest with bright eyes and quacked loudly: "White Marsh, I like new friends and I want to treat my friends to mushrooms!"

Raspberry mushrooms emerged from the fungal blanket, emitting a wonderful fruity aroma, and the flock of birds chirped in surprise.

The little seagull continued: "Catch fish and give them to White Marsh. Birds help mushrooms, and mushrooms help birds!"

The flock of birds seemed to have received some instructions. After a while, they flew out of the greenhouse and then returned one after another with fresh catches, which they dropped onto the fungal mat.

Seagulls had done this before, but they'd just discarded the bones after eating them, leaving them on the fungal blanket. Now they were actively offering sacrifices.

The mycelium on the wooden box swayed happily, now it had endless food to eat.

Lin Bo watched everything and admired the cleverness and intelligence of the fungal blanket.

The little seagull has now become the link between the fungal creep, seagulls and mages. It is also an interesting guy and may become the leader of the flock.

The mage walked out of the mushroom garden and prepared to continue running around today when a little seagull suddenly flew over and landed on his shoulder.

"I like good humans and I follow good humans." It pecked the wizard's ear gently, and then happily put its head close to him.

"(Magic words) Do you want to come with me instead of staying with the flock?"

The little seagull puffed out its chest.

Lin Bo laughed in silence and let the little guy follow him into the deep purple teleportation vortex.

Many online gamers will bring combat partners with them, and spellcasters often contract magical pets as helpers. However, it is not easy to cultivate a qualified auxiliary creature, as it has requirements for intelligence, combat power and even appearance.

The little seagull couldn't compare to a magical creature, but it could understand Lin Bo's words, which was already an advantage. The Night's Watch had no expectations of it, not that it could fight for them, but only that it could hide and avoid being hurt by the mechanical guards in the dungeon.

The mage ran through the map very quickly and could finish Purgatory in five minutes. Every time a battle started, the little seagull would fly up and circle overhead, and then land on his shoulder again after it was over, without any sign of fear.

"(In magical language) How brave!" Lin Bo praised without reservation. Throughout the three consecutive map runs, the little seagull maintained a calm and composed demeanor, remaining quiet and undisturbed. This made Lin Bo look at it with even greater respect, and he began to consider whether he should start studying animal taming techniques to cultivate the little seagull's abilities.

Compared with planting, manufacturing and medicine, the development path of animal taming is relatively resource-intensive. Usually the output in the early stage is far lower than the investment, so it is suitable for players with some wealth to try.

Lin Bo's idea is to train the seagulls to understand and execute simple commands, such as scouting the surrounding environment or acting as messengers. All he needs to do is buy some professional bird training manuals and practice for a while to see the results.

After finishing his daily quest, Lin Bo patrolled the caves with a whale oil lamp. He had already finalized the construction plan for the place, including building a training ground and living area in the front, a mushroom garden in the atrium, and a reservoir in the depths.

Continuous heavy rains caused the water level of the underground river to rise, and springs gushed out from the rock crevices in the deepest part of the cave, mixing with the inflowing rainwater to form a small pond.

Lin Bo held up a lamp to illuminate the stone wall and whispered the real name of the rock. The pores on the stone wall slowly opened up. Through the expanded cracks, he could clearly see that the underground river was in a cave. The water rushed down, flowed through the bottom of the East Cliff Grotto, and merged into the sea.

The cave system further ahead was even deeper and longer, stretching for countless miles. It reminded Lin Bo of Journey to the Center of the Earth, where countless blood vessels crisscrossed beneath the surface of the earth.

The water gushing from the cracks in the rocks became more abundant and turbulent, and soon the water level in the deep cave began to rise. However, it was still impossible for it to spread to the courtyard.

He chanted his true name again, causing the rocks on the ground to sink into a pool, thus completing the initial construction.

Next, we have to prevent rainwater from flowing into the cave entrance. This task was very difficult a few days ago, but it became easy after we learned the real name of the rock.

The entrance to the cave was originally an arch, and the low-lying areas on both sides were prone to water ingress. So he gathered the rocks together and raised them, and the accumulated water was blocked outside and no longer flowed throughout the cave.

As evening approached, the rain began to fall again. Lin Bo stopped his construction work and returned to the lighthouse to meditate and cultivate himself.

Residents of Shita Town also finished work and went home one after another.

That night, the hurricane hit again, and the rain was still fierce and violent. The beads falling from the clouds were like 90 million water lines, bridging the land and the sky. The houses huddled along the street looked like a group of old bears covered with silver gauze blankets.

The sound of water rumbled in the river, the tired man fell on the bed and snored loudly, while the women, the elderly and the children were still nervously watching the doors and windows.

Rather than waiting for a decisive battle with the water pouring into the house, it would be more accurate to say that they were waiting for a person, a lamp, or a terrifying and gloomy face.

On the third floor of the lighthouse, a little seagull squatted on a wooden frame rubbed by Lin Bo's hands, staring at the sitting wizard with its bean-like yellow eyes. He woke up, stood up and stretched his hands and feet, then stood by the window and looked at the stormy royal court.

After a while, the night watchman was still worried, so he asked the robot and the bird to stay at home. He put on a black mask, carried a whale oil lamp, put on a long coat, and left through the window.

The waterlogging situation on the streets was much better than Lin Bo had expected. The workers in Shita Town had earned a living space for themselves with their hard work.

Lin Bo descended from the sky and visited the families affected by the disaster last night one by one.

The dim blue light shines through the glass, illuminating faces that are both hopeful and fearful. The grandparents at home are singing scriptures in praise of the old man loudly. The wife wakes the man up by slapping him. The brave child waves at the three-eyed skull outside the window, but is sternly stopped by his mother.

This was another period of war and chaos, but the struggle was not for survival, but to worship the gods they revered.

Seeing that there was no serious water accumulation in the house, Lin Bo did not stay any longer. He nodded slightly and turned to leave.

A family's surprised and excited shouts were heard from the house.

This situation happened repeatedly, and the wizard felt a little curious about the townspeople's intentional welcoming attitude, as if they had agreed to meet him.

The old priest stood upright by the window, shifting his weight left and right to relieve the numbness in his legs.

He had not left since the rain began to get heavier at night. The room was lit with candles and incense, and it was bright and filled with elegant fragrance. He also drew circles on his forehead with black ointment.

The puddles in the churchyard were dark and gloomy, and the raindrops hit them rapidly, making a hissing sound.

A ball of distant light floated in the air, casting circular spots of light on the damp brown-red tiles. It passed over the houses on the street and the dormitories where the servants lived, and was gradually approaching.

The old priest was greatly encouraged as he watched the whale oil lamp slowly descend from the sky. The figure holding the lantern stood quietly on the noisy water, and the light in his hand spread out a large area of ​​silver light under his feet, like a large bouquet of flowers suddenly blooming in the lonely wilderness.

The miracle itself came.

(End of this chapter)