Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

This imperial technique is only one step away from upgrading.

Only with a prototype can we easily discover design flaws and further improve and upgrade them.

After preliminary testing, Lin Bo was convinced that his hand prosthesis was mature and reliable and could be used on the human body. So he took out a list of patients' information and customized the first batch of hand prostheses based on their physical characteristics.

Early in the morning, the lighthouse went out.

After finishing his workout, Lin Bo changed his clothes and went to the back of the house to water the two alien plant seeds planted in the soil. Then he squatted down, stroked the damp soil, and softly chanted in the animist language: "(Mantra) May life bless you."

He returned to the lighthouse to put on his prosthetic hand, put the patient list in his coat pocket, and then strolled to the church to join the believers.

Not long after the night watchman left, two clusters of emerald green sprouts emerged from the fresh soil in the courtyard, bathing in the clear morning sunlight and swaying slightly in the wind.

Chapter 168: Prosthetic Limb Transplantation, a Wave is Coming

In the church of Stone Tower Town, believers gathered in the early morning. They talked in low voices, arranged the benches in a circle, left the door open, and continued to wait.

Young men, armed with dueling swords, stood guard outside the door in the bright daylight, blocking the endless stream of tourists who came to visit.

There are no hotels in Shita Town, and the townspeople no longer accept outsiders in their houses. But even so, every day before dawn, there are visitors on the streets asking for news.

The legendary story of Viscount Willen Pearl's survival, the secret of lost treasure overseas, and the miraculous recovery of the Duke of White Rock Island—this small town is buzzing with so much heart-wrenching news.

Those who are chasing fame, wealth and health, and those who are drifting around following the trend of current affairs, they have come here from all corners of the world, from hundreds and thousands of miles away, crossing the sea by ship, driving through the city, and walking through the countryside, gathering here from all over the Windsurfing Islands.

Respectable people visited the Viscount's estate and met directly with the nobles. Commoners of lesser standing gathered in the town's only tavern, seeking information from the owner and waiters. Beyond that, they frequently visited shops on Old Street, newspaper offices, the town hall, and the church.

Today is the gathering day for the old man's followers. On the gathering days of the other four gods, the church is still open to the public, but on this day, the gate is guarded by guards.

First, a detective employed by a noble was turned away, followed by several professional explorers, then a group of unemployed city dwellers, and a young man and woman from a wealthy background.

They used soft and hard tactics and sharp words to make the militia guarding the gate sweat profusely.

A scarred sailor appeared behind the crowd, shouted to those with their backs to him, then drew the Knin scimitar from his waist. The bright light of the blade made their faces turn pale.

"Get out of here." Scarface tilted his head.

The crowd left, but did not go far, still lingering outside the church.

Lin Bo walked through the streets of Shita Town, the metal handles in his backpack clacking against each other, making a soft, ringing sound. He greeted the early risers and attracted the curiosity of several tourists.

After learning that he was a lighthouse keeper, these outsiders came over to inquire about the treasure of the sunken ship. They followed Limbaugh's footsteps like a group of cats and dogs smelling meat, with smiles on their faces and tones that were either flattering or arrogant.

Some people also admired the beautiful eyes of the lighthouse keeper and couldn't help but follow him just to take a closer look.

Lin Bo listened to their chattering without leaving him any room to answer, so he remained silent and continued walking.

Outside the church, lingering tourists saw the crowd pouring in from the street. A pair of pampered young people exclaimed in low voices, staring closely at the surrounded night watchman, unconsciously taking a step closer, then immediately shrinking back in fear.

Limbaugh arrived at the rally.

The militiamen on duty bowed their heads to him, made way for him, and then blocked the tourists following Lin Bo, causing a burst of groans and shouting.

Several servants cleverly closed the door, then bowed obediently to the miracle walker.

Lin Bo smiled and pulled out a jar of sweet herbal pills from his bag, asking them to distribute them to their friends. The servants, holding the candy jar, ran off like little birds chasing each other.

"Miracle, my Lord." Hundreds of believers in the church knelt down, with more people than last week.

Lin Bo scanned the crowd and noticed the few registered disabled people.

"(Incantation) Stand up." The gentle animistic language uttered by the mage became a spiritual word that no mortal could disobey. The crowd rose at the same moment, their faces turned toward the Night's Watch, some calm, some in awe.

Limbaugh sat down on a bench and waited for the congregants to take their seats. He signaled that everyone could speak freely. The day of the rally was a time to share news.

This week, in order to deal with tourists and protect the secrecy of the sect, the members of the order persuaded their relatives and friends to keep silent about the miracle and not to take in outsiders. Night watchmen and guards took turns day and night to ensure that the town's security was not disturbed by these complicated visitors.

Viren Pearl publicly announced that the land rent for the members of the order would be waived. "...Brothers and sisters in the order are equal and should care for each other. I am not your lord, so there is no need to consider myself inferior just because of my noble status. We are all mortals blessed by miracles."

The crowd briefly erupted in enthusiastic praise. For the vast majority of religious orders, the exemption of land rent would double their family's disposable income, and the improvement in their living conditions would be immediate and noticeable.

The old priest read out the new constitution of the order and formulated the amount of membership fees that members should pay. Ordinary members who did not hold positions paid 200 copper coins per year, while members who held positions in the order and received allowances had their dues deducted according to a percentage of their income.

This money is used to maintain the operation of the order, but it actually does not receive much money. In order to continue to operate, the order needs to rely on the profits of the operating company.

Next came the appointment of members to positions within the sect, categorizing the messy and unclear internal affairs and assigning them to specialized personnel. This was also a sign that the Tower Guard Order was moving from a makeshift team to a regular track.

Lin Bo personally appointed the elder priest as the leader of the order, responsible for all matters, large and small. The elder priest then nominated, and the members voted to select the treasurer in charge of finances, the deacon in charge of administration, and the chief of discipline in charge of internal oversight.

The treasurer is Viren Pearl, who is responsible for establishing the Economic Committee. Mayor Loken will be the deacon, simply taking over the town hall. The affairs of the Tower Guard Order will be the affairs of Stonespire Town. The senior priest will concurrently serve as the head of discipline. The order still has too few members and lacks those with sufficient ability and prestige.

The old priest mentioned a man, Scarface, standing outside the church. He was Stonespire's most famous sailor, Loth. His father was already a member of the order, but he himself hadn't yet declared his loyalty. He was a perfect fit to be the head of the order.

These members who hold positions can receive an allowance. The amount is not large, and it can even be said to be a little small. The allowance standard of the old priest is equivalent to the average income of a skilled worker in Jinbei City, and the income of the others is also similar.

The religious believers had no objection to this, because all of this was under the watchful eyes of their gods, and since it was witnessed, it must be carried out.

Lin Bo waited quietly for everything to be completed before calling the believer with a hand disability to come over.

He had tested the prosthetic limbs he designed and made, but this was his first time actually installing them. To be on the safe side, he wore the Wizard's Face, ready to use magical miracles to assist.

When the Night Watchman wears a skull mask, the crowd bows before him.

The church was as quiet as a windless lake.

Outside the window, a few unwilling tourists hid in a corner where no one passed by, and peeked into the hall to see the scene. Due to the distance, the figures in the church could not be seen clearly, but it was still possible to make out that they were worshipping a blurry figure.

Lin Bo pulled up the old man's bare wrist, looked at the loose skin, and touched the withered bones.

He took out a prosthetic limb of the right size from his bag.

The key step of the operation is to connect the nerves, which does not require great precision, but also requires the metal neurons to touch the nerve bundles, which is a challenge for surgeons.

Using the Mantra Bending Technique can greatly simplify the surgical procedure.

He applied a layer of high-performance hemostatic gel on the patient's wrist, then whispered the real name of the magic mushroom and controlled the metal neurons to drill into the skin.

"Hiss—" The disabled old sailor clenched his aching forearm, gritted his teeth, and remained calm. He was once a believer in the soldier. When he became disabled, unable to work, and thrown to the margins of society, he sought the protection of the old man.

The missing hand always brings severe phantom limb pain, which is a kind of pain that feels like putting the hand into fire and being burned to charcoal. I have endured it for decades.

As the metal neurons connect one by one, the cells fuse, exchanging substances and electrical potentials, a whole new sense of touch surges into the spinal cord and into the brain.

Lin Bo buckled the prosthesis onto the patient's broken wrist, fixed it to the forearm with an iron ring, and adjusted the tightness of the iron ring to prevent it from getting loose.

Under the gaze of the believers, the mechanical palm made of brass and steel gently opened its five fingers, then closed its fingers one by one and slowly clenched into a fist.

Hold it tightly, tightly.

Dexterous, powerful, and even with a weak sense of touch, just like the palm of a real healthy person.

The old sailor's calm expression collapsed, and he trembled and fell before the miracle, "My Lord——"

The crowd sighed.

Outside the window, the tourists who were secretly watching the disabled old man manipulate the metal palm with his dexterous fingers, which were so exquisite and incredible that their eyes widened.

Several pairs of rough hands pressed down on their shoulders from behind, making them scream and turn their heads.

Scarface and the militiamen looked at the thieves who were leaning against the window with cold expressions.

"No, no, let's go now!"

In the church, the mayor walked quickly to the window and said to Scarface and the militia, "Let them all in."

Scarface nodded, grabbed the tourists, and, like holding the wings of chicks, led them to the main entrance of the church amidst a burst of wailing cries.

Chapter 169: Fame, Wealth, and Power, What Use Should They Have to Me?

Before the church doors opened, several captured peepers were restrained by their arms. A crowd of onlookers gathered nearby, noisily discussing and questioning them. The captured peepers took the opportunity to struggle and curse, but were then pinned to the ground.

The crowd became even more agitated when they saw such violent acts.

The seagulls on the roofs of Stone Tower Town looked indifferently at the noisy humans at the church door, flapping their wings, preening their feathers, and basking in the bright sunlight.

squeak-

The door opens.

The crowd fell silent for a moment and looked inside.

The elderly believers in the gathering were sitting upright on the benches, and the doctor from Stone Tower Town was checking the prosthetic function of the last patient with a disabled hand.

"Everyone, why are you making so much noise here?" The mayor walked to the front of the crowd and asked in a friendly manner.

"What are you doing in here? Why don't you let people watch and even arrest people?!" the peeper who was pinned to the ground shouted.

The mayor frowned. "Hmph! You thieves are deliberately trying to steal the cutting-edge technology of Enci Medical. Not only do we have the right to arrest you, we also have the right to bring you to court!"

He said loudly, "Everyone! Please listen carefully. The church is closed to the public because an operation is taking place here today. The world's first transplant of a prosthetic metal hand, developed by Mystic Mechanical Workshop and Blessing Pharmaceuticals, will be performed here!"

In this era, surgeries were not performed in special sterile rooms, but in public places such as theaters. They were performances in nature, so this reason was completely acceptable to everyone.

None of the tourists had heard of the two companies mentioned by the mayor, and the metal prosthetic hands reminded them of pirates' hook hands and wooden legs.

After hearing the explanation, the crowd looked quite confused and everyone was whispering.

Viren Pearl also walked outside to show his support. He claimed that as a local lord, he was invited to observe the operation. The result was amazing. He witnessed a groundbreaking medical operation that was enough to shock the entire empire and even the world.

"You are Viscount Pearl! The one who survived, Willen Pearl!" Someone recognized him.

"Yes, it's me. I'm honored to be remembered by you all. I once met His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire. Currently, Blessing Pharmaceutical Company and Mystical Mechanical Workshop are both new companies under my command. Everyone, have you ever seen disabled people, deeply troubled, deprived of dignity and decency? Now, this will no longer be a problem that troubles mankind!"

Viscount Pearl invited the crowd into the church and introduced the surgeon in charge, the lighthouse's night keeper.

Lin Bo, who had long since shed his wizard's image, smiled at the tourists. The crowd, who had been talking noisily, suddenly fell silent and stopped whispering, like long grass blown by the wind, becoming neat and tidy.

In silence, Lin Bo continued to test the performance of the prosthesis.

He held a piece of paper in his hand and asked the old worker sitting opposite him to hold the paper.

The brass-shelled index finger and thumb close together to hold the thin paper firmly. The prosthetic limb specially engraved with fingerprints can provide enough friction, so even such a thin object will not slip out of the hand easily.

Next, several patients with prosthetic limbs were asked to try throwing and catching iron balls, and the prosthetic hands responded nimbly and quickly.

The tourists exclaimed in amazement, and even the restrained peepers could not help but stare intently.

Viscount Pearl observed the reactions of others with satisfaction. Such skills were the secret of the saint's gift.

He already knew that the original purpose of establishing the pharmaceutical company and the mechanical workshop was to promote the popularization of prosthetic limbs, so that people with disabilities could regain their dignity and ability to work. This was a clear proof of the miracle's benevolence to the world.

"Everyone, you have all seen it." Viscount Pearl puffed out his chest and held his head high. "I will soon depart for Hongdu to present this invention, which will change global history, to the nobles of the empire, especially our Emperor."

"That's amazing." "Your Excellency, how much does it cost to install a prosthetic hand like this?" "Yes, in addition to the palm and fingers, do you also have a prosthetic leg?"