Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

Compared to the last time they witnessed the boss monster being tied up into a silkworm cocoon, this time they saw the mage forcibly controlling it out of thin air, and the teammates' expressions became even more confused.

[Astrology Fan]: Is this "monster immobilization" or "human-like immobilization"?

[Knowing Clock]: Humanoid immobilization is ineffective against the Lost Tree, as it has completely transformed from a human into a plant. As for monster immobilization, that is a fifth-ring magic web spell. Our Master, probably isn't a magic web caster.

[Gun Bullet]: I don’t understand, but as long as we can win, that’s fine, right?

Lin Bo came to the leader monster, turned off the voiceprint eraser on the mask, and whispered: "Yami, I'm here to see you off."

The flickering eyes behind the Lost Tree Man's eyes dimmed and became calm.

Afterwards, it burned in the flames, its eyes ferocious because of the pain, but it finally returned to peace. The flames rose from the soles of its feet, engulfing its head bit by bit. The burnt charcoal ashes fell down, and the remains of its body remained suspended until it was completely reduced to ashes.

The most difficult boss battle in this dungeon was now a piece of cake for Lin Bo. Just like the elite monsters in the [Machinery Factory], they were no longer a threat at all.

Unless they get some high-risk affixes that cause the leader's life form to undergo a drastic change and no longer be the original species.

[Rewards for this instance: 600 Disaster Coins, 8100 General Experience, Sepak Takraw Ammunition Magazine (Gray), 7 High-Function Hemostatic Gel (White), "Injustice" Grenade Launcher (Blue), Deep Mutation Breastplate (Purple)]

[The time and space changes in the copy have been eliminated]

[You get a special reward: Affix Treasure Chest - [Furious] Company Year-End Bonus]

Lin Bo took a look at the rewards he had received. The level penalty was still so severe. If he maintained this experience gaining speed, it would take at least two months to level up. If he was lucky and frequently got high-multiplier affixes, it would still take about twenty days.

He is ready to practice patiently and step by step.

After staying in the copy for a certain time, Lin Bo returned to the lighthouse.

At night, while working in the underground workshop and the East Cliff Grottoes, he transformed into a peregrine falcon and flew back and forth between the lighthouse and the grottoes, a very fast speed that allowed him to brush up on his proficiency in this occupational skill.

With more free time to build the MSG production workshop, the progress was extremely fast. We were busy from midnight to dawn. All the equipment was arranged and the trial operation could begin.

Lin Bo turned on the power switch, and the equipment emitted a bright prompt sound after it was powered on, and the conveyor belt began to idle at low speed.

To achieve full automation, modified mechanical guards are needed. Even though these robots have artificial intelligence deep learning capabilities, they are still relatively clumsy.

Lin Bo asked the seagulls to pick mushrooms and put them into the baskets, and asked the robots to move the baskets to the assembly line. The production equipment would then carry out cleaning, transportation, extraction, drying and filling.

Some robotic guards monitor the equipment's health and halt the production line if an error occurs. Another group refills the filling machines with glass containers. Finally, a few robots transport the products to the warehouse.

After debugging, the workshop officially started operation. Lin Bo re-debugged the faulty links until the robot, seagull and equipment were perfectly coordinated.

As long as the mushroom garden is supplemented with enough whale raw materials, it can continuously produce mushroom MSG that is more valuable than gold. The whole process is precise and accurate, and the only problem is that seagulls will steal the mushrooms.

Lin Bo smiled and nodded the heads of these greedy birds.

Letting seagulls pick mushrooms is just a temporary solution. These birds don't understand humans' calculations about gains and losses. They like these mushrooms full of magical substances, so they will eat two and stop when they are full.

The mechanical guards cannot accurately distinguish between magic mushrooms and ordinary mushrooms, so when it comes to picking them, we still have to rely on these agile seagulls.

The mushroom MSG produced must also be classified and sent to Shita Town by Haiou.

The food factory has not been built yet, but a MSG distribution point has opened in the old street. It was converted from a shop of a monastic merchant and specializes in selling expensive extra MSG and umami sauce.

As for the ordinary MSG that has been purified for the second time, it will first be processed into cans in the food factory and then put on the market.

That morning, Hongdu's financial backers sent their men to Shita Town to inquire about the production of the delicious powder. They at least wanted to see the finished product. If Viren Pearl was a shameless liar, he would be met with the wrath of the empire's upper echelons.

When these employees shouldering important responsibilities showed up in Shita Town, dressed in Hongdu fashion that didn't fit in with the local scene, the townspeople knew they were another group of troublemakers.

"Are you looking for the Lord? He's not here." The stopped passerby grinned, "He went to Hongdu. Oh, you are from Hongdu."

The people of Hongdu found out about the MSG store in the old street and rushed over in a rage, but they saw that the sign at the door was brand new, but the shelves in the store were completely empty.

The sound of banging on the table and sharp shouting and cursing rang out one after another.

The merchants from the monastery had not expected that the people from Hongdu would come so early, and they hurried to appease them.

"Don't worry, the delivery date hasn't arrived yet. Please wait for two more days."

"Great! With so many orders, where is your warehouse? Where are the goods? You have to let us see them with our own eyes, right?"

Dozens of angry Hongdu people surrounded the counter, circling and shouting in the open space like chickens and ducks. The poor shop owner smiled apologetically, sweating profusely, his face pale, and muttered in a low voice, praying for a miracle.

At this moment, a group of seagulls flew in from the sky outside the house, dropped an iron box on the counter, and then turned and flew away.

With a bang, the store fell silent.

The crowd was a little confused.

The shop owner's face flushed red. He opened the lid of the box, revealing a row of small glass jars. The pure MSG, as crystal clear as gem powder, shone in the jars. The wisps of aroma that emanated from it had already hooked the mouths of people inside and outside the store, leaving them speechless and staring at the iron box.

"Hey, customers, the goods are here. Do you want to check them?"

Chapter 173 The Truth About Miracles on Earth

"What was that just now?"

"A flock of... seagulls? Seagulls delivered... Wait, what the hell is going on in this place?!"

This group of Hongdu people had completely lost their voices. Even though they were strong and well-dressed, their tone was like that of well-educated ladies. They whispered and looked at each other in confusion.

They all served the upper class of Hongdu, working as housekeepers, servants, and other service professionals. They were primarily elderly believers who attended church on gathering days and were part of the same industry and underground union. Most of them knew each other well, and therefore chose to travel together so they could look after each other.

These people are a vassal force hidden in the upper class. Even in times of turmoil, the old nobility has declined and the new has risen, the butler services provided to the upper class are still provided by some old faces.

A domestic worker could be loyal to more than one family throughout their life, especially in positions that required high mobility, moving between two or three houses in a single week.

High-level waiters often undergo years of training at specialized institutions. Perhaps the butlers of two rival families were once close classmates, and even maintained secret private contacts.

No scholar has ever researched Hongdu's domestic workers. Only those within the profession know that these lowly, socially overlooked servants have, for years, been deeply entwined, like plant roots, in the imperial capital.

Similar phenomena are not limited to Hongdu. In countries where the belief in the Five Gods is popular, many prosperous cities have service guilds. Members help and protect each other and control the scraps under the projection of power.

Now, they gathered in Shita Town, all following orders. Their employer couldn't wait to get more MSG. Even though the delivery date was set for a month later, he still sent people to keep an eye on them in advance and asked them to take a batch of goods back first if possible.

The monastic merchant opened the glass jar and poured out a pinch of first-extract MSG. "Let's try it."

A thin, middle-aged butler walked out of the crowd. Everyone else stopped talking and watched him move closer to the pinch of powder. He took out an ear spoon from his jacket pocket, pried out a little, put it on his tongue, pursed his lips to taste it, closed his eyes, tilted his head back to inhale, held his breath deeply, and exhaled suddenly after a while.

“It tastes just right!”

The guests nodded in conviction.

The middle-aged butler took out a nobleman's private seal and his personal seal, signed and stamped the delivery note in duplicate. With this certificate, the owner agreed to let him take some of the goods in advance.

There are no reliable transportation options these days, so accidents and risks are always present. For high-end products like Chucui MSG, Shita Town Weixiangmei Food Company is forced to only ship the product, leaving pickup and delivery to the buyer. The company assumes no responsibility for any unexpected losses, omissions, or replacements.

The powder in the cans in the iron box had been divided up by the guests, but they still refused to leave.

"Boss, why are the deliverymen here a group of seagulls? How do you do that?" The middle-aged housekeeper asked first.

The merchant put away the receipt and said with a smile, "Those are the elves from Stonespire. Guests, please remember not to harm the seagulls."

"What does this mean? Are you training these seagulls as helpers? There are professional animal trainers in the town, right?" The people of Hongdu thought of a reasonable explanation.

"For the sake of this old man, please don't ask so many questions. If you are really curious, please go to the church and find the priest."

No matter how much he asked or how much he begged, the shop owner refused to reveal a single word. Even if he was given a small bribe, he would just pretend not to see anything.

The people of Hongdu were at a loss, so they agreed to go to the church.

As soon as they entered the hall, those who were attentive noticed that the order of the five deities' paintings was unusual. These elderly believers cried out in surprise, their faces filled with astonishment and fear.

"Priest, what do you mean by this? How dare you disrespect the Holy Father?" The noble steward from Hongdu warned in a low voice, "The Holy Father is the patron saint of the nobles. How can we allow an old man, the patron saint of marginalized people, to override him? Get out of here!"

The elderly believers in big cities are obviously more aware of the hierarchy of the Five Gods and have a deep reverence for this ranking order that symbolizes the differences in social classes.

"Welcome, believers blessed by the Old Man. There is no need to worry, for the Lord of this land also worships the Old Man. His grace and honor here surpass those of the Holy Father."

"No, how is this possible... Are you kidding?" The people of Hongdu whispered to each other.

The old priest smiled. "I know why you've come. You must have witnessed something that defies common sense and are seeking answers."

"Indeed, just now, a flock of seagulls delivered the goods promised by Viscount Velen Pearl," a candid servant said. The others pressed for the trainer's address. If they didn't get a reasonable explanation, they would probably dream about this scene for the rest of their lives.

"This is one of the miracles of Stone Tower Town. Believers, have you not seen other strange things on your way to the church?"

Under his patient guidance, the people of Hongdu began to recall their memories.

"There's a construction site near the dock, and there's a beautiful aquamarine silk satin hanging there. I've never seen such beautiful fabric."

"This is also a rare treasure sent by the seagull."

"Oh, by the way, the exterior walls of many houses here are all filled with molten iron. What's going on?"

"Not long ago, a hurricane struck the islands, severely damaging Stone Tower Town. The people here faced a crisis. That night, a story unfolded that none of us will ever forget. Believers, are you willing to believe the truth told by an aging priest, guaranteeing all his honor and happiness in this life and afterlife?"

The people of Hongdu were all thinking and looking puzzled, but they all nodded in agreement and settled into their benches to listen. The church was silent. Dark clouds drifted in the wind, and the sky grew darker. A servant lit incense and candles, filling the room with a fragrant aroma.

After a moment, the old priest stopped talking. "...The hurricane passed, and no one in the town was injured. This is the truth behind miracles. Seagulls are spirits blessed by miracles. Whenever these white birds flock together, a holy sign has arrived."

The voice dissipated under the dome.

The hall was silent for a while, and then someone stood up and shouted coldly: "Liar! Cult!"

More people remain silent, weighing the weight of faith and life in their hearts.

The old priest said calmly, "Mortals, there's a beam in your eye. Even if the Holy Spirit were to pass right before you, you wouldn't notice. Just continue to dwell on lies and ignore the truth of the world. It's okay, it's okay. After all, miracles still protect us."

"Great, that's a great story. I understand it all." The middle-aged butler stood up and applauded.

"Your Lord, Mr. Viren Pearl, is truly a business genius. He fabricated a story of surviving a disaster and even convinced everyone in your town to weave a lie together, all for the purpose of marketing this delicious powder. Ha, he was truly amazing! Because he succeeded. The nobles of Hongdu were all crazy about his lies."

The old priest just smiled, showing no embarrassment or anger at being exposed.

The butler took two steps forward, leaned in front of him, and whispered, "If we bring this news back to Hongdu, I believe the price of delicious powder will immediately drop. Of course, we can also choose to cooperate, but you need to quote a reasonable price. From now on, we will continue to purchase at the original price."

Only then did the old priest twitch his lips and said coldly, "You are using the wealth bestowed upon mankind by the Holy Spirit as a bargaining chip for your own personal gain. How audacious!"

"Do you really believe the lies you made up?"

"Believers, I will wait here for you to change your mind. Go, leave His church."

Outside the window, a patter of rain fell on the street. The autumn rain was chilly, and the long stretch of sunny days since the hurricane had finally ended. The familiar, persistent rain of the ocean climate once again enveloped Stone Tower Town.

The dust on the ground was shaken up by the falling raindrops, transforming into a faint fishy smell that lingered in people's noses. The brown and yellow soil of the street was covered with black water stains. The rain gradually intensified, and the earth was covered by a shaking film of water. People turned up their collars and shielded their foreheads with their palms.

Cape Lighthouse, after breakfast, the night watchman stood in the courtyard and walked to digest the food.

The drizzle fell from the sky, sending a warm greeting to the mage.

Lin Bo looked up at the sky covered with dark clouds. The raindrops in the sky were connected by veins of light. In his eyes, the sky was incredibly bright and brilliant, like a dense and vast net.

Every node in this network is connected to itself.