Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

"No smoking for the next two days," the night watchman warned him.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to the doctor." The worker nodded, took the unlit cigarette from his mouth, fumbled up and down in his pocket but couldn't find it, so he put it on his ear.

Lin Bo had removed the polyps from the patient's eyes yesterday and installed a prosthesis in his empty eye socket today.

"Oh!" He lay on the operating table with his eyes open and said nothing. Suddenly he turned over and sat up, jumped off the bed, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to the night watchman.

Lin Bo waited for him to calm down, picked up the cigarette he had dropped, and reminded him again, "Don't smoke for the next two days."

"Okay, okay... listen to the doctor..." He sobbed.

"Remember to pay attention to the news in the newspaper. In a couple of days, I will heal the scar on your face."

The workers threw away their crutches and strode away, chatting about whether there was any news of job openings in the city recently.

The last visitor was an elderly woman, who arrived towards evening, accompanied by a woman of similar age.

Her eyes were blinded by crying when she was young. First, one eye felt uncomfortable, and after a while, the vision in both eyes was gone. Now, they are like gray glass beads embedded in her face.

After entering the house, she awkwardly apologized to the night watchman, saying that she came too late. She explained that she didn't dare to go out too far alone, so she hid at home for a whole day and waited for the neighbor to be free before asking her to help bring her over.

"Doctor, how much does this eye examination cost?" As she spoke, she took out a cloth bag from her bosom. Inside the cloth bag was a paper bag, and inside the paper bag were neatly stacked banknotes and coins.

"No charge." Lin Bo smiled and helped her into the operating room.

The lighthouse visitor didn't have to wait long before the night watchman led the old woman out. She was very quiet, staring at the setting sun for a while, then looking at the neighbor who had brought her there. After a moment's hesitation, she said softly, "You've aged so much. I can hardly recognize you."

"We are all old, all old."

The neighbor came forward and held the old woman's hand. They nodded to the night watchman and chatted for a while about how deserted the lighthouse was when old Tim was still there. Finally, they walked side by side and slowly left the cape.

By now, nearly all disabled residents of Shita Town have received metal prosthetic limbs, leaving only the deaf and disfigured still waiting. Dozens have already regained their ability to work and their health.

Lin Bo returned to the third floor and heard a faint whisper coming from a box. It was the prototype of the metal prosthesis. Its resonant sound was advancing and had begun to interfere with the real world.

Far away in Hongdu, the Cifu Pharmaceuticals billboard was even more complete. Besides the slogan, several brilliant metal arms were displayed on the screen. The newspaper's second-page headline was the news that Viscount Willen Pearl led the Stone Tower Town prosthetic limb transplant workers to exhibit at the Hongdu Benevolent Mother Church Hospital.

The city was ready to be shocked by this magical viscount again.

Chapter 179 Servants

Ever since his trip to Stone Tower Town, Shanti, the assistant butler of the Cardi family, has become more taciturn than before. He is of course still humble and competent, trusted by the head butler and admired by his servants, but he no longer has that enterprising look.

He is now humble and polite, and treats people very gently.

Only the trusted male servant knows the truth. He is also the first subordinate to be recruited into the branch of the monastery. Although he has little education, the male servant's advantage is loyalty.

He was willing to believe Shanti, even though the housekeeper was talking nonsense about the five gods descending, miracles happening, and other crazy and unorthodox things that sounded crazy at first glance.

Early in the morning, the butler hurried out and delivered a piece of news to major newspapers. It looked like a missing person notice, but in fact it was a gathering code agreed upon by the domestic service workers.

By the next morning, from mansions in the upper city to middle-class apartments, butlers and footmen noticed the coded messages in the corners as they ironed newspapers.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of their employers, they have to find ways to make time, either by asking a companion to take their shift, or by arranging an outbound mission, or by feigning illness and asking for leave.

This method has been mastered for a long time, and there will not be too many people attending the meeting each time, so as to prevent employers from discovering clues when they meet and chat with each other.

On the night of the rally, some housekeepers left the kitchen through the back door, covered in smoke; some handed cats and dogs to the servants, with hair stuck to their trouser legs; and some were unemployed at home and came after seeing the news in the newspaper.

They took a carriage or walked across the block to an apartment building, had a friendly chat with the building manager, and were then led into a secluded room where there were familiar faces.

Light but hearty food was prepared on the table, along with coffee and tea.

Shanti has been waiting for a long time.

He was not here to preach. It would be hard to convince people by proclaiming miracles as soon as they met. He was here to do something else, to truly change the current situation of this industry.

The followers of the Old Man sect are a circle, but there are also more subdivisions within the circle. Just like the marginalized criminal groups in Hongdu's underground, they also believe in the Old Man, but they are clearly distinguished from the domestic workers.

The circle is divided into guilds according to professions. Some guilds are well-organized and well-known to the public, while others are just loose collections.

For domestic service practitioners in Hongdu, their immediate superiors are their employers, while senior people in the same industry have recommendation resources and can introduce newcomers to better circles, but that's all.

A recommender can provide a job, but the real reward is the employer. The former needs respect and reward, while the latter is the one you truly rely on for food and clothing.

They help each other in the name of church members, but no one can establish a complete industry management organization.

The major domestic service training institutions are considered to be the leaders of the industry, but their influence is limited. They have no appeal to those low-level servants who are really living in danger. After all, training institutions are money-eating beasts that take money, not charity organizations that give out money.

Now, a truly wealthy individual has arrived in this industry. The Tower Guard Order, funded by Duke Anche of Shiraishi Island, and the Miracle Believers, led by Shanti, are actively contacting their peers to help those in need.

They provide regular financial support directly to domestic workers who are living in difficult circumstances, have no bad habits, and are able to work. They also provide assistance to elderly workers in the industry who have lost their ability to work. They are also willing to purchase insurance for their colleagues who are currently employed and provide them with generous living allowances.

"Shanti, you've crossed the line."

"I know, but someone has to do something. This industry is full of hardships and fatigue, and you and I both know it. Now I just want to make it better."

"Who gave you this money? If I don't know the source, I will never accept it."

"Don't worry, the money comes from a legitimate source."

Shanti didn't directly explain it, instead beating around the bush, saying he was going to set up an industry foundation where everyone could contribute money and effort to help those in the industry. Anyone who contributed, regardless of the amount, would receive all the benefits.

He added: "Of course, this amount of money is far from enough to do anything, so we have another reliable source of funds, which I would not disclose unless you are willing to reach a real understanding."

"I still reserve my opinion."

"Of course, we're not forcing anyone. We're just a bunch of poor people who stick together for warmth. Please, for the sake of the tens of thousands of hardworking and pitiful colleagues, don't let the news leak out."

"Shanti, old friend, I hope your actions won't bring disaster."

Some left, some stayed. Seeing their eager expressions, Shanti knew he was on the right track. He would continue to hold similar gatherings.

Viscount Willen Pearl has his own residence in the upper city of Hongdu.

His mission on this trip was to take the prosthetic limb modifier to various banquets, pay newspaper reporters to continue to pay attention to him, and prepare a public performance for the whole city, so that the general public can witness the advanced nature of this new technology at the science and technology expo.

And just today, he heard an unexpected news from the butler.

"Have you met any of the brothers from the Tower Guard Order?"

Viscount Pearl knew that the butler had taken sick leave last night, but he did not expect that he did not go to the hospital clinic, but met with members of the monastic branch.

"Mr. Shanti has entrusted me to convey his sincere greetings to you. He is willing to cooperate with all your actions in Hongdu."

Viscount Pearl was just about to ask a group of domestic servants how they could help, when he suddenly realized that no matter whether they were nobles or big businessmen, they could not do without these housekeepers and servants in every aspect of their lives. From the first newspaper in the morning to the sleeping wine before going to bed, they were all brought by them.

Throughout the day, the noble person's daily living and meeting arrangements all rely on the diligent housekeeping staff.

"Thank him for his kindness on my behalf. I will certainly seek his help if necessary."

"Sir, are you still going to visit Mr. Bensoff?"

Bensoff, the president of the Royal Academy of Sciences, was a busy man, immersed in technological inventions all day long. It was said that his office did not even have a chair for receiving guests.

"Of course, but isn't he busy... What's going on?" Viscount Pearl looked surprised. "Can you pull him out of the lab?"

"Mr. Bensoff still needs to eat. The Golden Oak Tavern, eleven o'clock. He usually only takes five minutes to finish lunch, but we can delay the service."

Viren Pearl hurriedly put on his windbreaker and asked curiously, "Why are you in charge of the restaurant?"

"It's just luck. The chef used to be the assistant butler to the Chancellor of the Exchequer."

"This is really..."

Willen Pearl had just boarded the carriage with his fellow believers when a pure white seagull suddenly flew into the carriage and landed on the seat next to the Viscount.

They were surprised and at a loss, hesitant and dared not drive away the sect's mascot.

Suddenly, a bright purple eye opened between the seagull's eyebrows.

Everyone understood immediately and bowed their heads in the narrow carriage.

"Miracle, my Lord."

Chapter 180 World Expo

Lin Bo was relatively idle throughout the day today, with few visitors and no disabled patients scheduled.

After finishing the early morning exercise, I walked out of the lighthouse to breathe the fresh air. On the steps in front of the door was a large bouquet of wild flowers of various colors, a bucket of freshly caught sea fish, and a bag of sweet coffee butter biscuits.

He used these wildflowers to replace the dried flowers that had long since withered on the first-floor ledge. He brought the fresh fish into the kitchen, cleaned it, and hung it out to dry in the courtyard. In the mornings, he retreated to the third floor of the lighthouse to refine the design of his cochlear implant, occasionally enjoying a couple of sweet and bitter coffee cookies.

Around noon, the women from Stone Tower Town brought food on time again. They prepared different dishes every day, using the excuse that they were preparing recipes for the food factory and wanted him, the night watchman, to try something new.

Lin Bo repeatedly thanked them for their work, and while enjoying the carefully prepared meals, he listened to them talk about how they tended the stove, carefully selected flour, ground icing sugar, and whipped butter with simple tools.

After lunch, they cleaned up all the cups and plates and took them away, saving him the trouble of washing them.

Back on the third floor, the communication crystal ball on the work desk had lit up with a faint light at some point, which was a sign that the magic eye was activated. Lin Bo lifted the cloth cover and happened to see a group of familiar faces.

Lin Bo was also quite surprised that Fungus Language Seagull was able to accurately find Willen Pearl and his group in such a big city.

From early morning, the magic-eyed seagulls soaring in the sky of Hongdu chased the crows to the north, defeated the army of crows in the upper city, and accepted their surrender.

By gathering various indigenous bird groups, the Magic Eye Seagull now has many eyes and ears.

It asked the flock of birds to search for humans with shiny bodies, and then find the prosthetic limb transplant recipients, and then discover the trace of Viren Pearl. The white birds still remembered this human they picked up at sea.

The Lighthouse Wizard thought that the meeting between the Mystic Eye Seagull and Viren Pearl was a coincidence.

He secretly praised the wonderful fate, chanted a spell, and shared the seagull's senses.

The carriage was moving, and there was silence in the carriage. Ever since Bai Niao boarded the carriage, the believers had been waiting for the miracle worker to give orders.

Viscount Pearl took out a pen and a notebook from his pocket and placed them respectfully in front of the seagull.

Lin Bo smiled. He could actually use a spell to create a magic mouth that could transmit sound, but he was more accustomed to using the Mantra to communicate by writing.

The pen flew up and wrote on the paper, "Where are you going?"

After reading it, Viscount Pearl whispered to the person he was visiting, the most important figure in the Royal Academy of Sciences, Hossob Benthoff, arguably the Windward Islands' best inventor, scientist, and naturalist. The whale oil generator was his creation many years ago.

"Interesting character. Trying to win over. Bringing seagulls into the restaurant."

"I'm afraid the Golden Oak Tavern doesn't allow animals in." Viscount Pearl explained the difficulty. "I'll find a way."

Lin Bo whispered the true name of the cloth and transformed the Magic Eye Seagull into a black tall hat.

Viscount Pearl watched the white bird's body shape change. He carefully picked up the hat that felt cold to the touch. Every detail was so realistic, except for the heavy weight that didn't look like a hat.

He put the magic hat on his head and felt his head feel heavy.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of the tavern.