Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

Correspondingly, there are more price-favorable options for technology products on the Duolian Duoyi platform.

Things like data infusion from the world of "The Matrix" or learning chips from the world of "Cyberpunk" can allow users to quickly master new knowledge, but the prerequisite for using such products is human body modification.

The product with the lowest threshold among similar products is undoubtedly "smart drugs".

For example, the NZT-48 from "Limitless" and the CPH4 from "Lucy" can both allow the user's intelligence to evolve to an inhuman level.

However, this kind of miraculous medicine with super efficacy does not have universal applicability and is basically only effective in the original world.

For players on the Internet in other worlds, once taken, at best the upper limit of intelligence will be locked, and at worst severe toxic side effects will occur, which will cause death or even severe damage.

Lin Bo chose a time-sensitive neuron-activating tincture, which works by stimulating the functional areas of the brain, allowing short-term memory to be directly converted into long-term memory, and can store the received information in the hippocampus for several years to a lifetime.

This drug has been tested and widely praised. It is suitable for most humanoid races, has no obvious toxic side effects, and has low drug resistance. Long-term use can also improve memory.

A single dose of Neuron Activation Tincture costs 11 Disaster Coins, and there's a discount for buying a set of .

Lin Bo read materials on mechanics, medicine, agronomy and Frost Sky Fighting every night. His course schedule was very full and he needed to take tincture again every forty-five minutes.

A set of medicine can be finished in less than three days, and the consumption is really not small.

Fortunately, the money earned from running maps almost offsets this part of the expenses. While maintaining a balance between income and expenditure, I can also save a few disaster coins every day. If the equipment that explodes is sold at a high price, the surplus will be even greater.

He estimated that he would be able to memorize all the knowledge and materials he had at hand within a week, and by then his mage profession would have been upgraded to level 4.

In the next few days, the weather was cloudy and rainy, and there was fog on the sea in the morning, forcing Lin Bo to extend the time of turning on the lights until the temperature rose and the fog dissipated, no longer interfering with the navigation of ships.

Today is Thursday, a gathering day. Early in the morning, the elderly believers in the town went out with umbrellas, walked along the foggy streets, and gathered in the church for worship.

The elders present were of various backgrounds, but all of them were men. Among them were officials and teachers from Shita Town, small business owners, night patrol guards, elderly fishermen, and workers.

The Five Gods are both a religious belief and a symbol of different classes and occupations.

Each faith forms its own social circle, and people usually stay faithful to a faith for life, though there are exceptions. Many young people worship the warrior gods among the Five Gods, but when they grow old and weak, they turn to the faith of the elders.

In addition, officials, especially those who were not of noble birth, were not allowed to believe in the Holy Father, so they could only turn to the old man, and the same was true for merchants.

It is a tradition for teachers to believe in elders, and most civilians who apply for teaching positions choose to convert.

As an old industrial country, the Kening Empire has implemented eight years of compulsory education since the last century with the aim of training qualified production line workers.

With several reform movements, the selection of civil servants changed from appointment by aristocrats to selection by examinations, and school education became the most important path for advancement for common people.

Shita Town has only one primary school, with three male teachers responsible for educating hundreds of children. Every Thursday morning, Shita Town Primary School is closed because the teachers go to church.

In the church, regardless of their status differences, the elderly believers can now talk relatively peacefully.

The officials all served the nobles and were perhaps usually serious and rigid, but they did not appear overbearing in front of the church members.

The teachers talked about history with the old and stubborn sailors, and smiled and echoed the old guys' boasting.

The businessman discussed the public security issue with the night patrol security guard. There have been no theft cases in recent times.

Interestingly, the patron saint of thieves is also an old man. Maybe these thieves are mixed in the crowd at the gathering to listen to others how to guard against them.

Everyone shares their experiences and interesting stories, and religious gatherings are also an important way to exchange information. Every circle has so-called insider information that is not easily circulated. If you want to know, you can only join the circle.

The priest surveyed the congregation from the pulpit. There was still some time before the service began. Several church members were absent. Some were away, like the owner of the Old Street pawnshop, who had gone to Hongdu. Others were ill, like the oldest teacher, who had been bedridden for several days.

Besides, he didn't see the lighthouse keeper either.

Normally, new church members should not be late for their first church gathering, as this would leave a bad impression on fellow church members as they are disrespectful to God.

The priest looked at the thick fog outside the window and thought that this was his duty and some regrets were inevitable.

"Can't the night watchman come?" a believer asked. The new church members are the topic of everyone's interest.

"Look at this thick fog! Without a lighthouse to guide the way, all the ships on the sea would be lost," the old sailor said loudly. "It's only right that he didn't come."

"He is undoubtedly a qualified night watchman. He rarely goes out and never gets into trouble. After Old Tim left, I think there is no one more suitable than him." The tavern owner expressed his opinion.

Upon hearing this, the mayor said to the people around him, "When he attends the next assembly, we will talk face to face. If we are convinced of his integrity, I will write a letter of recommendation and submit it to His Excellency Viscount Pearl for approval. Then, we can issue the official inauguration documents. From now on, this stranger will be a legal resident of our Stone Tower Town."

The old priest nodded in appreciation of the mayor's reasonableness, then lamented, "Looks like we'll have to wait until next time. The fog is so thick today."

The wizard leaned his upper body out of the window, and saw only a vast expanse of white. The sky and the earth were nowhere to be seen. Except for the cylindrical walls of the lighthouse above and below, everything in the world seemed to have completely disappeared.

“It’s such a thick fog.”

He also wanted to attend church service on Thursday.

Chapter 25 A Magic Spell

Lin Bo had long planned to contact the old man's followers. If his identity as a spellcaster could rely on the name of religion, he would not easily arouse the fear and rejection of the people. On the contrary, it would bring him great fame.

So he was looking forward to Thursday, but he didn't expect that it was either windy or rainy recently, and God made such heavy fog that he had to stay by the lighthouse all the time.

A faint air current blew past his ears, and Lin Bo heard the wind complaining that the "fog" made the originally light things become dull and slow, like a snail carrying its shell.

Lin Bo also spent several days dealing with the fog. Every foggy morning, he would stroll in the courtyard outside the lighthouse, enjoying the emptiness and whiteness, the silence of all things hidden, and it was easy for him to fall into a semi-meditative state.

The milky white vapor flowing between the palms and fingers whispered softly within the mage's silence. They were ocean vapors blown ashore by the strong night winds, disliking this cold land and yearning for the warm ocean currents of their homeland.

In this way, the mage listened to the whispers of the sea fog, walking and meditating in the fog for one day, two days, until the warm sunshine dried up the fog, and they bid farewell to the mage in a clear and hollow voice.

Early yesterday morning, Lin Bo suddenly learned a new magic word - "fog".

After his vision was obscured by the fog, he enjoyed the tranquility and understood its origin and destination. Then he truly understood the meaning of fog. This word, which had echoed in his ears dozens of times, was finally engraved in his mind and he no longer forgot how to pronounce it.

Today is Thursday, assembly day.

He leaned out the window to look at the thick sea fog and whispered the magic word: "(Word Spirit) Mist."

The air convulsed like a wild beast startled by lightning, and the words uttered by the mage were like faint thunder, with low and distant echoes.

Lin Bo could feel the spell power radiating. Just one word was not enough to form a spell. He had to say more. The clearer the spell, the stronger its effect.

But there are only a few magical words that mages know.

"(Word Spirit) Mist, go!"

This was the first spell Lin Bo cast. Although it was short, it contained clear commands.

The cold white fog around him trembled suddenly when he heard the wizard's command, and expressed his doubts and surprise to Lin Bo in a clear voice.

All beings in this world have never felt the wonder of the Word Spirit before this moment, but they are still succumbing to this miraculous power.

The cursed power from the True Name Mage is like a drop of insoluble thick ink mixed into the ocean of the world, spreading its color and adding a magical atmosphere to the world.

With Linbo as the center point, the sea fog lingering around the lighthouse slowly drifted away, as if reluctant to leave, still looking back at the wizard in doubt and surprise, like a puppy being scolded and driven away by its owner.

"(Word Spirit) The fog has gone away!" True Name Mage tried to link the two words together, making the reading smoother and more effective.

As a result, the sea fog dissipated even faster. Looking down from the sky, it looked like there was an invisible hole, spreading from Lin Bo as the origin, rapidly swallowing up the white water vapor.

Master Zhenming chanted the spell several times in succession until the sun shone through the gloomy clouds and fell on the earth wherever he looked. The houses in Stone Tower Town and the waves of the ocean showed distinct shapes and colors.

Lin Bo silently sensed the rune of his own name. The amount of mana consumed was not too much. Even if such a simple spell was used repeatedly, it would not bring too much burden.

"This is what it feels like to cast a spell...it's really nice." He glanced at the town where he had changed the weather.

It was just as mysterious as the first time he performed the Mantra Control Technique, and even the outward manifestation was more exaggerated.

All things in nature are driven by the wizard's words, as if they have temporarily borrowed the authority of the Creator, and a sense of natural satisfaction fills the heart.

Lin Bo checked the comprehensive network prompt board and did not see any judgment information for activating professional skills.

"It seems that spells aren't included in professional skills. That's right, spells are a kind of knowledge ability, not a technical ability that can be quantified by proficiency."

After driving away the fog, Lin Bo closed the lighthouse and hurried out to the church.

He used the mantra to control his body, seemingly walking with his feet close to the ground, but in fact, each step he took moved nearly ten feet, seemingly slow but actually fast, until he reached the streets of Stone Pagoda Town, and then he resumed his normal walking speed.

"The fog has dissipated." Some townspeople were already strolling on the street, hanging out their wet clothes to dry while it was still raining.

The church service is about to begin.

When the thick fog dissipated, the believers whispered to each other, because the fog dissipated too quickly. Many old fishermen had never seen such strange weather in their lives. There was no wind, but the fog moved like a torn stage curtain.

The old priest still cared about the new night watchman, because of old Tim's kindness and because he was an impressive young man. The unfortunate shipwreck he had experienced made people feel pity, and the sincerity with which he looked directly into people's eyes made people happy.

So the old priest couldn't help but think that if the fog had dissipated earlier, the young man would have been able to catch up with the meeting.

But the lighthouse was several miles away, and by the time he arrived, the event would have almost ended, and he would have missed the best opportunity to communicate with everyone.

He looked towards the main entrance of the church. The single-open door let in the skylight and the scenery. In the distance, a figure wrapped in a windbreaker approached.

It was the night watchman. It was a wonderful coincidence that he appeared here just when the thick fog had dissipated. It seemed as if the thick fog had dissipated just for him.

A strange feeling emerged in the old priest's heart. The older he got, the more he believed in chance. In his opinion, all coincidences did not happen for no reason, and behind them were God's deliberate arrangements.

Just like now, he had been expecting the night watchman to come, and then the fog dissipated, and he really came.

The other believers followed the old priest's gaze and looked back, and saw Lin Bo standing at the door.

"Night Watchman, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be guarding the lighthouse?" an old sailor asked loudly, somewhat questioningly. "Did you leave your post without permission?"

"I only set out to come here after the fog cleared," Lin Bo responded loudly. "You can ask anyone. A second before the fog cleared, the lighthouse's light swept across the sky above the town."

"Then how did you get here so quickly?" the young teacher asked in disbelief.

It's hard to explain magical things to these Muggles.

Limbaugh said truthfully, "I was walking fast to catch the rally."

Many people, including the mayor, looked at each other in bewilderment. Some were convinced by this reasoning, but others felt that it was impossible for a normal person to rush from the lighthouse to the church in such a short time. It was too abnormal, almost as abnormal as the dispersal of the fog.

The old priest said, "Welcome, welcome our new believer to join the gathering. I have already made arrangements for your arrival."

The believers stopped questioning the night watchman. Lin Bo found an empty place and sat down. Next to him were two elementary school teachers. The three of them nodded to each other as a greeting.

At the beginning of the service, everyone held the scriptures and recited doctrines and mythological stories.

When the chanting is over, the priest lifts a gilded copper basin inlaid with cheap gemstones and walks to the congregation, asking each person to dip their finger into the basin's clear water and gently touch their forehead. This is a ritual for the elderly believers, symbolizing the cleansing of the soul with the spring water and the enlightenment of wisdom.

The worship process ended like this. It was very simple and did not take long.

The believers did not rush back home. Instead, they gathered together to pool money and discuss visiting their sick and bedridden fellow church member, the elderly male teacher.

The level of medical technology these days is just so-so, especially when the elderly get sick, they may die if they are not careful.

Lin Bo followed the crowd and paid two hundred copper coins. He watched as the banknotes were put into an envelope and kept by the young teacher.

"Who wants to go visit Mr. Qiao Lun together?" the young teacher asked. The visiting group was quite large and almost no one would refuse to go. In the end, considering that the patient's house was not that spacious, only twelve representatives were selected.

Since Lin Bo was new, everyone let him go too. Maybe the next time they would see that old church member would be at the funeral.