Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

Until he masters the true name of a more powerful substance, steel is the only choice.

With the Life Control Technique, Lin Bo has powerful and precise metal processing capabilities, which is of great significance to mechanical manufacturing. Of course, it is also of great help to his construction and decoration.

If I had mastered the true meaning of steel earlier, I wouldn’t have to buy any metal frames to build a mushroom greenhouse.

If he could master a few more real names and take wood, stone, bricks, tiles, rubber, copper, glass, etc. into his control, Lin Bo would be able to quickly build a comfortable little house.

With the extremely exquisite touch of the tactile endoscopy method, he can ensure that the wooden floor shaped by the art of life control must be shiny and it will feel like walking on delicate silk when walking barefoot.

The improvement in productivity has an immediate impact on the quality of life. The results of studying magic do not necessarily have to be used to destroy opponents.

After the crowd dispersed, the lights on the first floor were still on.

Lin Bo is preparing to trial-make a psychiatric potion tonight.

He planned to use alcohol as a base to prepare a tincture of refined whale oil, and then mix it with a herbal soup to stimulate the medicinal properties of replenishing the spirit and replenishing the qi and blood.

All magical substances possess a miraculous characteristic that is almost "omnipotent".

In the hands of a spellcaster, magical energy can be transformed into the power of elements such as earth, water, fire, and wind, and can be used to create arcane constructs such as the wizard's hand and invisible servants, and can even be transformed into food such as bread and wine.

The whale oil in this world can be efficiently converted into electricity because it contains magical power.

When Lin Bo ingested the biological components of the whale, the magic energy was released, which could replenish his lost spiritual power.

If he didn't care, he could just drink whale oil to restore his energy.

However, this approach carries a great risk. Whale oil is flammable, and whale oil extract is even more explosive. Drinking it might explode in your stomach. Secondly, it is a huge waste of magical energy.

The nature of original magic energy is chaotic and changeable. Only after being catalyzed by certain conditions can it express its miraculous power to the greatest extent.

Compared with drinking whale oil directly, the amount of mental recovery after it is made into a medicine can be increased by several times or even dozens of times.

Before officially starting to produce medicine, Lin Bo decided to finish the circuit decoration work first.

Once the electrical wiring is laid, you can add electrical appliances to the kitchen.

He had already prepared an induction cooker and several pots and pans, all of which were picked out for Lin Bo by [Trash Picker].

These new kitchen utensils made it much easier to prepare herbal soups. There was also a set of glassware for preparing chemical reagents in the laboratory, which was used to make whale oil tincture.

The theoretical system of the medical book given to him by the witch was relatively primitive and had a strong mystical color. About 50% of the content could be applied by him, and the rest was for reference.

Therefore, Lin Bo also purchased some chemical knowledge materials to study. After all, the laboratory-processed pharmaceutical production methods can produce more stable finished products, which is a useful supplement to the ancient medical system and the magical medical system.

He had read and memorized all the books he had previously stockpiled, but when it came to the actual practice process, Lin Bo found that the knowledge he needed increased rather than decreased.

This is also a terrible trap in learning. Sometimes you think you have come a long way, but when you look back at your knowledge system, you find that you are still at the foot of the mountain.

The wizard had already fallen into the pit and had no intention of turning back.

Boom boom boom!

There was a quick knock on the door and Lin Bo stopped what he was doing.

Outside the door was the owner of the pawnshop on the old street. He climbed over the low wall of the lighthouse courtyard and came quietly under the cover of night.

"Night Watchman, have you seen the visitor from Hongdu? And you have also seen the Viscount, right? Have you revealed any information about that thing?"

The boss squeezed into the room, hurriedly closed the door, and asked a series of questions breathlessly, his tone low and somewhat guilty.

"They came here in the evening. Probably to watch the fun." Lin Bo asked the guests to sit down and poured them a glass of boiled water.

"Why do you think these rich and powerful people came? They must be after the gold coins! News must have leaked out, and someone knows I'm from Stone Tower. But they haven't come knocking on my door yet."

Lin Bo nodded. "Your confidentiality is average. You shouldn't be bragging about shipwreck treasure in the newspaper."

The owner grumbled, complaining about his acquaintances in Hongdu, who were all involved in the black market and had unreliable mouths. After learning of the arrival of someone from Hongdu, the pawnshop owner closed the shop for the day and came to Lin Bo at night to discuss countermeasures.

He still hadn't given up on his plan to win over the Night Watchman. He immediately pulled out a thick wad of banknotes from his satchel and said, "This is the money I made at the auction house. Let's split it fifty-fifty."

"That's not necessary," Lin Bo joked. "Besides, most of this money is your payment for submitting fake news to the newspaper."

"Oh, don't mention it." The pawnshop owner looked at both laughing and crying, and then seriously inquired about the origins of the ancient coins from the shipwreck.

"He washed up on the beach with me during the shipwreck." The night watchman said casually.

"Ah, so there really is a treasure!"

"No. If anyone believes this lie, I will laugh at him for the rest of his life."

"Old man, please show me the way. Night Watchman, if the Viscount comes looking for me, what should I say?"

Lin Bo looked at the other person's flickering eyes and said lightly, "You can just tell them the truth and let them come to me."

"Wouldn't that get you in trouble?" the pawnshop owner chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not like those unscrupulous colleagues. Since you've sold the items to me, I won't implicate you again."

"Your next word is 'but'."

"But, uh, but, I need a small favor from you." The pawnshop owner chuckled. "Just pretend you've never seen that box of ancient shipwreck coins. This matter has nothing to do with you."

Lin Bo was thoughtful. As long as he, the insider, kept his mouth shut, the pawnshop owner could make up stories about the origin of the gold coins.

The night watchman whispered, "You intend to lie to the Viscount and the people of Hongdu so as to confirm the treasure of the shipwreck and then sell the false news to those rich people."

“…Uh.” The boss was speechless.

"I hope you understand the consequences of doing this."

"Night Watchman, the world is big. With money, you can settle down anywhere. How about you take half of this money? That will be your consent."

A thick stack of banknotes slid from one end of the table to Lin Bo's front, and was then casually pushed back.

"Take it. Do what you please. But if you want to escape with your family, either do it as soon as possible or wait another two weeks."

The pawnshop owner was worried the night watchman might go back on his word, but he had no choice but to trust his character. He nervously put the money away, his heart pounding. He asked hoarsely, "Why do we have to leave so quickly?"

He also wanted to sell more copies of his fake news to make a fortune and accumulate enough wealth to escape.

"Because a hurricane is coming." The night watchman took out an iron bell from somewhere and shook it.

The crisp sound of jingling bells echoed in the night sky. The pawnshop owner was frightened by his guilty conscience and quickly said goodbye and fled from the lighthouse.

Behind me, the tinkling sound faded away, disappearing into the purple-black waves like the stars reflected on the sea.

The bald man who was running wildly in the wilderness towards Stone Tower Town was panting, his brain was blank due to lack of blood supply, and he even forgot his original intention of going to the lighthouse for a moment. He only remembered the shaking iron bell and the night watchman's words, "A hurricane is coming."

Chapter 41 Travelers Chasing the Trend

Shita Town has been more lively than usual these two days.

The shipwreck and ancient coins attracted more than one wave of curious people. The false news about the lost treasure of the ancient dynasty spread more and more outrageously in Hongdu. In this era of underdeveloped information media, the creation and spread of rumors are not complicated, but it is extremely difficult to dispel them.

Ordinary people believe that the rich are not fools, the rich believe that the experts are not fools, and the experts believe their own eyes and determine that the ancient coins from the shipwreck are not forged. As for the authenticity of the lost treasure, it is difficult to confirm.

The newspaper exaggerated the story, claiming that experts had confirmed the existence of the treasure, and people from all walks of life in Hongdu believed it.

This autumn, a small archaeological boom has swept the imperial capital, and it is showing signs of spreading to other regions.

Waves of explorers came across the sea, including nobles and guards, mercenary teams sent by wealthy businessmen, and unemployed people who dreamed of getting rich.

They all wanted to hear about the treasure from the residents of Stone Tower Town.

The smart townspeople have begun to disguise their worthless old items as Dynasty antiques, and sell them at high prices to those short-sighted fools.

Especially some old people who look weathered, they can brag about the low-quality gems they picked up on the beach as the gains from their seafaring adventures in the most dangerous places.

But their disabilities and illnesses caused by labor and accidents seem particularly convincing, and uninformed explorers fall for it.

Many years after the rise of urban industry brought about population growth, a tourism boom caused by a rumor brought considerable economic benefits to this unremarkable seaside town.

Private homes were vacated for travelers to use as dormitories, and the fees collected for one night were more than a working-class family's income for three days.

The Bailuo Tavern was packed with customers every day. The only waiter, Ji Ling, was so tired that she stuck out her tongue, and the boss laughed so hard that his apple cheeks grew bigger.

The streets, which were originally deserted both day and night, were crowded with tourists who were as noisy as chickens, ducks and fat geese. They strolled around during the day and asked people questions.

Fishermen who were sleeping after returning from a night fishing trip were pulled out of bed, still sleepy-eyed. The old priest in the church was annoyed by the disturbance. Even the children in the school were tricked by the adults at the wall with candy to go and question them.

The children didn't care about the treasures. The rule was to eat the candy first and then say they didn't know. These primary school students have tasted the sweetness of the tourism economy.

The coast was plowed again and again by explorers, who wanted to dig deep into the ground to find the treasures from the shipwrecks washed ashore by the waves. However, they found nothing except some shells and stones.

The lonely white lighthouse on the cape is also frequently visited.

However, the lighthouse keeper was often away from home, so the courtyard gate could be opened easily, but the main door of the tower was always locked with an iron lock.

Polite visitors would turn away upon seeing this, or simply enjoy the seaside scenery at the headland.

But there were still some unruly thieves who, seeing that the door was locked, gave their companions a smile that said, "Let me show you what I can do," and pulled out wire from their sleeves and a screwdriver from their pockets.

When they were excitedly preparing to pick the lock, they found that there was no keyhole on the lock of the door.

How does a solid iron lock get attached to a door? And how does the owner unlock it?

The thief and his companion were puzzled. They saw the ghost and had no idea what to do with it. Then they looked at the high windows which were out of reach, so they had to leave in disappointment.

Lin Bo was not concerned about the tourists' visit, and his schedule was not greatly disturbed.

In the morning, I sampled and recorded herbs deep in the woods, and at noon I went to the East Cliff Grottoes. Both places are rarely visited by people, and the wizard communicated more with wild animals than with humans.

After the all-purpose fungus entered a new stage of growth, Lin Bo began to continuously feed herbs to the fungal mat.

His communication with the mycelium was extremely smooth. As his vocabulary of the magical language became more and more extensive, Lin Bo was able to speak some coherent and complete sentences.

Before feeding a herb each time, Lin Bo would first find out the real name of the herb. Then, when the fungal blanket devoured and absorbed the herb's genes, he would tell it the real name of the herb over and over again, hoping that the mycelium would leave enough impression.

The all-powerful fungus species can indeed remember these real names. When Lin Bo repeated the real name of the herb and asked the fungal mat to produce the corresponding mimic mushroom, it executed it exactly.

This is the core communication concept in "Mushroom Agriculture".

The relationship between the cultivator and the strain is not just that of a farmer and crops, but the all-round strain should be regarded as an intelligent biological tool. Just like humans make friends with artificial intelligence, they can also get along very closely with the all-round strain.

The True Name Mage communicated with all things, and after teaching the fungus to produce mushrooms with specific genes, Lin Bo obtained a steady supply of herbs.

Research into developing a psychotropic potion has only just begun, but initial results have already been achieved. A whale oil tincture mixed with a soothing herbal decoction can significantly restore mental alertness, and is much quicker and more convenient than meditation.

This is the 1.0 version of the whale oil potion. After taking one dose, it can completely replenish the depleted spell power within fourteen minutes.

Perhaps due to the limited absorption speed, taking whale oil potions continuously in a short period of time will not increase the recovery speed.

There are certain side effects after using the drug, including rapid heartbeat, sweating, increased body temperature, and blurred thinking. This is not a poisoning reaction, but just the body's natural metabolic process. The first side effect subsides after one hour and seven minutes.

As the number of times the drug is taken in a day increases, the duration of side effects also increases and the severity of the reaction also increases.

The next research direction will mainly be to reduce side effects, and secondly to improve recovery efficiency.