Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

He hoped to replace meditation with potions as soon as possible so that he could increase the number of times he practiced control in a day.

When Lin Bo tasted the whale oil, he felt its profound silence. This substance, imbued with magical energy, had never spoken to the mage. He was powerless to do anything about it.

When Lin Bo returned to the lighthouse every afternoon with a bag of medicinal mushrooms, he began to experience the recent craze in Shita Town firsthand. There were too many outsiders who followed the townspeople.

The people visiting Shita Town these days include people from all social classes, and not everyone respects the local residents. There are many cases of petty theft and even fraud and extortion, and conflicts are increasing.

The town's garrison is barely adequate, and the primary security force is maintained by a group of young men with warrior beliefs, led by a sailor with a scar on his face.

Lin Bo had also met this scarred man several times. He noticed his prestige among the sailors and fishermen when he attended church for the first time on Sunday.

As the number of visitors to the lighthouse increased, maintaining order became more difficult. Often, people would break the rules and crowd into the lighthouse to ask the night watchman for information, and the watchman would have to drive them away one after another.

In the past, the waitress at the White Snail Tavern was happy to help, but recently she has been too busy to get away.

I don't know whether it started on Tuesday or Wednesday, but the scarred sailor started bringing a group of men to the scene every afternoon when the lighthouse was open for medical care, driving away strangers with bad intentions, and not leaving until the sun went down.

Lin Bo and Scarface had never spoken to each other, but he learned from casual conversations with the townspeople that this prestigious sailor was a semi-professional thug.

The folk customs of the Kening Empire are quite fierce, and boxing and fighting are very common. A manly and bloody fight can be used for viewing and entertainment, as well as for adjudicating disputes.

When the owners of large whaling ships encountered disputes over the ownership of their catch, if negotiations failed, they would arrange a duel. Scarface was the man responsible for initiating such fights. His reputation among the people was based on his record of victories. Everyone said he had a powerful fist and had never lost.

With such a person taking the initiative to guard the house, the townspeople felt much more at ease when seeking medical treatment. At dusk, Scarface left with the crowd, never dragging his feet, and would show up on time the next day.

Jingle Bell--

The sound of the lighthouse keeper's iron bell had become familiar to the townspeople. In the past, they would come with medical fees and gifts and return empty-handed, but now some began to leave the lighthouse with a few bags of herbs.

All the herbs looked a little strange, having been chopped so finely that the raw materials could not be distinguished.

According to the night watchman, one should boil the herb over a high fire, boil three bowls of water into one bowl, and then drink it. Everyone who drank it felt their condition improved, so no one cared about the source of the herb.

Chapter 42: Those who go out to sea, hurricane is coming

Ever since they met once at the lighthouse, the guests from Hongdu often mentioned the night watchman. As the landlord, Viscount Pearl also wanted to make friends with the doctor, so he appointed his butler and servants to invite him.

The nobleman's carriage visited the cape several times, but failed to invite guests.

The lighthouse keeper either disappeared during the day or was too busy treating the townspeople to spare any time. Even if the butler, doing his duty, stayed until sunset to convey the viscount's invitation, he was still politely declined.

Viscount Pearl waited for news at his manor in the southern suburbs of Stone Tower Town. It was really frustrating that the butler returned empty-handed. After two or three such encounters, he lost interest in making friends with this arrogant doctor.

Although he was the lord of this land, he lived in Hongdu all year round and was not familiar with his hometown. Although he had a housekeeper and servants to take care of the manor, he could only return a few times a year.

He was more surprised than anyone else when news of the shipwreck coins being found in Stone Tower came to light. He had returned this time at the request of a friend to look after the noble lady who had initiated the treasure hunt.

Although he found the news of the treasure in his territory strange and magical, Viren Pearl still embarked on a journey back home to explore the mystery.

After arriving in Shita Town, they followed the clues and found the pawnshop on the old street. They successfully learned from the cautious owner that he had collected the box of ancient coins from a down-and-out old fisherman in a nearby village, along with an old hand-drawn nautical chart.

I still remember that boss in the pawnshop seemed clueless when asked anything.

There is no explanation as to why an old fisherman would have precious gold coins, nor what secrets this nautical chart points to, and even less explanation as to why this old fisherman would sell the precious antiques and nautical charts.

But precisely because they knew nothing about anything, it gave buyers a lot of room for imagination.

After buying the treasure map from the reluctant owner at a high price, Lady Hongdu began to weave stories in the carriage.

She believed that the old fisherman, when he was young, went out to sea and encountered a storm and was blown to an unknown island. He discovered treasure in a shipwreck and swam all the way back to his hometown. Only a box of ancient coins was left on him. He wanted to return to the nameless deserted island so he drew a nautical chart. When he was old, his children encountered misfortune and needed money, so he reluctantly sold the things to black market merchants.

Although everyone in her group thought the lady had an overactive imagination, they couldn't help but believe it a bit. The archaeology professor even corrected the logical loopholes in her story.

If the old fisherman had children, he would never sell the treasure map, but pass the secret to his descendants.

The professor and the student chatted more and more freely, and made the story more vivid.

Even though they know it is fiction, irrational humans are willing to believe the stories they weave. The more effort they put into the false stories, the more real they seem.

The archaeology professor had confirmed that the nautical chart was an old artifact, not a recent forgery. This meant that the shipwreck treasure, whose authenticity was unknown, was already beckoning from the depths of the ocean.

Viscount Pearl was also slightly tempted. What's more, the island indicated in the nautical chart was not far away. It was just off the ocean current route and far away from the fishing grounds. There were countless similar isolated islands on the sea. If you were lucky, you could go back and forth in three to five days. If you were unlucky, it would be nothing more than a circular journey on the sea.

What could happen?

The Viscount suddenly remembered the anxious face of the pawnshop owner on Old Street and his goodbyes before leaving. He couldn't help but shout, "Be careful of the hurricane."

"How do you know a hurricane is coming?" the Hongdu lady at the time asked curiously.

"Well, it's just a hunch. Maybe it's the old man's guidance." The businessman smiled awkwardly. "So it's best not to go out to sea in the near future."

Now is indeed the peak hurricane season. If you want to be safe, you can plan your adventure in winter or spring.

Lady Hongdu was a person who listened to advice and resisted the urge to set sail for adventure immediately.

However, the news of the treasure map spread quietly.

Perhaps the fact that the Viscount and his party spared no expense to purchase the original map gave the explorers great confidence. In less than three days, almost everyone had a replica of the treasure map.

No one knows how much money the pawnshop owner made, but he didn't show up at the elders' church gathering on Thursday. When out-of-town tourists went to look for him again, the pawnshop shelves were empty, and his family had also left.

Some townspeople witnessed the pawnshop owner taking his wife and children out to sea on a boat. No one knew he was running away with the money, and everyone's first thought was that the owner was going to steal the treasure.

So the influx of passengers flocked to the ports and docks.

After nearly a week of bustling activity, Shita Town returned to its former quietude. Some were reluctant to part with the tourism economy's flotsam, while others felt it was best for these restless individuals to depart.

Viscount Pearl and others were worried that the treasure would be taken away first, and seeing this, they wavered in their initial caution and decided to go to Jinbei City to take a yacht out to sea. After all, it was only a three or four-day voyage, and encountering a hurricane was only a small probability event.

The mayor, however, advised the lord and the distinguished guests to think twice.

"A hurricane may really be coming, my lord. It's not suitable to go out to sea now. Wait another half a month."

"Why do you say so too? Could it be that this is also the guidance of the old man?" Pearl looked surprised.

"The Night's Watch said so."

At the gathering of the elders yesterday, Thursday, the night watchman appeared in the church and all the parishioners stood up to greet him when they saw him.

Unlike the outside world's impression that the lighthouse keeper is just an exotic doctor, as insiders, they have experienced and witnessed the actions of extraordinary people, and their attitude towards Limbaugh is even more respectful.

At the church members' exchange meeting, the night watchman spoke very little and just listened to others' speeches.

However, before the meeting ended, he emphasized to remind everyone to notify relatives, friends and neighbors as much as possible, not to go out to sea in the next few days, to prepare enough food, firewood and drinking water, and to be prepared for flood prevention.

Lady Hongdu couldn't help laughing as she listened to the mayor repeat the lighthouse keeper's words. "Could he be a fortune teller?"

The mayor replied timidly but seriously, "Madam, the Night's Watch survived the shipwreck thanks to the old man's favor. His favor has made him extraordinary. His words should be taken seriously."

"But why does he always avoid my invitations? Do the old man's followers dislike the Holy Father's followers?" Viscount Pearl was obviously quite resentful about the repeated unsuccessful invitations, and he also found his words irritating.

In the end, they chose to take a carriage to Jinbei City and go out to sea on a yacht a day later.

On Sunday morning, strong winds passed through.

The atmosphere was as cold as the mint scent in the nose. From southwest to north, the blue sky was occupied by the iron curtain of dark clouds that slowly advanced. Within a few hours, there was no sunlight. Only a few golden rays could be seen in the distant northeastern sky. The dark land of the archipelago was as bleak as a widow.

A hurricane was approaching, bringing with it the plentiful moisture of the tropical ocean, and it would descend with a furious thud that night. The atmosphere howled mournfully, sending pellets of water splattering against the windowsills and roof tiles. The houses of Stone Tower Town lay silent as a chicken in the torrential downpour.

Pedestrians hurried along the streets, huddled in their homes, livestock confined to their pens, the air thick with sticky, water droplets threatening to drip directly onto the skin. Conversations within the family became shouts, words nearly drowned in the cracks of wind and rain.

The wind at the cape drove the waves high, and the water splashed almost to the lighthouse wall. The accumulated water in the yard formed a dark pond. The white lighthouse emitted bright light, piercing the ocean swallowed by the inky night.

The lighthouse keeper is at ease with his situation. The thick walls block out wind and rain, and the tightly closed doors and windows even have gaps covered with a layer of iron, preventing any water from getting in.

He took his usual neuron-activating tincture and read under the lamp, the stew pot bubbling in the kitchen, the pungent bitterness of the grass seeping into the pale putty of the wall.

The hurricane came, and through the bricks and glass, it laughed warmly and wildly at the tiny humans hiding in the tower.

"(Magic words) Hello." Lin Bo greeted his noisy friend without looking up, and gently turned to the next page of the book.

Chapter 43 Natural Disaster Opportunities

The wind and rain are mingling, their languages ​​are intertwined, every ending of the wind is the beginning of every sentence of the rain, when they roar together, all sounds in heaven and earth are silent.

Late in the night, sleepiness set in, and the wizard put down his book. Like all the people on the island affected by the hurricane, he hid in the shelter, and could only be the king of this small man-made world, staring at his subjects, including tables, chairs, and benches, in bewilderment amid the roaring rain.

Lin Bo checked the Fresnel lens, then the rotating mechanism on the third floor, to ensure it was safe. The light from this lighthouse might be the only hope of survival for some ships at sea.

After maintaining his daily work, the night watchman raised his hand to press the window glass that was trembling in the wind and rain, capturing its silent words.

Moments later, awakening from his suspended animation, the mage received a new true name.

The hurricane was a great helper to him, its roar was so deafening that it could suppress those things that were originally tough and proud.

He went down to the second floor and gently stroked an old stone exposed by the peeling wall. The first and second floors of the lighthouse were built of stone and cement, the remains of the old lighthouse. The floors above the second floor were made of brick and stone and were newly built decades ago.

In the ordinary drizzle, the stones whisper steadily, and even the noisy rain cannot drown out their deep and clear words. Even when struck with metal chisels, the rock's deep voice is never suppressed.

But now, even it was silenced by the hurricane's fury. Tropical cyclones, with their accumulated energy of the sun-baked ocean, were unstoppable once unleashed.

As the hurricane approached, the mage decided to try to sense things that were difficult to keep silent about, such as rocks and trees. This was an opportunity on his path of study.

new week.

Last night's heavy rain came on and off several times, and the strong winds were intermittent. During the period when it was raging, sudden downpours and strong winds would come from time to time, and people could only go out for simple activities during the intervals between the wrath of the weather.

The bakery was closed, and the fish market near the pier had only a few tarpaulins and wooden poles that had not been put away in time. The shops along the street were temporarily closed, and there was not a single customer in the White Snail Tavern.

The pedestrians on the street were just rushing back and forth.

The night watchman walked through Stone Tower Town, holding an umbrella, observing the damage. The islanders were already accustomed to hurricanes, and their houses were sturdy and stable, with no collapse. The accumulated water on the roads had mostly flowed into ditches and rivers, and there was no flooding for the time being.

He also asked if there were any townspeople injured in accidents last night who needed medical attention, but the results were relatively optimistic, indicating that no such incidents had occurred. Instead, Lin Bo was invited to breakfast at his home by many people, but he declined all of them.

At the edge of the woods where the wizard often went, several sturdy trees were broken by last night's strong wind. The huge and lush tree roots along with the thick brown-red soil were exposed to the air, reminding Lin Bo of scarlet fish gills.

This kind of weather was not suitable for picking herbs. The ground was muddy and slippery, and the herbs were wilted, so he just took a look from a distance and then turned to go to the East Cliff Grotto.

As he expected, the heavy rain brought by the hurricane formed runoff at the entrance of the cave and poured into the courtyard.

Fortunately, the mushroom greenhouse was built on a cement foundation and was not soaked by water.

The lights in the cave were still on, and the electric heater in the greenhouse was emitting a warm glow. When the temperature plummeted due to the strong winds last night, the greenhouse became a rare warm shelter.

Lin Bo arrived at the cave and found that the seagulls had gathered near the shed to avoid the rain. They landed on the roof, jumped on the concrete foundation, and flew in and out of the ventilation windows that were not closed tightly.

"(Magic) Hello." The wizard was stunned for a moment before greeting. He couldn't speak bird language, and these seagulls couldn't understand magic, so he just said it casually.

He was answered by the sly squawking of gulls. Fresh, bloody fish bones lay scattered at their feet. These creatures, which used to dine on the rocks, now moved to the warmer parts of the greenhouse, filling the courtyard with the stench of a fish market.

"(Spell) Bird, take the body away." Lin Bo mobilized the spirit of words and injected mana into his magic words.

The seagulls' noise stopped abruptly. They grabbed the fish bones with their claws, spread their wings and flew out of the cave like a group of white bats, throwing the fish bones into the sea before flying back.