Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

Lin Bo’s homemade whale oil rejuvenating potion has become a relatively successful primary alchemical product.

The side effects of the drug are suppressed to an acceptable level, and even if taken multiple times in a short period of time, there will be no negative effects such as dizziness or confusion. However, to ensure the full effect of the drug, it is best to take one dose five minutes apart.

The efficacy of the rejuvenation potion is sufficient for a Lv5 rookie spellcaster like him. One potion can replenish the depleted spell power to about % within half a minute, which can meet the needs whether it is for combat emergencies or daily training.

If purchased on the trading platform, a potion with the same effect would cost around 80 Disaster Coins per bottle. The platform's buy-back price would also be around 60 or 70 Disaster Coins.

The production cost is relatively low. One of the main raw materials, refined whale oil, is a local specialty. He does not need to spend his disaster coins. The flesh and blood of sea spirits can also be brushed in dungeons, or directly purchased from players.

The rest of the herbs are all mushrooms simulated by the universal strain, and the cost is just some food and water.

However, earning Disaster Coins from selling whale oil revitalizing potions was still difficult. Currently, kitchen-level alchemists had limited real estate. Lin Bo didn't even have enough for himself, let alone any to sell.

By the time the improvement of the alchemical potion was completed, it was already past noon.

The little seagull stood on the top of the lighthouse, enjoying the sea breeze and looking at the figure approaching the entrance of the cape. It then reported the visitor's arrival to the wizard.

The old priest of the church walked to the low wall of the lighthouse with a merchant from the order.

"Was it like this here yesterday?" the businessman asked in a low voice.

"Why be surprised? This is the home of miracles." The old priest folded his hands and answered calmly.

"Okay, I won't ask any more questions."

Lin Bo stood at the lighthouse gate, separated from the two visitors by a wet concrete river.

The old priest and the merchant from the monastery did not dare to step into the muddy river, but knelt in front of the low wall outside the courtyard to pay homage.

The Night Watchman took out a skull mask and covered his face, whispering, "(Expletive) I command you to be as light as a feather."

The two people kneeling on the ground suddenly felt as if they had fallen into the calm sea. The air around them felt pressure, lifting up their curled up bodies, and with a slight push of their arms, they floated off the ground.

The monastic merchant screamed and paddled his limbs in the air, screaming like a drowning duck. The old priest relaxed and patted the merchant on the shoulder to help him calm down.

The miracle worker in front of the lighthouse chanted mantras, controlled a lump of iron left by the door, took it in his hand and shook it lightly. Two thin ropes extended from the iron, swam lightly through the atmosphere, and stopped in front of the visitor.

The old priest grabbed an iron rope without hesitation, pulling it with both hands alternately to pull the floating body forward.

The merchant from the monastery was trembling with fear, just holding the iron rope and not daring to move, but the rope contracted spontaneously, carrying him slowly forward amidst the suppressed exclamations.

The two of them followed a steel cable as thin as a straw, floated across the gray concrete river surface, and came to the lighthouse.

After their feet were firmly planted, the cursed power on their bodies dissipated, their bodies felt gravity again, and their rapidly beating hearts slowly calmed down.

The thin iron chain folded into a ball and landed back on the wall beside the door. Lin Bo took off the mage's face, invited them into the tower for a while, and asked the visitors why they came.

The merchant from the monastery wiped the sweat from his forehead. He said that he had concluded a whale business deal in Jinbei City and had already shipped the goods by sea to the dock in Shita Town. Now he wanted to ask the Miracle Walker how to deal with it.

"Go and bring the boat over." Lin Bo asked the merchant to park the cargo boat in the sea east of the lighthouse.

"My Lord, miracle! This time, when I went to the slaughterhouse to place an order, something terrible happened... It was the local gang in Jinbei City. Several of their burly thugs stopped me, questioned me, and threatened me. I repeatedly promised not to buy these leftovers again, but they extorted some money from me before letting me go."

Obviously, the scraps from the whale slaughterhouse had long been divided up by the local circles, and even the lowest-grade meat could be sold for a certain price in the poor neighborhoods.

The monastic merchant was a local businessman from Shita Town. He had no reliable connections in Jinbei City and was frightened out of his wits by the gang members.

After Lin Bo gently comforted the merchant, he looked at the old priest and signaled him to speak if he had anything to say.

"My Lord, even the nobles of Jinbei are troubled by the gangs. They represent the unclean side of the city, a group nurtured by poverty and violence. New gangs often emerge every few years to replace the old ones. The Order is unable to convince them to give in for the time being."

Lin Bo nodded slightly. "Then don't worry about them. From now on, just purchase whale meat and bones directly."

Purchasing scraps was done out of the idea of ​​thriftiness, but since it turned out to be smelly, Lin Bo was no longer interested in it.

He comforted the blackmailed businessman and asked the old priest to withdraw money from the order's public account to compensate him for his losses in full.

The baboon-shaped Titan serves coffee to the guests.

The businessman was surprised and flattered when he saw the tall, furry beast put down the coffee on the table, and he also provided Lin Bo with a proficiency assessment of illusion.

After finishing their coffee, the visitors rose to depart. The merchant still had to go to the docks to ask for a cargo ship to arrive. Before leaving, the old priest asked the miracle worker for advice; he wanted to persuade the young men in town to join the order.

"...You know I am old and my mind has grown weak. I always feel guilty that there is no one in the Order who can guard you with a harpoon and a pistol."

Lin Bo just said, "Just go for it."

He saw the two off from the lighthouse and went out to the East Cliff Grottoes himself.

An hour later, a cargo ship from the dock passed the sea cliff and headed for the headland. Lin Bo put on a mask, shaped a small steel boat, rode the waves, and stopped the cargo ship.

The person driving the boat was an old fisherman from the order. Lin Bo still remembered him, the one who had undergone full-body surgery two days ago.

"Miracle!" The old fisherman let go of the oars and knelt down to worship.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Everything is fine, everything is fine. I feel as light and strong as a child again."

Lin Bo pulled his wrist, felt his pulse, and nodded.

The old fisherman's lips trembled with excitement. "Miracle! I tell my children good things about you every day. Can they join the order?"

"Let them do as they wish." Lin Bo stood on the boat and chatted with the old fisherman for a while.

Since receiving treatment that day, the old fisherman's health has amazed his family and neighbors.

He repeatedly stressed that this was the old man's blessing and the gift of the miracle worker, and everyone praised the night watchman's medical skills. The women in the bakery had rave reviews for this foreign young man.

After a conversation, the old fisherman looked comfortable as if he had been full, and stared at the face of the three-eyed skull for a long time.

He exchanged boats with Lin Bo, and the unmanned iron boat sailed on the sea, carrying him towards the shore. Until the old fisherman could no longer see the figure of the three-eyed skull, he knelt down, clasped his hands together, and prayed for a miracle to protect him and his descendants.

The iron ship glided to the shore and the old fisherman got off the boat. The silver steel ship melted like ice and snow in front of his eyes, and was reshaped into a silver iron chain, which flew away through the air.

The old fisherman prayed again and again, and when he turned to leave, he saw a young sailor standing idle not far away, with the fishing rod and fish bucket in his hands tilted to the ground, and several live fish jumping on the rocky beach. His face looked stupid as if he was extremely frightened.

"Hey, kid." The old fisherman walked up to him with dignity and satisfaction. "Kneel down and pray for a miracle. I wish you good health and a long life in the future."

The young sailor trembled and fell to the ground, offering a prayer to the clear blue ocean in the autumn afternoon. The iron chain flying over the sea still shone with a glittering silver light in his sight.

Until one moment, the silver rope fell into the sea and floated back to the night watchman. Lin Bo put the iron chain aside, controlled the waves to push the small boat under his feet, and headed towards the East Cliff Grotto.

Chapter 96 Ocean Magic Source

The sea area outside the Dongya Grottoes is full of reefs. Even if a small boat wants to enter, it is difficult. If you are not careful, the bottom of the boat will be scratched by the reefs, or it will run aground on the rocks.

Lin Bo stood at the bow with his hands behind his back, looking around through the camera on his mask. He recited the real name of the waves, projected his magic power as much as possible to the sea surface around him, and ordered the waves to gather.

Circles of sea water gathered under the boat like a herd of horses, raising high waves and lifting the boat and the mage, slowly moving forward, crossing the jagged reef belt, and arriving at the entrance of the cave.

Lin Bo took off his wizard's face, took a whale oil potion, then transformed the iron ball into a flat plate, picked up a large box of whale scraps, and got off the boat with the cargo. He gently pushed the cargo box and came to the mushroom garden in the courtyard of the cave.

Ever since the Fungus-Talking Seagulls returned to their habitat, ushering in an era of bird dominance, the mushrooms have lost a group of diligent foraging friends, and the expansion of the fungal blanket has slowed down.

Lin Bo stepped into the cave, and the faint and familiar vibration made the mycelium on the ground active. The small whiskers that were originally lying lazily now suddenly stood up and swayed gently, like grass swaying in the wind, or a white dog stretching in the sun.

He unloaded the heavy wooden box and pulled off the tarpaulin. The unconcealable fishy smell seeped out from the cracks in the wooden box, and the broken meat and bones from the whale whispered in the wizard's ears.

Lin Bo could vaguely hear what they were saying in the animistic language, the roar of the motors spinning the sawteeth, the huge iron hooks and cranes that could catch giant whales, and the panting of workers wielding meat axes. These were about what happens after death.

There's also the story of a giant whale dying, as massive chain harpoons fired from the muzzles of whaleships pierce its skin and bones. The whale dives for its life, its flesh gouged by the barbs, and cries out in pain as the seawater pours into its wounds, spreading blood like a thick fog.

Harpooned and dragged through the ocean for hundreds of miles, the exhausted whale, still alive, would be tied with thick cables by sailors, hoisted up, and secured to the side of a large ship. Battered by the scorching sun, bleeding and thirsty, it would be brought to the dock, still breathing. Facing the cheering tiny creatures around it, it would emit a final low-pitched whale song, inaudible to the crowd.

As for the more distant memories, they are vague and have disappeared with the death of the whale.

Lin Bo is also very curious about the real names of magical creatures.

But for a creature as large as a whale, even if he knew its true name, the Level 1 Mantra Transfiguration could probably only transform it into a baby whale.

Lin Bo fumbled for the iron nails wedged into the wooden box, chanted the true name of steel, and pulled out the thick nails one by one. The wooden boards of the box fell apart, and the flesh and bones inside also poured out and dumped onto the fungal carpet of the mushroom garden.

The dark red, bleeding scraps were quickly covered by pure white mycelium, forming a pile of soft white bags. The mushrooms loved this food and swayed even more vigorously.

Lin Bo gently stroked the fungal blanket, and the soft mycelium rubbed against his palm.

"The feeder is here, missing you, requesting water. The food is delicious, more, more... mushrooms, please eat mushrooms!"

The genetic information in the whale's biological tissues is absorbed by the fungal mat and expressed in the form of mimic mushrooms. The magical energy contained in the whale meat is also transferred to the mimic mushrooms.

In a corner of the fungal blanket, a blue fish-shaped mushroom emerged, and then grew and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The mushroom's appearance was that of a fat whale, inflated like the balloons sold to tourists and children on the beach, with black bean-like eyes embedded on both sides of its body, sparkling with an inexplicable wisdom.

Lin Bo picked the whale mushroom which was as big as a basketball, and told the Almighty Fungus the true name of the magical creature's flesh and blood, as well as the true name of whale oil.

Even though mushrooms can't speak the animistic language, they can still understand the meaning of their true names by listening to their pronunciation. Lin Bo uses true names to locate the genetic information library of the fungus species, allowing them to precisely select the genes they need rather than randomly stitching them together.

Holding the mimic whale mushroom in his hand, Lin Bo touched it gently and could hear its murmuring animistic language, which is the most obvious characteristic of magical matter.

The magical energy that the all-purpose strain recovers from the cheapest scraps is equivalent to a can of crude whale oil, and the selling prices of the two are very different.

With the whale mushroom, Limbaugh could try to improve the potion further.

At the same time, he also wanted to know how these whales obtained magical power.

If magic mushrooms can replace whale oil, then one day, the industrial production of the Knin Empire will not have to rely on the declining whaling industry, and the whale population will be saved from being hunted to extinction.

Lin Bo knew very little about magical biology. He had only read a few words in alchemy books, which also talked about how to extract usable raw materials from magical creatures.

So he logged into the chat interface of Zongwang and found a trader from Aoqi Rose Garden to buy books, intending to cram for the exam at the last minute.

[Dosulus] usually sleeps soundly, and his subsidiary mind recommended the popular science book "Comprehensive Network Observation: Magical Life in the Multiverse" to Lin Bo.

This "Big Observation" series is a popular science book compiled and produced by a large number of players. Although the content is only at the dessert level and lacks academic professionalism, it is still a very good literacy guide.

Old players do this for love. The "Big Observation" series, like the guides in the chat channel, are public knowledge. The platform only charges the cost of translation and copying.

In the same series, there are also "The Strange Geography of the Multiverse", "The Great Powers of the Multiverse", etc. If you read them all, it can greatly broaden the players' horizons.

Lin Bo has never had much free time to read miscellaneous books, but he has kept this series of popular science books in mind and plans to squeeze out time to read them through as much as possible. Who knows, they might come in handy someday.

The ocean-blue trading channel is open.

A palm-thick, dictionary-like tome fell into Lin Bo's hands. He went straight to the table of contents, skipped the preface, and found the players' overview of magical creatures, which mentioned the source of the magical creatures' power.

A common example is creatures with extraordinary bloodlines in a magical worldview, where magic energy naturally flows in their bodies, such as dragons, goblins, beholders, ancient elven trees, etc.

Furthermore, non-natural magical creatures can also be elevated through long-term contact with magical sources, or through transformation, blessings, or curses from powerful beings, thereby gaining access to magical power.

Lin Bo wants to know whether the whales in this world are born magical creatures, or whether they have mutated due to exposure to magic.

If it is the former, then as long as the fungus replicates the whale bloodline, it can produce magic mushrooms continuously.

If it's the latter, it means there's a magical source in the sea that the whale has been exposed to for a long time.