Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

Lin Bo nodded with satisfaction, placed the furnace properly in the alchemy room, and immediately began to set up the alchemy fire ceremony.

Whale oil is flammable, and refined whale oil is even more flammable. Once it comes into contact with air, a slight impact can cause a violent explosion.

Therefore, when arranging the Danhuo ceremony, the most important thing to consider is safety.

The magical fuel he chose was crude whale oil, which would not explode.

However, crude whale oil contains too many impurities, and has a very smoky smell after being ignited, which greatly affects the judgment of the "Smell the Scent and Know the Marrow" chapter. Therefore, it needs to be refined and purified many times in ritual incantations, and after being converted into refined whale oil, it is broken up into fine oil mist and ignited.

The advantage of this approach is that the highly dangerous refined whale oil can be used immediately after production, sealed throughout the process. Even if it explodes, the damage caused is minimal. The residual oil left after quenching is rich in biomass and can also be fed to the fungal blanket to recover nutrients.

Lin Bo once told the all-purpose fungus the real name of whale oil. It extracted the corresponding genetic information from the gene bank and produced whale oil mushrooms that looked like pomegranates.

After peeling off the shell, inside are grains of oil wrapped in a plant membrane. It emits a lustrous blue light, which means it is of high purity and can even be used as bullet propellant. A whole whale oil mushroom is a high-energy bomb.

Because of this, Lin Bo would rather go to the whale oil refill station in Laojie to purchase crude oil than use whale oil mushrooms directly.

By the time the Danhuo ceremony was set up, it was already past noon.

Lin Bo was about to leave for the East Cliff Grottoes. The initial construction there had been completed, and they could begin setting up the warehouse and training grounds.

He also planned to modify the whale oil mushroom to see if he could transfer the magical energy from the oil to the cellulose. The wood whale oil produced in this way might have stable physical properties and would not explode easily.

The entrance to the alchemy workshop was on the north side of the lighthouse, a cellar door at the base of the wall. Several ventilation ducts led to the surface, and outside the courtyard wall, several iron chimneys, wearing conical rain caps, looked like small houses emerging from the ground.

The cellar door is built with concrete and sealed with steel plates. It fits tightly and has no keyhole.

Lin Bo stood under the cellar door holding a whale breath lantern. He flew into the air and tapped the iron plate. The thick steel opened like a curtain, letting in sunlight.

When he flew out of the underground workshop, the iron plate of the cellar closed naturally, and there was no gap visible to the naked eye.

The little seagull standing on the top of the lighthouse croaked twice, signaling the night watchman that a visitor had arrived. Lin Bo then told the little seagull to return to its roost and call back the Fungus-talking seagulls.

Viscount Pearl's butler stood outside the low wall of the yard, waiting for an unknown amount of time.

He was silently admiring the scenery of the cape and gazing at the moss on the stones of the wall. He noticed that the white bird whose feathers had fallen in the wind suddenly flew up and headed deep into the land in the northeast.

When the night watchman came out from behind the lighthouse, the butler quickly put away his leisurely mood, stepped back, and knelt down gently.

"Are you here to see me because of a letter from Viren Pearl?" Lin Bo asked.

The butler fished the envelope from his coat lining pocket and handed it over. The wax seal was intact, and the address on the cover was the manor in Stone Tower Town.

After taking the letter, Lin Bo called the butler to stand up again. He chanted a spell in a low voice. The butler's muddy palms, trouser legs and leather shoes were blown by a breeze, and the dust fell off silently, leaving them as clean as before.

The butler rubbed his palms together, took a deep breath, displayed the most proper waiter etiquette, straightened his back, lowered his head and waited.

Lin Bo unfolded the letter and read it. It began with "To my Most High Lord."

The letter paper is very long and the handwriting is very neat.

Velen recounted his experience during this trip. At a banquet held to celebrate surviving the shipwreck, he sprinkled mushroom flavoring into a bowl of thick soup in public. The nobles who were sharing the meal "remained silent for nearly a quarter of an hour" and "scraped the soup bowls clean with bread like paupers."

Willen Pearl was a well-known figure in Hongdu's social circles, a frequent attendee of literary salons, fashionable parties devoted to the occult, and university professors' lectures. He inherited the connections of the previous generation of viscounts and enjoyed a certain reputation among his peers.

After becoming famous at the banquet, Viscount Pearl held a series of dinners, inviting more people to taste mushroom MSG, and made up stories for newspaper reporters, greatly adapting his story of being stranded on a desert island to make it similar to "Ghost Blows Out the Light".

He claimed that the mushroom MSG was made by grinding the fruit of a strange tree in the underground tomb of the lost dynasty. There were also many corpses of the burials with ageless faces in the tomb. It was suspected that taking the powdered fruit could make people stay young forever. He himself had the strength to row across the sea because of taking the fruit powder.

This level of exaggeration and nonsense was just a minor incident at the occult gatherings that Viren Pearl attended, but since he had personal experience and produced physical evidence, anyone who heard it would inevitably be skeptical.

Reporters enthusiastically spread the legendary story of Viscount Pearl, and it spread to all levels of Hongdu society.

The excitement about the lost treasure, which had subsided slightly due to the list of hurricane victims, is now at full swing again.

Lin Bo thought of the pawnshop owner. He might have been the most successful con man in Stone Tower, but that title was about to be taken by Viren Pearl.

Also sent with the letter was a copy of the Hongdu Times. As a media outlet known for its timeliness and political nature, the Hongdu Times rarely paid attention to folk anecdotes and was often referred to by locals as the mouthpiece of parliament and the emperor.

However, the newspaper's second-page headline featured a silver-plate photo of Viren Pearl, with the title "Hurricane survivors return to Hongdu and may be summoned by His Majesty the Emperor."

The report described the previous treasure hunt and the large number of casualties and disappearances caused by the hurricane. I speculate that Viren Pearl will probably represent the shipwreck survivors and receive the emperor's condolences along with the families of the other victims.

Less than two days after this expedited letter was sent, Lin Bo estimated that it would not be long before he would see news that mushroom MSG would appear on the emperor's table.

The night watchman folded the newspaper and letter, handed them back to the butler, and asked him to take them to the old priest for review.

So the butler put away the letter, turned around and walked away step by step. When he reached the edge of the cape, he lowered his head and looked at his trouser knees, but did not find a trace of mud.

That afternoon, Lin Bo completed two [Sea Spirit Altar] challenges, both yielding random affixes. By then, his True Name Mage class experience accumulated had reached (45045/61500), and his Disaster Coin balance had exceeded 15000. He watered the mushroom garden.

Soon, the cries of flocks of seagulls drifted into my ears on the wind, becoming clearer and louder.

He walked to the entrance of the cave and saw a flock of birds flying in from the sky, like clouds gathering in the distance, landing on the reefs near the sea, circling low in the sky, sending out warm greetings to the long-lost lighthouse keeper.

"(Magic words) Long time no see." Lin Bo greeted with a smile.

Chapter 112 Seagull Hegemony, Peregrine Falcon's True Name

The returning flock of seagulls were filled with joy at their great victory. Even though their feathers had fallen off due to the changing seasons, their loud cries boasted to the wizard about their bravery and strength.

Lin Bo talked to them with a smile, and by the way, he used the skills in the "Beast King Ranger Manual" to train the seagulls again.

He learned that the seagulls beat up all the birds in the colony, driving some away and allowing others to stay.

The raptors were alone and could not defeat so many strong seagulls. The other flocks of birds were not as powerful as the seagulls that had undergone militarized training. It was like a group of guerrillas encountering a regular army. After a few rounds of charge, they would be defeated.

This time they returned with great victory and did not forget to bring gifts to the mage.

Lin Bo saw two seagulls holding a dilapidated bird's nest, and in the nest there were three bird eggs slightly smaller than chicken eggs, with fine red spots on the yellowish-brown eggshells.

Most birds breed in the spring, when food sources increase and temperatures warm. Autumn egg laying is relatively rare. Lin Bo inquired and learned that these were peregrine falcon eggs. Peregrine falcons typically lay eggs in the fall only after a failed spring breeding season.

"Gah!"

The seagull told the story of the bird's eggs.

The continuous chirping might sound noisy to others, with the meaning of the pitch changes indistinguishable. But the mage listened in silence, immersed in the memories woven by the birdsong.

These bird eggs come from a pair of evil peregrine falcon couples, who always rely on their extremely fast flying speed to cause harm everywhere and often prey on small and thin young seagulls.

The Fungus-speaking Seagulls cannot catch up with the Peregrine Falcon, but they have extraordinary fighting wisdom, as if they have the same idea. Once a decision is made, every member will give all their courage without any hesitation.

The gulls closely monitored the peregrine falcons' tracks, found their nests on the cliffs, and then ruthlessly attacked the female bird guarding the eggs, taking away the eggs. This angered the pair of vicious birds, lured them into the gulls' encirclement, defeated them in one fell swoop, and completely eliminated them from the sky.

The flying bird feathers and blood beads, along with the peregrine falcon's past evil deeds, fell to the ground and were buried in the soft marsh grass.

Lin Bo did not expect the battle among the birds to be so fierce.

In the past few days and nights, frequent battles have caused a reduction in the number of Fungus-speaking Seagulls. As a result, this group of white birds has become the rulers of the sky in their habitat. Without natural enemies, they can enjoy all the food at their disposal, and the offspring of the group can grow up safely.

The little king brought some common seagulls that had not received the mycelium to make up the difference in the sacrifices.

Lin Bo performed transplant surgery on the seven seagulls and witnessed the flock of birds carrying the remains of their dead companions to the fungal mat and returning to the embrace of the White Swamp.

To the fungal blanket, the dead seagull is no longer a friend of the mushrooms. The corpse is just a mass of biomass that will quickly decompose and be digested.

The transformed seagulls stand on the fungal carpet, connect with the mycelium, and replenish the necessary biomass. The injuries they suffered in battle are also healed with the help of the mushrooms. They become more energetic and more confident because of their victory.

The little seagull gave a passionate speech.

Lin Bo did not listen to the little guy preaching about the greatness of the fungal blanket, but instead observed the peregrine falcon egg in his hand.

Peregrine falcons never build nests; they simply lay their eggs on rocks. The seagulls were considerate enough to return the eggs in an empty nest, without holding them in their claws, which would have otherwise broken them.

Lin Bo lightly touched the eggshell and could feel the rhythm of the young life underneath the shell. The three bird eggs were all healthy and would hatch soon. It would take a few hours, or at most half a day, for the cubs to break out of the shell.

After properly placing the bird eggs, Lin Bo opened the [Mechanical Factory] map and moved a pile of steel out.

Today's construction project is to build a small house to house a generator.

Lin Bo did not plan to use the whale oil generator. There were many more affordable options on the trading platform of Zongwang.

On the Duolian Duoyi platform, a small cold nuclear fusion battery costs 2077 disaster coins, and the matching transformer is sold together for 2377 disaster coins. Under ideal circumstances, it can provide sustainable energy for years, and almost no ionizing radiation is released, with no risk of polluting the environment.

The output power of a nuclear battery fully meets his current production and living needs.

Now a wealthy man, Lin Bo planned to buy two nuclear power plants, one in the cave and one in the alchemy workshop. This would allow the whale oil generator on the third floor of the lighthouse to be retired.

He was planning to redesign and improve the rotating mechanism of the Fresnel lens. On the one hand, this would reduce the space occupied by the old equipment, making the third floor more spacious, and on the other hand, it would test his research results in the field of mechanics.

Once the lighthouse is connected to an electronic system, the computer will automatically turn on the light at sunset and off at sunrise, making the need for an operator virtually nonexistent. The night watchman's job will be much easier.

The sea-blue trade channel is opened.

[Agilent]: Thank you for your patronage. Thank you for your patronage. Where did you make your fortune? You are getting richer and richer.

This customer, who had always made small purchases, suddenly spent nearly 5,000 disaster coins. Just by looking at the information, Lin Bo could feel Agilent's happiness.

He chatted casually with the trader, said goodbye and exited the chat interface.

The nuclear-powered transformer is large in size and weighs two tons. It looks like a bench with a backrest. It is made of alloy and is sprayed with a fine coating material on the surface, giving it a creamy blue color.

The cold fusion battery itself is only the size of a fist, a brown-yellow metal cylinder with a socket on one end and a handle on the other. Insert it into the groove of the transformer and turn it clockwise to release energy.

Lin Bo held the heavy nuclear battery in his hands. Through the warm metal shell, he saw nuclear material undergoing a stable fusion reaction. The strong light it emitted was blocked, not a single ray of light could penetrate.

With the help of the tactile endoscopy method, the metal shell whispered to the mage how it was forged and how it resisted the dazzling light. The nuclear material inside also told him how it was transformed and turned matter into light.

Everything about nuclear batteries talks about "light", but light itself is too light. Even though the sunlight once burned Lin Bo's skin with its heat, he still remained deeply silent and did not utter a single word.

There is no true name for "light" in Gu'dorei, nor in Animist languages. This proves it is something greater.

However, there are nouns referring to light in both Gu'dorei and Animist, such as "glory", "brightness", etc. By speaking these words, Lin Bo can use spells to create magical light.

If you inscribe the Radiance Rune onto an object, such as crystal or glass, you can create an enchanted light bulb that doesn't require electricity. The light bulb will continue to glow until the rune's power destroys the carrier, which is quite convenient.

Unfortunately, although Lin Bo knew the meaning and pronunciation of "Glorious", he did not know the shape of the rune.

His magical linguistics was still limited to being able to speak and read, but not write. The threshold for learning magical languages ​​was disaster coins, a large amount of disaster coins. Lin Bo's savings were like a bowl of water, but the hole he needed to fill was a dry seabed.

Perhaps it is time to start studying alien languages ​​and look for clues to the runes of power in the texts left behind by the numerous extraordinary races in the multiverse.

Purchasing an alien language is cheap, just a dozen or so Disaster Coins, and the runes hidden within it might number in the dozens, hundreds, or even thousands. However, the time required to study a language is hard to measure.

In response to this, Lin Bo could only sigh and wonder if he could squeeze out some more time in his schedule.

In the evening, the city workers who were returning from work were waiting to see the doctor at the lighthouse. During their chat, they told the night watchman that people had started to ask them about the treasure again, as if everyone in their Stone Tower Town knew about the secret treasure of the shipwreck.

"Those fools are coming to town to give away money again," someone said, and then there was laughter in the yard and the lighthouse.

The old townspeople frowned. "We can't let them pry around. And you young men, if outsiders ask about our town, keep your mouths shut. Got it?"

"Of course, we won't let anything out. We just have to keep a close eye on the children..." The young men agreed one after another.

"We need to find someone to guard the school and the lighthouse, and no outsiders are allowed to approach." The old people discussed in a low voice.