Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

Affected by the warm current along the coast, the temperature in Shita Town rarely drops below zero in winter, and there is often no snow for several years.

But the winter humidity was still murderously cold. The lighthouse's walls weren't particularly thick, so the insulation wasn't great. Old Tim had complained that away from the firepit, it felt like an ice cellar.

Lin Bo plans to take measures to keep the base warm before the cold wave moves south. Air conditioners can be installed in the lighthouse and alchemy workshop, and floor heating can be installed in the East Cliff Grottoes.

He recorded all these things one by one in the diary he carried with him. There was always a lot to do, so he had to take a look at the schedule in his small notebook from time to time to prevent some things that he didn't care about from being completely forgotten.

“Air conditioning, floor heating…”

After he quickly wrote down these things, he remembered that winter was approaching and he must not forget to put on more clothes.

Lin Bo's wardrobe consisted entirely of mechanic suits. Aside from a windbreaker and work shoes, which offered some warmth, the rest of his wardrobe wasn't very good. To navigate Stone Tower in winter, he needed at least a fleece sweater, long johns, and, ideally, a pair of warm fleece socks.

There are shops in the town that sell cloth, so Lin Bo plans to buy some cloth, which will not only make it convenient for him to make clothes, but also allow him to practice embroidery skills.

He planned to embroider enchanted runes on the blessed algae silk cloth, but he knew very little about this skill. He spent 1 disaster coin on the trading platform to buy a book "Introduction to Embroidery Art: 1000+ Needle Techniques", intending to learn and practice at the same time.

Lin Bo seldom comes to town, and it is usually the people of the town who come to the lighthouse to see him.

But I am very familiar with the streets and every house here. I have seen them soaked in the turbulent and manic rain during the hurricane not long ago.

At noon, Shita Town was practically asleep. The night fishermen were still asleep, the workers' houses were empty, and the streets were sparsely populated. The townspeople who were awake were mending fishing nets, drying fish, and doing some handicrafts in the yards.

After seeing Lin Bo, the women enthusiastically called him "night watchman", and he smiled and nodded in greeting; the old people put down their work and walked to the side of the road without saying a word, watching him come and watching him go away.

When he walked near the old street, he saw a group of unfamiliar faces wandering around the town, asking questions and asking people.

When they saw the lighthouse keeper, they thought he was an explorer from a foreign country and came up to say hello out of curiosity.

"Can foreign friends speak Kenin?"

Lin Bo smiled and nodded.

"I guess you're here looking for treasure too? The people here are so xenophobic. I told you I'm a reporter from the Jinbei Morning Post, but no one wants to be interviewed. Oh, these country bumpkins are so rude."

"I live here."

"Oh... your Kening language is really good." They gave Lin Bo a thumbs up.

Lin Bo chatted with these people and politely declined their request to hire him as a guide. The newspaper reporter still planned to pester them.

At this time, several young and strong men from Shita Town happened to pass by.

They all wore protective gear, and carried birch swords for practice and real swords for competition on their waists. Everyone was sweating, and their expressions were full of fierce enthusiasm.

At this time, these young and middle-aged men came over with gloomy faces and scared away the group of outsiders who were harassing the night watchmen.

The leader was Scarface, who nodded at Lin Bo, seeming to want to say something but holding back. Most of the men around him smiled and greeted him, but two of them, with piercing eyes, bowed their heads in silence.

Lin Bo thanked them. Scarface waved his hand uncomfortably, seemed to be hesitant to speak again, and soon took his men away.

There are no cloth shops or clothing stores in Shita Town, and cloth is only sold in grocery stores.

Lin Bo picked out a piece of plain cashmere and a few bundles of colorful wool. He took out the imperial copper coins from his pocket. The lighthouse keeper's salary had already been paid, and he didn't use the medical fees left by the townspeople.

The female owner of the grocery store smiled and gave him a discount as a favor to the doctor.

In the afternoon, Lin Bo logged into the chat interface of Zongwang.

The atmosphere in the team channel was not as lively as usual.

[Yao]: Me too. I have to say goodbye to everyone. Oh, so sad.

[Senior Pastor]: Are you reluctant to leave your Master Brother?

[Yao]: (Smiling and crying) (Smiling and crying)

Lin Bo flipped through the chat history and found that the first person to propose leaving the team was the bard, followed by the dwarf cavalry and the warlock.

They were all busy conquering higher-level dungeons, and their professional levels had already exceeded the upper limit of the [Sea Spirit Altar]. Without the disaster coins and experience points, they had to make a choice.

The teammates said goodbye to each other in the channel, and it is hard to say whether there will be a chance to meet again in the future.

[Hate the Rainy Season]: If we can meet again, I hope it will be in a sunny dungeon. No matter day or night, my piano and songs are all sung for my friends.

[Holy Light]: Please don’t say such cheesy things (crying) If you want to leave, just leave. We are recruiting people on the public screen.

Lin Bo said nothing and thought nothing. He just watched the channel and watched his three teammates say goodbye to everyone.

[Yao]: Goodbye, Holy Warrior

[Barrier]: Goodbye, and best wishes.

[Yao]: Goodbye, Pastor Sister Cat

[Holy Light]: (crying)

[Yao]: Goodbye handsome druid

[I really want to eat meat]: Goodbye, take care

[Yao]: Goodbye, Master Brother. I will always miss you... Did you see that?

[Lighthouse Guest]: I see

First the warlocks, then the bards and dwarven cavalry.

[Hate the rainy season]: Master brother, in the words of my hometown, I wish you can walk in the warm spring

[Booze Expert]: I hate saying these things, my heart is made of stone. Well, I wish you all the best.

[Network Tips: Player "Yao" has exited the current team channel]

【Comprehensive Network Tips: ……】

Chapter 115: Warm and Hospitable Stone Tower Town

Three teammates left one after another, and the channel fell silent for a moment. Then everyone discussed going to the public channel to recruit people to fill the quota.

Lin Bo received private messages from warlocks, dwarves and bards again.

Farewells in private are always lighter and more silent. Lin Bo and the others agreed that if they were to meet again in the future, they would run maps together again. They should keep in touch and let each other know if they had any difficulties or needs, and help each other.

The dwarf was very serious. He was the most forthcoming when saying goodbye in the team channel, but he was the one who talked the most in private chats.

Not only did he say goodbye, he also took the initiative to chat about dwarven topics such as forging, construction, mineral processing, and wine.

Lin Bo rarely discusses personal matters, whether personal or private. He maintains a clear distinction between online and offline life. However, many of his teammates are different. They treat the online community as their own, proactively sharing their daily experiences and worries.

He chatted with the dwarf about his daily forging, construction, and alchemy, which were his life.

The dwarf finally had enough to talk, and he asked Limbo to open a trade route.

Then he was given a large barrel of strong liquor and a stack of precious brewing recipes, which recorded hundreds of dwarven drinks.

[Drinking Expert]: Just drink it. I'll give you more when you're done. I can't let a dwarf friend be without a drink. I really want to invite you to the great hall of our tribe. I will definitely treat you to three days and three nights of drinking.

[Lighthouse Guest]: Good (happy)

Lin Bo patted the sturdy oak barrel, and the rippling wine whispered in his ears, telling the story of how grains from the other world fermented, the sweat of the dwarf winemakers, and the laughter wafting from the hall in the belly of the mountain.

A message popped up on the website that a new member had joined the team.

Nowadays, players in the [Sea Spirit Altar] dungeon are trying to challenge the ten-person difficulty, but the success rate is not high.

The only team that can consistently clear dungeons is this veteran team they formed, and the affix guides they produced have proven their strength in the channel.

So when they announced they were recruiting, online players signed up eagerly.

The three new players joining the team are a warrior, a monk, and a warlock.

Everyone greeted each other, introduced themselves again to their professional levels and tactical positioning, and then started today's map run.

Lin Bo packed up his equipment and stepped into the portal.

On a rainy night, the area where the players gathered was brightly lit. A three-eyed skull, lantern in hand, emerged from the deep purple vortex of space and time. The three new members were already shaking hands and greeting their old teammates.

[Splitting Stone]: I heard you have a superstar? Where is he?

The excited heavy-armored warrior smiled at everyone he met. He was very happy to be recruited into the team.

[Barrier]: Look behind you.

The soldier turned his head and saw a cold three-eyed skull mask, which frightened him and made him cry out in surprise. His old teammates who were watching the excitement smiled and said, "As expected."

Lin Bo sighed helplessly.

[Lighthouse Visitor]: It seems that next time I have to take off my mask before coming in

[The nimble monkey on the tree]: Come to think of it, it seems like none of us have ever seen the face of the wizard brother?

[Holy Light]: That’s right! Take off the mask quickly!

[Lighthouse Guest]: Maybe next time

Pastor Cat curled her lips, looking unhappy, and said that she might be the one to leave the team next time.

At this point, the team chat fell silent for a moment. It was the Paladin who took the initiative to boost morale and begin today's map run.

After completing the two daily challenge opportunities, everyone left through the teleportation channel. The new teammates ran to the public screen and cheered.

[Splitting Stone]: Brothers, let's get on the trailer! Do you understand what I mean? It's worthy of being the strongest team in the channel. It's too fierce. Every teammate is so strong, and the big brother is even more... I don't know how to say it.

[Fist of the Heart]: I finally got my first affix treasure chest in my life (happy) (happy)

Old players who had been lurking in the channel were suddenly brought out, expressing their envy and wishing they could be among the players who were leading the charge. Newcomers who had just joined were asking who the top player was.

Lin Bo worked in the East Cliff Grottoes while checking the public screen. He had a feeling he would meet many new friends. People in his team kept coming and going, but until he found a higher-level dungeon, they would stay, like a reef.

After laying the circuit in the cave, it would be late even if we completed today's construction plan.

In the evening, some foreign explorers and reporters wanted to enter the lighthouse, but they were stopped by local men armed with swords and forcibly driven away from the cape.

The reporter from Jinbei Daily and his assistant were whispering.

After a full day of wandering, they all felt that this town was unusual. Whether it was the legend of the treasure shrouding it or the xenophobic residents, everything seemed like a mystery. Even more strange was that the painting of the Five Gods in the church showed an old man at the head.

When reporters asked local priests why the Holy Father was not placed first, they explained that it was a local tradition, which is totally unreasonable.

What are they guarding against when they are so cautious?

The reporter intended to stay and find out what was going on, but almost no townspeople were willing to provide accommodation, even for a higher price. Finally, as the sky darkened, they finally found shelter at the home of a widow on the edge of town. However, the widow's neighbors came over to warn them not to trespass.

Since the locals had said so, the reporter and his assistant were bound to rush in. Journalists need to be rebellious, to play devil's advocate, and even to do bad things.

After dark, they sneaked out through the window.