Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

After the three of them finished speaking, the Ranger added in a relaxed tone that he would have to see them off as well.

[My dog ​​is hungry again]: Even the brightest weather will eventually turn dark. I don’t think this is the end of our friendship, but it is indeed time to part ways.

Everyone nodded. The druid took out a godberry, and each teammate took one and ate it. They continued to run through the map step by step until they defeated the boss monster, and then deep purple teleportation vortexes opened one by one.

Standing at the edge of the space-time channel, no one was in a hurry to leave.

The little worry on Pastor Cat's face suddenly disappeared.

[Holy Light]: New teammates are coming. I remember the mage said he wanted to take off his mask, right?

[The nimble monkey on the tree]: That's right! No, I suddenly don't want to leave the team anymore. White Coat, Dog Brother, Elf Brother, you guys go first!

Lin Bo shook his head helplessly.

[Lighthouse Operator]: How come you still remember this?

[The monkey on the tree]: Master, you don’t understand the curiosity of me and the cat.

The female pastor and the cat pastor were arm in arm, face to face, staring at Lin Bo with their sharp eyes.

[Lighthouse Guest]: What's there to be curious about?

Lin Bo casually took off his mask, looked around at everyone, then put it back on, returning to his three-eyed skull appearance.

The moonlit night in the dungeon is refreshing and bright, and the bloody sea breeze reveals the tranquility after the tension is relieved.

The paladin raised his eyebrows slightly, the ranger rubbed his chin, the warlock, monk, and warrior smiled at each other, the man in the white coat took off his glasses, wiped the water stains, and put them back on.

The female pastor looked serious and nodded thoughtfully. The cat pastor put his paws in front of his mouth and played some flowers with his fingers flexibly.

After a while, the female pastor suddenly smiled.

[The nimble monkey on the tree]: No regrets now, let’s go.

[Barrier]: See you later.

[Lighthouse Guest]: Goodbye

[Network Tip: Player "Agile Monkey on the Tree" has exited the current team channel]

【Comprehensive Network Tips...】

Old players leave the dungeon channel every day. Once they log off, they may never log in again. Similarly, new players join every day.

Over the past week, several nicknames that were frequently active in the channel have disappeared. When newcomers see the recruitment information sent out by the Paladin [Barrier], they will ask what the ten-person difficulty is all about.

While signing up, veteran players would talk about the recent craze for ten-man group challenges spearheaded by the monk. Most teams were beaten badly by the affix dungeons, but the team the paladin belonged to was the only powerful combination in the channel that could consistently clear the ten-man difficulty level.

Lin Bo does not participate in the team's recruitment, but he is always on the chat screen, welcoming new members with everyone when they join the team.

In the afternoon, he spent some time building a semi-open warehouse in the front to store various sundries taken out from the copy. The warehouse was attached to the stone wall and was actually just a rain shelter with ventilation on three sides.

He then installed floor heating in the front section, purchasing a large quantity of low-temperature heating cables from a trading platform. The mage opened his mouth, letting the solidifying concrete swallow the coiled cables, and then added a temperature control system, and the job was done.

With floor heating, we just need to seal the cave entrance and we can have a warm winter in the cave.

After completing the construction goal, Lin Bo spent the remaining few hours practicing the Mantra Control Technique for a while, and then performed surgery on the corpse of the alchemical beast, which not only helped him practice his medical skills, but also replenished nutrients to the fungal blanket.

As he continued to fill the courtyard with soil, the space available for the mycelium to move around grew larger and larger, and its total mass also increased dramatically. The Fungus-Speaking Seagulls provided daily food for the mushrooms, and the fish in the shallow waters near the grotto became much sparser.

But in fact, the fungal mat doesn't need to consume so much food. The organic matter in the nutrient soil and water are enough for them to maintain their growth. Lin Bo asked the seagulls to spend less time fishing.

When we returned to the lighthouse, Furman, a reporter from the Jinbei Daily, came again, not alone, but with his wife and two children.

In the eyes of neighbors and colleagues, the reporter was undoubtedly crazy. He actually resigned from his job, gave up his decent job at the newspaper, and took his family to settle in the poor and backward Shita Town.

His wife and children also did not understand the decision and felt uneasy about coming to the country.

A carriage brought the reporter's belongings to Stone Tower, including his clothes and a valuable typewriter. He temporarily stored all these things in the church and then headed straight for the lighthouse with his wife and children.

The wife nervously held her children's wrists, she felt that her husband seemed like a different person. The townspeople gathered at the lighthouse have been asking about their story.

The reporter told everyone everything he knew and announced to the crowd that he would set up a newspaper in Shita Town so that everyone would have a local newspaper to read. Anyone was welcome to contribute, which sparked heated discussion.

A clear bell rang from the lighthouse.

"Next!" shouted the children who were in charge of passing the microphone.

The reporter entered the house with his wife and children. When he saw the night watchman behind the desk, the smile on his face turned into nervousness, while the anxiety on his wife's face turned into a smile.

"Fuman." Lin Bo nodded at him, "Welcome to Stone Tower Town. Do what you can. If you need help, go to the priest or the mayor. If you need help, come to the lighthouse."

The mayor himself also came to the lighthouse, he and the viscount's steward visited. He followed the old priest's instructions to arrange accommodation for the new believers, and settled down in Stone Tower Town early.

The Viscount's steward brought the letter.

Lin Bo opened the letter and read it. Willen Pearl detailed his experiences over the past few days. He had indeed presented the mushroom MSG to the emperor as a gift, but he had never witnessed the emperor tasting it. The claim that the delicious powder had appeared on the imperial table was just popular speculation.

Fortunately, whether the emperor himself has tasted it or not, it does not prevent mushroom MSG from becoming popular among the Hongdu aristocratic circle.

Viscount Pearl was about to return to Stone Tower Town when he received a letter from the old priest, hoping that he would inquire about the news of the Poseidon relics.

So in the letter to the Night Watchman, he introduced an antique collector, Duke Anche, who lived in Jinbei City and was also the governor of Baishi Island.

Viscount Pearl said that he would visit Duke Ancher immediately after returning from Hongdu.

After reading the letter, Lin Bo handed it back to the butler, then looked at the reporter who was talking to the mayor and asked who this Duke Anche was.

"He is a patient." The reporter's wife answered quickly.

The reporter held his wife close and added, "Everyone in Kimbe knows that Governor Shiraishima has been paralyzed for years. He can only move his head. He can talk and eat, but not his body."

Lin Bo nodded, said nothing more, and shook his wrist gently, and the baboon beside him shook the iron bell.

"Next!" the child standing by the lighthouse door called out.

The reporter took his wife and children and left the house with the mayor and the housekeeper.

The wife whispered to her husband, who was the foreigner in the lighthouse and why did everyone respect him so much?

"You are not old enough to know the answer yet, dear, but you must remember that we did not drift here from Jinbei, but we are lucky enough to live here."

"I don't see what's so good about this place," the wife said, lowering her voice so the mayor, who was walking ahead, wouldn't hear. "It's poor and shabby. Well, except for the night watchman, he's different from anyone I've ever met."

The reporter laughed. "Don't say such things to make me jealous. I'm not jealous of him. Oh, and there are a lot of seagulls in this town, but you must not hurt them."

"I'm not that interested. I just hope they don't come and steal my food."

The mayor, walking ahead, said without turning his head, "No. Our seagulls are different."

The wife awkwardly adjusted her hair and turned to look at the lighthouse. A few white birds sat on the black tiles atop the tall tower, basking in the warm glow of the setting sun, overlooking the crowds of people coming and going on the cape.

Chapter 119 Embroidered Talisman

into the night.

Lin Bo heard that Shita Town had established a local construction team, the site for the food factory had been determined, and the groundbreaking ceremony would be held tomorrow morning.

The architectural design was drawn by a veteran carpenter from Shita Town. The first factory was no more than a small workshop, so a village craftsman could design it. The only concern was confidentiality; walls and security were essential.

Many townspeople are preparing for the groundbreaking ceremony. In order to commemorate the first factory in Shita Town, each household has begun preparing celebratory gifts.

Lin Bo was still thinking about making banners. Taking advantage of his spare time, he took out some white woolen cloth to practice embroidery, and also made some warm clothes for the winter.

Fix and tighten the plain cloth with a circle of iron hoops, rub an iron needle, thread a piece of thin rope and start embroidering.

Lin Bo whispered the true name of Steel and controlled the embroidery needle to move up and down.

When performing the same flow control technique, the difference between needle movement and brush movement is quite obvious. Brush movement emphasizes pauses and pauses, while needle movement only requires continuous reciprocating movements.

The needle comes out from the bottom of the fabric, moves a distance on the top, and then pierces again. This cycle is the simplest and most common needlework method.

He controlled the force flowing through the needle, drawing a circle perpendicular to the fabric. The diameter of the circle remained on the fabric, forming a stitch. Moving the circles horizontally formed tightly arranged stitches.

The iron needle continued to accelerate under the circular flow of force, and gradually, it even ran faster than a sewing machine.

The light iron needles kept spinning, tearing the air around them and making short, sharp whooshing sounds, like the chirping of birds.

Suddenly, the tight and tough woolen cloth was cut into a long and narrow hole by the high-speed moving needle tip.

After hearing the tearing sound, Lin Bo hurriedly stopped sewing and gently stroked the scars on the fabric.

He had never pushed a force so long before. If he needed to increase the power of the iron balls in a dungeon battle, he could simply fire the balls with the electromagnetic rifle.

Acceleration and time equal high speed, and high speed plus mass equals lethality.

Lin Bo seemed to see the way forward. Level 2 Flow Control Technique could push the force, causing things to continue to accelerate until he could no longer control the violent force.

This is a viable path.

Putting away the torn white cloth and his previous insights, Lin Bo still remembered the business and tore off another piece of cloth to practice needlework.

These cloths were the raw materials for his homemade winter sweaters, and the embroidery patterns left behind had to be worn on himself, so Lin Bo was very restrained in his work. He did not embroider any flowers or plants, but only some geometric patterns and character strokes.

He practiced in between reading, and by the second half of the night, he had become familiar with several common needle techniques and could use them to embroider enchanted runes.

Taking a piece of blessed algae silk cloth as the base, Lin Bo also needs to select silk thread that can carry the power rune.

The affix treasure chest dropped a lot of extraordinary materials, but none of them were suitable for silk thread.

He could use gold as thread, but embroidering construction slogans and banners with gold thread seemed a bit extravagant and ostentatious.

So I had to cut a piece of blessed algae silk cloth and plan to unravel it into thread. In a sense, it is also a kind of original soup into original food.

The algae silk cloth was dense, and unraveling the warp and weft was laborious. Working with his bare hands would likely take hours to create a single ball of thread. He had to use the Power Word to increase efficiency, or else his studies would be delayed.

Lin Bo still doesn't know the true name of this magic wire, but he knows how to find out its true name. It can be said that he knows a good way to find out the true name of all such soft silk threads. The answer is making violins.

The vibration of the strings causes the cavity of the instrument body to resonate, and the sound of the instrument body material will inevitably drown out the sound of the silk thread itself.

Whether it is piano, guqin, or even violin, guitar, pipa, horse-head fiddle, or erhu may also be OK. The common feature of them is that Lin Bo cannot play any of them.

It didn't matter whether he could or not, as long as Iron Guard could learn it, even if it was just a casual play so that he could find out his true name. There were no requirements for skill.

Among the materials dropped from the affix treasure chest, there was a piece of "unknown submerged wood" of blue quality, which he used to make a violin.

Lin Bo went to the third floor and took out the wood. The thick, black wood was as tall as a man and as thick as a man's arms.

Under the lamp, the surface of the sunken wood emits a cold silver light like gold and iron. Touch it lightly with your hand, feel the hard and dense material, and listen to its whispering animistic language.

Place the wood on the saw table, start the machine, and the saw disc will rotate at high speed, making a sharp buzzing sound.

This saw blade is made of gray steel and is specially used to deal with magical materials. Lin Bo really doesn't want to put the materials in his mouth and taste them every time.

Iron Guard One usually stayed on the third floor, taking over the cutting work. Lin Bo could sit peacefully by the side, using the endoscopic method to feel the whispers of the waterwood.