Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

The fungal mat simulates the different flavors produced by different plants, which can be used to produce a variety of flavors of the same product. In the future, a new product can be released to the market at regular intervals.

The workshop assembly line has to complete the processes of cleaning, preparation, packaging, disinfection, etc. Behind this ordinary handicraft, there are technologies from multiple disciplines, which is also an opportunity for him to learn through practice.

In order to achieve automation, you also need to master some programming skills.

After acquiring the new feature Fanyu Jinzhi, Lin Bo was able to fully understand computer language and read the code smoothly without any notes, which greatly facilitated his learning.

From building the assembly line to debugging the production process, and then having mechanical guards oversee the entire process, Lin Bo estimated that it would take him about a week to completely complete the MSG workshop.

Chapter 127: Sneaky Rumors, Asuka's Visit

Lin Bo spent the entire morning intensively building the assembly line. He drank six bottles of potion and triggered the skill judgment of the Mantra Controlling Technique seven times.

His proficiency in the Art of Life Control has now accumulated to over three quarters. He estimated that he would be able to reach level 2 before the MSG workshop was completed.

It was almost noon and I finally had some free time. Just as I was about to meditate to relieve my fatigue, the little seagull whispered in my ear again, begging Lin Bo to implant the second generation of mycelium into him.

The first transformed seagull has become increasingly accustomed to the enhanced reflexes brought about by the new surgery, its movements have become increasingly agile, and it has a clear gap with its peers, and every move it makes is a show of showing off.

The little king was so envious that he didn't forget to return to the lighthouse to feed the three peregrine falcon cubs. After feeding them, he immediately returned to the cave and watched Lin Bo busy with the construction.

After waiting for a long time for the night watchman to be free, he quickly rubbed his face and begged, as if he would burst into tears in front of Lin Bo if he disagreed.

After clearing the Alchemy Circus, the metal mycelium had been depleted and the stock was running low. Lin Bo checked the mycelium's growth in the incubator. After a morning of growth, it had recovered slightly.

He then took the opportunity to perform the implant surgery on the little seagull as well.

The metal neurons are living things, tightly integrated with biological cells, and can grow along with the development of the little seagull.

After the operation was completed, the little king returned to the lighthouse with great pride and satisfaction to show off to the three chicks.

The other seagulls were envious, and their transformation would require a few more days.

In the afternoon, Lin Bo led the team to run the map [Sea Spirit Altar].

As the only veteran left in the team, other teammates respect his decisions very much and basically give up independent thinking, and do whatever the mage tells them to do.

The two new teammates who replaced the Paladin and the Cat Priest had doubts at first, but they soon put aside the tactical thinking and focused their energy on killing monsters.

After receiving the level penalty, there is no experience point income from clearing the dungeon, only some disaster coins will be dropped from the affix treasure chest.

After running through the map twice, I dropped a piece of purple equipment, a "War Cry" skill book, and a knowledge fragment "Glorious Sacrifice Ritual". My luck is pretty good.

Each copy usually only produces one kind of knowledge fragment. The "Glorious Sacrifice and Dedication Ceremony" has no use value to Lin Bo, but it can be exchanged for other fragments. The "Smell the Fragrance and Know the Marrow" chapter, whose proficiency is accumulating rapidly, will soon be useful.

Among all the skills now, the one with the slowest progress is the Sky Toad Gazing at the Moon Technique. If one wants to improve the proficiency of this skill, one needs to use potions to apply to the eyeballs, but he has never purchased any eye drops.

In the past, he was short of money and couldn't afford it. But now, with his basic alchemy skills and improved medical skills, Lin Bo is able to make qualified medicines himself.

At least you don't have to spend extra money before the Tianchan Gazing at the Moon Technique is upgraded to Lv3. If you need more effective eye drops in the future, you can find a way to adjust the formula or purchase the finished product directly on the platform to save time and worry.

at dusk.

The lighthouse had fewer visitors than usual, with many people visiting the docks to see the construction crew. Therefore, only those truly unwell and in need of medical attention visited the headland. This, in turn, reduced the chances of him triggering his True Words Illusion skill check.

Before sunset, Viren Pearl returned from visiting Duke Ancher in Jinbei City.

He was still exhausted, but his expression was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad.

Lin Bo saw off the last visitor, asked him to sit at the table, and asked about his trip.

Viren first stated his conclusion. After tasting the mushroom MSG, Duke Ancher became very, very interested in this business, and according to Viscount Pearl's description, his "eyes lit up."

But the Duke never agreed to trade his collection of Poseidon relics, preferring to invest in shares or use other precious collections as substitutes.

Wei Lun, mindful of the Miracle Walker's terms, repeatedly insisted on exchanging his relics for shares, but the Duke refused to budge. The two sides remained deadlocked, and no consensus was reached until the end.

Hearing this, Lin Bo asked Willen Pearl what kind of person this duke was.

"He's a guy who's been paralyzed for most of his life." Weiren gestured at his chest. "From the neck down, he can't move at all. He's in a wheelchair. His wife died many years ago. He has two sons and a daughter, the oldest is no more than twenty years old. But from what I've seen, the family relationships are very unhappy."

He paused and added, "The Duke is a man who sighs often and unconsciously."

"What is his lifestyle like?"

"It's simple. He has only a stout maid to look after him. None of the servants in the house seem to be afraid of him. When I chat with him, I find that the Duke has a wide range of experience. His views on the literary world are unique and insightful, which always leave me speechless."

Lin Bo nodded, "What else have you heard?"

Wei Lun mentioned a piece of gossip about the Duke's Mansion. "Many people in that mansion have experienced auditory hallucinations at night. It's said to be caused by ghosts."

"Tell me about the exterior of the Duke's Mansion." He was very interested. "And where in Jinbei City is this mansion located?"

After Viscount Pearl carefully described the address of the Duke's Mansion, he suddenly realized something. His heart began to beat fast, and he asked softly, "Miracle, are you planning to meet him in person? I'm always available to accompany you."

"The transportation is too slow, Viren Pearl. You can go back and come back tomorrow." Lin Bo took out the Mage's Face and put it on his face.

Amidst a hoarse gust of wind, and under the trembling gaze of Viscount Pearl, his body began to shrink, his clothes turned into feathers, and he soon transformed into a peregrine falcon. His posture was full of wildness, but his eyes were still gentle and calm. There was a white spot on his forehead, like a third eye.

Peregrine Falcon stood on the ground and nodded slightly to Viscount Pearl. He immediately stood up from the table, knelt in front of Peregrine Falcon, and whispered the name of the miracle.

The bird flapped its wings and flew out of the open door, then disappeared in the pale purple sky with the dim sunset.

Jinbei City.

The peregrine falcon overlooks the street. The whale oil cars and horse-drawn carriages passing by seem like two different eras passing by. Pedestrians buying food hold paper bags. Regardless of gender, age or status, everyone likes to wear a hat when going out.

Brick and stone apartment buildings clustered together, each gleaming with the glow of incandescent lamps. Lamplighters, holding tall poles, walked along the street, lighting up the glass-covered oil lamps one by one.

The Duke's mansion was located in a wealthy and prosperous neighborhood. The invited guests drove their carriages into the manor and crowded onto the lawn. Young men and women emerged from the carriages, and the banquet in the main hall of the mansion was lively and hearty.

Duke Ancher was alone in his second-floor study, a thick volume of serious literature resting on a stand before him. Under the gentle glow of an electric light, he wore reading glasses and held a wooden stick in his mouth, using it to turn the pages.

He could clearly hear the bustle downstairs, but it had nothing to do with him. These guests were invited by his two sons, and he had agreed to the young people's gathering and entertainment.

The study window was open, and the fresh air could relieve the mental stress caused by paralysis and allow him to breathe smoothly.

A peregrine falcon landed in front of the window at some point and stared at the person in the wheelchair.

"Cough—cough—" Duke Anche accidentally choked on some saliva and tried hard to hold back his cough, but he still spat out the wooden pole in his mouth.

Now he couldn't turn the pages of the book, so he called the servants twice, but no one came in, probably because they were all busy with the banquet.

Duke Anche stared at the pages he had already read, imagining how he would write the rest of the content.

The autumn wind suddenly intensified, the lights were bright, and the shadows cast on the wall slowly deformed.

A hand reached out from behind him and turned the page for him.

Chapter 128 Miracle Transaction, Palm Print News

Duke Ancher watched as a hand reached out from the corner of his eye and gently turned the pages of the book in front of him. Then the hand retreated and disappeared beside his ear.

Realizing that someone had broken in through the window, he held his breath for a moment.

The laughter from the banquet was still rumbling through the floorboards in my ears, and I could imagine the scene of clinking glasses downstairs.

But the study was extremely quiet. The crackling sound of the curtains being blown by the wind could be heard clearly, and the slight heat from the incandescent bulb shining on the cheeks could also be clearly heard.

Kechen Ancher listened to his own rapidly pounding heartbeat and wondered who the person behind him was. A thief? An assassin? A ghost?

A thief shouldn't do such a complicated thing. The assassin knew he had to race against time, lest the servants come in to investigate and interrupt the murder.

So it's a ghost?

Kochen Ancher could hear a slight rustling behind him, a hollow, cold noise. Perhaps it was the breath of a dead soul.

After a while, the hand reached out again and turned a page for him.

Duke Ancher held back, he hadn't started reading yet.

Then, not long after, he turned the page as if no one was around.

"I haven't finished reading it yet." Duke Ancher couldn't help it.

The hoarse noise behind him became clearer, like laughter. Then he heard a tap on his shoulder and guessed that a hand was pressing down on his unconscious shoulder.

A hollow breath echoed, and Duke Ancher's vision shifted as he caught a glimpse of a familiar hand slowly rising from his lower right corner. The knuckles were bulging, veins were running, and a light scar marked the skin of his little finger. It was his hand.

The paralyzed hand, which had no feeling at all, was now as agile as a normal person's. It moved leisurely through the air, stretched out its fingers, touched the paper, and turned two pages forward.

This was the content he had not started reading yet. Duke Anche stared blankly at the words on the book, his eyes reading and scanning line by line, but there was no impression in his mind. All his thinking activities were replaying the scenes he had just seen.

He swallowed hard, swallowing the saliva accumulated in his throat, and remained silent for a moment with his lips pursed.

The servant knocked on the door, and Duke Ancher habitually said, "Come in!"

Then, the doorknob turned, opening a crack, and he screamed in terror: "Don't come in! I'm fine, I'm reading!"

The servant hesitated for a moment, closed the door and left.

Duke Ancher gasped for breath, his lips trembling, and asked hesitantly, "Are you still there?"

no answer.

In my ears, the noise of the party continued, the sound of the wind blowing the curtains, the heat of the incandescent lamp, and the deep and hollow rustling noise behind me.

"You are still here! Phew, thank the five gods, thank the Holy Father! You haven't left yet." Kechen Ancher's eyes gradually turned red, clear snot began to drip from his nostrils, his neatly groomed beard became dirty, and his lips were covered with snot.

He raised his hands, which had been decadent for many years, fumbled in his pockets, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped his face.

Duke Ancher stared at the scene before him and exclaimed, "Miracle! This is a complete miracle!"

He choked up again and again, "...I'm not dreaming, I know this, this is my hand! A miracle has happened..."

The paralyzed body produced severe phantom pain under the intense emotional fluctuations. Duke Ancher could not move and could only blink his eyes with difficulty, like a machine on the verge of collapse and about to be destroyed.

"(Expletive) I command you to find peace."

The cool breath passed through my body, and the phantom pain felt by my brain suddenly subsided, which was more effective than the best painkiller.

His legs lifted up uncontrollably, dropped to the floor, and he slowly stood up, then walked step by step to the window.

Bathing in the night breeze, with the miraculous ghost behind me.

Now, Duke Ancher has finally calmed down and can think rationally.

After a while, he let out a long sigh and said, "It's so comfortable. It's been ages since I've stood by the window, feeling the breeze and looking at the moon and the night view of Jinbei City."

The person behind him spoke to him for the first time, and surprisingly, there was no hint of fear in his voice. "Kochen Anche, you have already met with Viren Pearl. He was sent by me to search for the relics of the Poseidon Cult. So, you already know why I am here."

Duke Ancher wanted to nod, but his cervical vertebrae succumbed to the wizard's words, and even if his muscles were pulled, he could not move the bones.

He felt like his bones were a guest hidden under his skin, with only his ribs rising and falling with his breathing, and the rest of him was silent and motionless.