Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

"You want that holy relic. I can give it to you. I only ask one thing—heal me. Even if it's just to let me feel my hands and feet. I can't stand this body that feels as empty and cold as a snake's slough."

A long silence answered him.

Duke Ancher asked in a trembling voice, "Even you can't do it? Then I have another request...Take me to the bedroom. There is a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table. The banquet downstairs is about to play the first dance of the Vivian Dance. I want to dance a goat's dance with those flowers. Is that okay?"

Lin Bo had never heard of the Gotiya, a traditional dance performed by the Windward Islands people for two people, characterized by nimble and light steps and gentle and intimate gestures.

He was considering which treatment option to choose.

The patient's physical condition has been fully understood through endoscopic palpation.

The spine below the cervical vertebra is broken, and the internal nerves undergo degenerative changes, just like a broken electric wire that has been exposed to wind and rain and has rusted, and is no longer usable.

If one wants to use the art of life control to reconnect neurons, the diseased part must be cut off first, but this will inevitably affect the subsequent recovery effect. Even if the patient can regain consciousness, his nerve function will still become weak in the future.

If the original strain were introduced, the damage could be easily repaired, but this would make Duke Anche dependent on the fungal blanket for replenishment. He would have to regularly replenish special nutrients, introduce new strains, or orally ingest the original strain's mycelium, otherwise he would become paralyzed again.

Lin Bo didn't want to create a human being bound by the fungal blanket. This would also be a troublesome problem for him.

The second-generation bacteria can also replace neurons. Lin Bo currently carries a bundle of metal neurons in his pocket as a test sample for long-term observation.

After a whole day, the metal neurons remained active. They told the mage that the nutrients they needed were a trace amount of water, a small amount of organic matter, and some electrical energy. They did not mention the need to return to the fungal mat for replenishment.

Lin Bo's original plan was to continue observing for a week to see whether these metal neurons really did not require special nutrients, so he did not intend to rashly apply it to clinical human treatment.

Duke Ancher is awaiting his sentencing.

The wizard raised his hand and pressed the Duke's neck.

"Do ghosts have body temperature?" Kechen Anche couldn't help but ask, "Sorry, I'm being rude, but I always thought ghosts were cold."

Lin Bo could understand the Duke's idea of ​​thinking he was a ghost, but he didn't care. He whispered a spell: "(Incantation) I command that no pain shall come upon you. Sleep, and have sweet dreams."

Duke Ancher fell into a state of paralysis, unable to speak, his cheeks and tongue were frozen, his mind gradually became silent, and he fell into sleep.

After confirming that the patient was unconscious, Lin Bo recited his real name and took out an iron ball from his ammunition bag.

"(Mantra) Neurons, Steel."

Repairing this diseased body was very challenging. He first inserted a sterilized, thin iron needle into the Duke's spine, cut out the diseased part, took it out from the bone gap, and brought it out of the body through the needle hole.

Next, he would use the art of life control to reconnect the severed cervical and thoracic nerves. He would perform extremely delicate operations within a small space, allowing the spinal cord nerve structures to mesh one by one. Finally, he would reshape the deformed spine.

Downstairs, dance music began to play in the ballroom. The Duke's son and his guests danced on the dance floor, servants moved about, and the kitchen bustled with activity. As the song drew to a close, the butler's footsteps clattered up the stairs, through the corridor, and to the study.

He knocked on the door.

no respond.

He knocked again, but there was still no response. So the butler pressed the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door open.

Everything was intact and peaceful in the study, the lights were still bright, the Duke was lying in a wheelchair with his eyes closed and sleeping, the night breeze blew, gently turning the pages of the book.

The butler carefully walked over and pushed the wheelchair, preparing to take the Duke back to the bedroom, but as soon as he approached, Kochen Ancher woke up.

He murmured, "It hurts so much... Miracle, let me dance Gotia again, please forgive me for being so greedy..."

Under the butler's horrified gaze, the Governor of Shiraishi Island, Duke Anche of Jinbei City, who had been paralyzed for more than ten years, actually raised his hands and placed them in front of his chest as if hugging a bouquet of flowers, leaned forward, and swayed slightly in his wheelchair.

The autumn wind is cold and lonely.

The Duke and the butler both woke up. He slowly clenched his fists, rubbed his palms together, then touched his legs, then gently lifted one foot and stepped on the floor, trying to stand up but failed due to muscle weakness.

The butler trembled and said, "Duke, are you well again?"

"Yes." The calmness of Kochen Anche's tone made the butler admire him very much. He was indeed a nobleman with excellent demeanor. He could remain calm even in such a situation.

Duke Ancher was indeed very calm. He looked around and didn't find the ghost. He murmured, "Miracle, my request was granted."

"I'll go and inform the people in the mansion right away." The butler's eyes turned red.

"No, wait a minute. I have to think about how to explain this to the kids. Oh, and see if there's any note or writing paper here. I think he might have left me a message... No? Then take me back to the bedroom and open the safe."

Kechen Ancher looked at the Poseidon Relic in the safe. It was not taken away by the miracle ghost, but the transaction was completed.

I must deliver this cargo to the other party.

"I'm going to visit Viscount Velen Pearl tomorrow. I'm going to find out where he lives."

Duke Ancher rubbed his palms in the light. His limbs, which had been without sensation for many years, were still a little numb. Perhaps his brain was unfamiliar with these nerve signals. Suddenly, he felt something strange on his right palm and raised his hand to take a look.

At some point, the palm prints were twisted into a line of text: "Kochen Ancher, come to the Stone Tower Town Church."

The Duke was stunned as he stared at the clear skin marks. He called to the butler and said strangely, "Forget about Viren Pearl. I have to go to another appointment. Prepare a car for me and find a gift box!"

In the western suburbs of Jinbei City, on the cape outside the town, the lighthouse is bright.

A peregrine falcon flew over the sea and flew lightly into the small window. In the light, it transformed into the appearance of a wizard. He slowly stretched his arms and legs, greeted the little seagull, and then sat down at the table, took a tincture, and pulled a book from the shelf to read and study.

The pen slid across the notebook paper, making a scratching sound, and the night was still long.

Chapter 129 The Duke's Gift, a Blurred Echo

Since reaching Lv6 and gaining the professional trait "Knowledge of All Common Languages", Lin Bo found that learning certain specific subjects was easier than before.

It's not just computer programming languages, it also includes mathematics. In the past, I couldn't even understand the questions in this advanced knowledge, but now I can read through the papers smoothly.

The equations, formulas, and images on the paper opened up to him, explaining the logical chain of their internal operations.

Being able to understand knowledge is undoubtedly a happy thing. Now, when Lin Bo reads these mathematical studies, he rarely frowns, and often even marvels or smiles at the brilliant solutions and unique ideas of some mathematicians.

Many people believe that mathematics is the language of nature and the truth of the universe.

However, Lin Bo did not master any ultimate secrets just because he could understand the language of mathematics.

The deeper he studied, the more he discovered the discrepancy between mathematical research and real life. He then realized that mathematics was just a set of rules, a logical system operating within a fixed framework.

For example, one plus one equals two. Although this is a setting derived from observed natural phenomena, once the rules of the game are established, they cannot be changed.

Children like to argue that one plus one equals three because a father and a mother together can produce a child, but this phenomenon has nothing to do with mathematics, just like the rules of Go cannot be applied to the game of chess.

Even if the parents together can give birth to 100,000 children, the rules of the game still stipulate that one plus one equals two. This is a death order and an iron law, and there is no room for negotiation.

When studying mathematics, Lin Bo also tried to separate it from reality, allowing mathematical rules to operate in a pure and clean spiritual dimension without adding any unnecessary impurities.

The growth and decay of all things in nature are meaningless to mathematics. Rhetorical devices such as metaphor, exaggeration, and personification are even more harmful to mathematics.

Applying mathematics to reality is the responsibility of other disciplines.

Lin Bo enjoyed the process of studying the language of mathematics, but it was unique and seemed endless. He always dug deeper and deeper, and it might be difficult to master it thoroughly like other languages.

Moreover, being able to understand mathematics does not mean that he can solve complex calculations and conjectures all at once.

It's like he has learned a new language and is doing reading comprehension in an exam. Even if he understands the intentions of the author and the test setter, he may still make mistakes. After all, he cannot read the reference answers directly from the text.

Fan Yu knew that making Lin Bo a good student could also help him become a real mathematician, but he still had to take every step along the way, it was just a matter of taking lighter steps - which was already good enough in Lin Bo's opinion.

He had never imagined that one day he would be able to study mathematics so happily and even have a smile on his face.

A night passed. As usual, I was busy studying, designing drawings, and deciphering runes. Even though my schedule was packed, I still felt like I didn't have enough time.

Lin Bo deciphered nineteen more words of power from the Moon Elf dictionary. Only two thousand words remained to be read, and there were probably only a few more runes to be mined. The entire dictionary contained fewer than forty secret words in total.

It's not that the elves only mastered these runes this month, but rather that these are the only magical runes hidden within everyday language. Each race has a separate inheritance for the truly complete language of power.

Anyway, alien languages ​​are very cheap. After deducting the cost of automatic translation from the comprehensive network, the average price of each language is around ten disaster coins. Lin Bo didn't feel bad at all about buying it.

Under the lighthouse, the furnace in the alchemy workshop was idle and no longer refined red rust loam.

The second generation of fungus has been successfully cultivated. In the future, we only need to feed the fungal blanket with various metal powders, whether ordinary metals or alchemical metals, as long as the mushroom teeth can tolerate them, they can provide the nutrients needed for growth.

So Lin Bo prepared to use the alchemy furnace to make some eye drops, just in time to improve his proficiency in the Tianchan Gazing at the Moon Technique.

He referred to the classical medical books sent by the witch and wrote an improved prescription. The main ingredient was "Moon Frost Extract", which he found backstage at the Crazy Dwarf Circus. It had the properties of clearing the liver and improving eyesight, and was very effective.

He spent 9 disaster coins to buy a 7.5-liter bottle of Moon Frost Extract in Ochi Magnificent Garden, which was enough for him to make hundreds of potions.

The remaining medicinal materials are all common stuff, which can be simulated with mushrooms. If the medicinal properties are insufficient because they are too young, add some whale oil. The magical substance has omnipotent properties and can also have a ripening effect.

In the early morning, white mist wafted out of the exhaust pipe outside the lighthouse yard wall, and smoke also rose from the kitchen on the first floor of the lighthouse.

The aroma of medicine and rice melted in the wind.

Residents of Shita Town who got up early to work set out on the rural road to Jinbei City. In the dim light, a bright car light at the end of the road illuminated their faces.

The black car driven by the city gentry was wobbling on the road and slowly driving towards Shita Town. Groups of workers hurriedly shouted and made way, running to the wasteland to watch the car pass by.

The old priest was holding a light blue algae silk cloth and was about to go to the dock construction site with his servants when he heard the roar of an engine coming from the end of the street.

As the whale oil car approached, the townspeople in the houses on both sides were startled and opened their doors and windows to come out to watch the excitement.

In this small place where people travel by walking and communicate by shouting, the sturdy mechanical structure of the vehicles is a novel landscape, different from natural crops and rough artificial buildings. The industrial precision is eye-catching.

The car's monocoque light went out. The engine stalled. A well-dressed old attendant ran down from the passenger seat, unloaded a wheelchair from the trunk, opened the back door, and helped out a frail, middle-aged nobleman.

The old priest stood still, watching the nobleman in the wheelchair approach.

The man looked very tired, as if he had not slept all night, and he was holding an exquisite wooden box in his arms.

"Is this the church in Stone Tower Town?"

"This is the place you are looking for." The old priest pondered the identity of the person in front of him.

Kechen Ancher stretched out his right hand, and the words on the skin of his palm were clearly visible.

The old priest's eyes suddenly became understanding and gentle, "Follow me." He turned and went back to the church.

Soon after, Duke Ancher's wheelchair rolled out of the church, a circular holy seal on his forehead. The old priest was invited to ride in a car and go to the dock to hang the banner.

The townspeople were all wondering about the background of this seemingly wealthy city dweller. Some of them stroked their foreheads, smiled, and did not answer.

It's approaching noon.

The whale oil car stopped outside the headland. There was also a carriage with it, and Willen Pearl got out of the carriage.

The old priest looked at the Duke in his wheelchair and extended his hand to guide him towards the tall white tower that stood on the cape. "You can go and see the miracle. Present the gift with your own hands."

"Will it disturb him?" Kechen Anche asked softly.

"The miracles knew of your arrival when you set foot on this land. So why bother?"

"So... then what should I pay attention to?"

"You don't have to worry about anything. If the miracle is willing to see you, you can step through the door and approach the lighthouse. Everything else is up to you to do or not."

The Duke walked with Viscount Pearl, deep in thought.