Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 112 Seagull Hegemony, Peregrine Falcon's True Name

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 about the size of a fist, a brownish-yellow metal cylinder with a socket at one end and a handle at the other. Inserting it into the slot of the transformer and tightening it clockwise releases energy. Lin Bo held the heavy nuclear battery, and through the warm metal casing, he could see the nuclear materials undergoing a stable fusion reaction inside. The intense light it emitted was completely blocked out; not a single ray could see through.

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.

Lin Bo also heard that the town had started recruiting workers and was preparing to build a small factory. Shita Town had never had a factory, only small family workshops at most, so this was a very novel thing.

The salary offered by the town hall was very good, and there were tax deductions for working, so all the young people at home who were temporarily unemployed signed up. Some even quit their jobs in Jinbei and participated despite their family’s opposition.

"This is a big deal. The town will soon have a factory." Ji Ling, the waitress at the tavern, and her female companions chattered about it, then looked at Lin Bo behind the table. "Night Watchman, will you go to see it on the first day of construction?"

"Yes." Lin Bo nodded.

In the Kening Empire, most construction projects begin with a ceremony to pray to the craftsman, one of the five gods, for smooth construction. Every idle person in town gathers at the construction site to listen to the groundbreaking ceremony presided over by the old priest.

Lin Bo planned to make a banner with a slogan as a gift to celebrate the start of construction.

The prayer flags on the "Xuanhe Prayer Banner Spear" he had previously found in the dungeon provided a boosting effect. He had already comprehended the enchanted runes on the prayer flags. If he copied them onto the banners, they would also grant a buff to the workers.

The carrier of the magic rune is the "Blessed Algae Silk Cloth" material dropped from the affix treasure chest. This is the same fabric as the Tide Guardian Robe and can better withstand the power of the rune.

That night, it was quiet.

Lin Bo would take a short break every hour after reading. He would use this time to draw decoration design drawings, which was an activity to relax his brain.

The pencil in my hand brushed across the paper. A little seagull dozed on the wooden shelf.

A slight sound came from the bird's nest in the corner of the desk.

He put down his pencil; the three peregrine falcon eggs were about to hatch.

Gently lift the eggshell with your palm. The fully formed chick is struggling under the shell, making faint chirps in need of oxygen, life, sunlight and freedom. Its soft beak pecks at the eggshell, making a scraping sound.

The eggshell, once a warming place, is now a prison. The chicks pound on it, the vibrations drowning out their own chirping.

Lin Bo felt the three peregrine falcon eggs in his palm swaying from side to side, like tumblers. The vitality of the young chicks passed through the silence of the eggshell and turned into the real name rune that appeared faintly in front of his eyes.

At the beginning of life, the tiny flame struggled in the darkness, was suppressed again and again, and rose again and again. This was the best time for the wizard to find out the true name.

So he closed his eyes and fell into meditation.

(End of this chapter)

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