Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 116 Powdered Gold on the Emperor's Table
"It's you...that foreigner." The reporter's legs were weak, his hands were shaking violently, and his voice was divided into small pieces by his gasps.

He clearly still remembered Lin Bo. He grasped the hand extended by the night watchman and stood up, still in shock. "Those people are chasing me, people from this town. Why are you here?"

Lin Bo did not answer. He loosened his hand and turned back to the house, sitting at the table where he usually treated the townspeople. Iron Guard, dressed in the appearance of a baboon, walked into the kitchen and brought back a coffee pot and two cups.

The reporter was afraid of the muscular baboon and stood at the door, not daring to come in, until he saw the chairs at the table and a cup of hot coffee, which was like a silent invitation.

He breathed slowly, letting the blood and reason return to his brain, and took the opportunity to observe the scene on the first floor of the lighthouse.

The light was warm, and new stools lined the walls. In the center of the room stood an old but sturdy table. There was a new wooden cabinet against the wall, and an old but sturdy shelf. On the shelf were bottles and jars, spices in the jars, and wilted dried flowers in the bottles.

There was a curtain hanging on the door frame leading to the kitchen. The red-haired baboon shuttled between the kitchen and the storage room. Although his footsteps were heavy, his expression was calm and reliable.

The reporter still wasn't sure whether to accept the invitation for coffee. The lighthouse on the cape, the living things in this space, and even the very air all felt strange and alienated to him, like a lost land, beyond the reach of legends and news.

"You're the lighthouse keeper?" the reporter finally realized the man's identity. "You're also the town's doctor, right?"

He carefully stepped through the door, walked completely into the light, slowly approached the night watchman, and then sat down at the table. His hands touched the hot coffee cup, and his fingers immediately retracted their hands because they were pricked.

Lin Bo smiled and asked, "Did you get into trouble in town?"

The reporter recalled his assistant's heroic sacrifice, thinking of that young man who had fallen like a stone off a cliff into the vast sea of ​​​​the mob. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but choke up and recall his own dire situation.

"Doctor, you're the only one who can save me. The people in this town are horrible. They killed my friends. They'll kill me too. Please get me out of here."

Lin Bo asked gently, "Why didn't you mention that you sneaked out of the room and sneaked into the church to search?"

The reporter shuddered, his eyes as confused as his thoughts, and then he spoke incoherently: "We didn't steal anything, but how did you know?"

"My seagull told me you were sneaky."

The flock of birds towering over the rooftops like silver-backed beasts under the moonlight flashed back into his mind.

They are watching over themselves, they are the eyes and ears of the night watchman.

He finally realized that the person in front of him was not an ordinary person.

bang-

The reporter suddenly tried to escape, but knocked over a stool and fell on his back. The tip of his toes hit the table hard, causing two coffee cups to jump high, one towards the night watchman and the other towards him.

The boiling hot coffee liquid poured out of the cup like a dark cloud, blocking the incandescent lamp above his head and falling towards him. The reporter put his hands in front of him and screamed.

He vaguely heard a murmur, and the voice was in an unfamiliar language, but the reporter understood the meaning.

"(Mantra) Water."

The overflowing coffee rolls back to the rim of the cup, supporting the cup steadily. The surface of the water hanging upside down in the air is calm and waveless.

The reporter's screams faded, and he peered through his fingers, beholding a sight he could never fathom. The cup's mouth tilted toward the earth, yet the scalding liquid within remained untouched. Physics seemed to have momentarily failed in this space, yielding to some greater force.

He lay on the ground shivering, and stood up again after a while. He watched the two cups of hot coffee fly back to the table upside down, and suddenly turned over, and still stayed in the original position, emitting hot steam like a silent invitation.

"I see, I understand... The secret this town is guarding is, is—you." The reporter's words almost became the sound of alveolar contraction, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

The lighthouse was not the safe haven he had imagined, but the deepest secret of this strange and terrifying town.

But now he seemed unable to leave.

The reporter straightened his stool but didn't dare sit down. He just supported himself with his hands, leaning forward and hunching his waist. He didn't dare look at the face of the lighthouse keeper opposite him, but only stared at the coffee cup in front of him. Sweat gathered at the tip of his nose and dripped onto the table.

"Please let me go. I still have a family, and I still want to live..."

"You're afraid of me," Lin Bo whispered. "You're afraid of someone who hasn't said a bad word to you, hasn't hurt you, and who has prepared coffee and a chair for you. Why? Are you afraid because you know you've made a mistake? You came before me with your sin, and now you're begging me to forgive you?"

Beads of sweat dripped onto the table, and the stool the reporter was holding on to began to tremble and creak.

"I was wrong. Let me make amends, please."

The night watchman chanted spells in a low voice. The reporter could not understand these words of power, but felt that the sound was still strange and rhythmic.

"(Incantation) Lift your head." The next instant, the reporter's neck involuntarily straightened, and he raised his terrified eyes to meet the gaze of the Night Watchman.

He wanted to lower his head, but couldn't. He wanted to close his eyes, but didn't dare.

The mage's gaze wasn't as cold and cruel as one might have imagined; instead, it held a near-silent calm. His fear melted away in his gaze, his heart stopped pounding, the bench stopped shaking, and his fleeing soul returned to its body.

While looking at each other, the reporter suddenly heard the endless night wind and the rumbling waves in his ears, and felt the peaceful autumn night at this moment, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Limbaugh smiled. "Look at me. As the people of this town have looked at me. They called me the Night Watcher, the Miracle, and you can call me that too. Fear not, for I forgive your sins. Now, act like respectable people and let us talk."

The reporter slowly returned to his seat and picked up his coffee again. He still couldn't lower his head, so he carefully put his lips to the rim of the cup and took a sip to moisten his throat.

"Miracle, my name is Furman, a reporter and writer for the Jinbei Daily. I've come to town to inquire about the deeds of Viscount Velen Pearl, who is famous in Hongdu for presenting a mysterious and delicious powder to His Majesty the Emperor.

"From barons to dukes, the nobles of Hongdu are all inquiring about the origins of delicious powder. It is now more valuable than gold."

The reporter finished speaking, pursed his lips, and carefully observed the expression of the person in front of him, but he was like a child staring at the waves, unable to read the waves' mood.

The night watchman nodded. "I sent Viren Pearl to Hondu. He did a great job."

The reporter's heart, which had calmed down, began to beat wildly again. He could hardly believe his ears, and terrible yet exciting words such as assassin, poisoning, and regicide flooded his mind.

"That delicious powder will become Stone Tower Town's specialty in the future, sold to the islands and even the world. You've also seen how poor this town is. Only with an economy can people live happily. I can heal their injuries, and I also want to change the environment that caused them to suffer."

The reporter looked bewildered, then realized he had misunderstood the other party.

He suddenly wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth drooped, but his eyes were filled with unconcealed joy. "Mr. Miracle, how could you be such a person?"

"You think I'm up to something bad?" Lin Bo took a sip of coffee. "You think I'm a sneaky conspirator hiding in a small place."

The reporter nodded, cried for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice, "I just suddenly realized that you are a kind person, and this town blessed by you is also a kind place. My assistant, he, he is still alive."

"Furman, you are a visitor to the Lighthouse, but you will be welcomed in Stonespire. Go to the church, your companions are waiting for you."

"Mr. Miracle, how can I get the people in this town to forgive me?"

The night watchman shouted something strange out of the window, and then a strong seagull flew in and landed on the reporter's shoulder.

"With my messenger."

The reporter stood up and said goodbye, his steps weak but brisk. He walked out of the cape and looked back at the quiet lighthouse in the night, watching the rotating lights sweep across the dark land and ocean in circles.

He continued walking towards the town. When the night watchman saw the seagull on his shoulder, his expression changed from anger to joy and he touched his forehead with his finger in greeting.

The reporter awkwardly returned the greeting.

Outside the church, two young men guarding the gate let him in.

At this time, the candles in the hall were lit, illuminating the portraits of the Five Gods hanging high. The young assistant was sitting on a bench. He turned around and saw the reporter coming in, and ran over excitedly.

"Sir, I'm fine! They brought me here, but they didn't beat me. They even prepared a room for me."

"I know." The reporter's expression was mysterious.

"How do you know?"

"Because I saw an even more incredible sight." The reporter looked towards the painting of the Five Gods, where the old priest had been waiting for a long time.

He walked to the pulpit and said respectfully, "Priest, please receive me."

The old priest put down the scripture, not surprised at the transformation of this outsider.

At this moment, the seagull spread its wings and flew away into the night sky, disappearing without a trace.

They all knew where it was going.

(End of this chapter)