Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 118 Local Newspaper, Paralyzed Duke

The second-generation fungus strains lay in a wooden box filled with red rusty loam, like a school of fish that have adapted to the water temperature and become relaxed. The hyphae that were originally curled up in a ball also poured out like water, thinly covering the surface of the soil.

Lin Bo no longer cared about the mycelium. Time would allow life to answer on its own.

He still ran maps with his teammates as usual.

The male and female priests, druids, and rangers in the team all planned to leave. They all spontaneously proposed leaving the team during their last run, while everyone was resting in the temple.

It seemed like sitting around the bonfire and watching the wizard perform fire magic was a perfect time to say goodbye.

Interestingly, the white-coated man and the female priest almost simultaneously proposed to quit the team. As soon as they finished speaking, the druid, as if holding his breath, followed suit and said he was planning to leave, but then hesitated for a moment and said he could continue to stay.

Priestess and druids can cast the second-level spell Thornburst, which is crucial in containing Tavimira and clustering enemies. If they are gone, the team's tactical system will be missing a big hole.

However, this problem can be overcome. Just go to the public screen and find a player who has control skills.

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 grew larger and larger, and its total mass increased dramatically. The seagulls that spoke of fungi offered food to the mushrooms every day, and the fish population in the shallow waters near the cave became much sparser. But actually, the fungal carpet didn't need so much food; the organic matter in the nutrient-rich soil and the moisture were enough for them to sustain their growth. Lin Bo then told 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.

(End of this chapter)