Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 122 Orders, Umbrellas, and Second Generation Strains

The lighthouse was lit, and the townspeople who came to seek medical advice dispersed, but interested visitors still stayed.

Iron Guard brought five cups of coffee from the kitchen.

Visitors thanked the robot, which resembles a red baboon.

Willen Pearl sat at the table, flanked on either side by the mayor, the housekeeper, and the reporters, all sitting on benches, gathered around him.

Reporter Freeman stood up and introduced himself to the Viscount.

Velen raised his hand and touched his forehead. "Welcome, brother. Thank you for bringing something new to this town."

"Then I'll treat this as an interview, Mr. Pearl, please feel free to do as you please." The reporter took out a pen and a shorthand notebook.

Lin Bo sipped his coffee slowly, met Viscount Pearl's inquiring gaze, and nodded slightly.

The Viscount then began to narrate his experiences in Hongdu, detailing the stories that had not been mentioned in the letter.

Velen met with the Emperor as a representative of the shipwreck survivors. In the square in front of the Imperial Palace, newspaper writers and photographers used words and images to record the empire's supreme ruler's compassion for his subjects.

Emperor Kevin Evin was already an old man.

At that time, Weiren and other representatives of the victims' families were arranged to sit on chairs. When they saw the emperor coming, they stood up and shook hands with each of them.

After the meeting, the emperor's close ministers came to invite them to dinner.

At the banquet, Viscount Pearl met the current Imperial Princess, the nine-year-old Alinen Ewen.

The princess specifically asked him about the delicious powder that was widely talked about, and Weiren took the opportunity to present the thing to her. This scene was captured by a newspaper reporter attending the banquet and spread throughout Hongdu the next day.

Viren Pearl was very excited. Before leaving Hongdu, he had received a large number of orders and was sure that the royal family was also interested in mushroom MSG because a chef who organized royal banquets came to visit him in person. He was the chef of the dinner he attended.

All the dishes that night were defeated by a bowl of water with mushroom MSG. When the chef asked Viscount Pearl to buy it, his expression was still somewhat depressed and frustrated.

It can be said that as long as there is stock, it will be sold, and at a high price.

Lin Bo signaled the reporter to stop writing, and then talked about his idea. He planned to classify MSG into different grades according to the flavor components of mushroom powder to meet the market demand at different levels.

The taste of magic mushrooms mainly depends on the genetic information of the strain. The complex flavors produced when simulating different organisms are also different. These flavors will be enhanced by magic substances to achieve an unforgettable effect.

Simple extraction of magic mushrooms can retain more complex flavors, not only freshness, but also the charming aroma from the mushrooms themselves. This kind of product is suitable for the high-end market.

The residue left after the initial extraction, after a second purification, leaves only the monotonous umami substances, which is suitable for the mid- and low-end markets.

He will solve the specific production process.

However, what is more important is the transportation and confidentiality of product raw materials.

The mayor suggested, "We could build two factories. The one at the dock would be a visible sign, shielding it from prying eyes. The actual production site should be located somewhere absolutely secure."

Viscount Pearl proposed, "As long as we are strong, we need not fear those scheming insects. Our products need protection from above. Our town also needs more powerful warriors. To protect this economy, to defend our sect, and to safeguard our Lord's miracles."

They did not argue, but looked at the night watchman, waiting for the decision.

Lin Bo looked at the Viscount and said, "Vellen Pearl, you mentioned a person in your letter, the Duke of Jinbei City and the Governor of Baishi Island, Kechen Anche. Fuman told me that he is a paralyzed person."

Pearl raised the corner of her mouth, "Yes, my Lord of Miracles. If the Order can accept Duke Ancher, it will be of great help to our cause."

"Then you go and contact him. Don't rush to promise him health. Just say you're discussing business and ask if he's willing to invest in you, offering the Poseidon Cult's sacred artifact in exchange for shares. Come to the lighthouse before you leave, and I'll give you a sample of MSG to gain his trust."

Lin Bo looked at the mayor again. "Locken, you need to organize patrol guards, recruit trustworthy people, pay them salaries, and maintain law and order in Stone Tower Town. As for the food factory at the dock, as you said, it will no longer produce MSG and will instead produce canned food. I have other arrangements for the MSG production site."

The people at the table bowed their heads and accepted the arrangement.

"You can leave now." Lin Bo said, drank the cooled coffee and put it on the table.

The visitor stood up, said goodbye solemnly, walked through the door in silence, and disappeared into the depths of the autumn night.

The lighthouse returned to silence, and the Iron Guard came over to clear the cups.

Lin Bo listened to the robot's prompt tone, and slowly, he began to speak in the same language: "Hello, mechanical guard, can you understand me?"

Iron Guard One stopped moving, and from the outside, there was a hint of confusion on the red-haired baboon's face.

"Beep beep—External command, type: greeting. Execute greeting program." The robot raised its hands in front of its chest and waved them from side to side like car windshield wipers.

Lin Bo was amused by it. "Since you understand, we can talk more in the future. I will call you 'Iron Guard' from now on. Remember it."

"Beep—External command, type: naming. Executing the renaming procedure."

Lin Bo was ultimately satisfied with the robot. He opened the chat interface and asked the netizen [garbage picker] for a batch of repaired mechanical guards.

[Picking up trash makes me happy]: How many do you want?

[Lighthouse Guest]: First, five units, ordinary models, no need to install smart systems
He planned to build a fully automated MSG workshop in front of the East Cliff Grottoes, using these robots as operators. The intelligent operating system of the mechanical guards could use the replication program of Iron One.

As for the workshop's assembly line equipment, conveyor belts, sorters and the like, they can be moved directly from the copy [Mechanical Factory], while Lin Bo plans to design and manufacture the mushroom refining and purification equipment himself.

The first half of the night was still spent studying magic.

Lin Bo had almost memorized all the introductory textbooks he had bought before, and his understanding of the three main subjects of alchemy, enchantment, and rituals was no longer that of a layman, so he could purchase advanced knowledge.

If calculated based on the education system's rating, Lin Bo has already finished high school and is preparing to go to college, but is still at the stage of accumulating knowledge.

After completing the study of advanced knowledge, there are no textbooks to refer to. What you can refer to are the research materials of other spellcasters, magical treatises and journals from the permanent plane of the comprehensive network, historical documents buried in ancient tombs and ruins, etc.

What he has to do then is to try to replicate the achievements of his predecessors and improve his research level bit by bit until he reaches the end of a certain field and needs to blaze his own trail.

Nearing midnight, Lin Bo meditated for two hours instead of sleeping, accumulating some proficiency in the Black Snake Meditation Technique.

After waking up, according to his usual schedule, he should have begun studying natural philosophy. However, he took an hour to study the alien language and decipher the hidden power runes.

After mastering the new features of ordinary languages, learning alien languages ​​became as easy for Lin Bo as an old horse knowing the way. It didn't feel like learning a new language, but rather like picking up his mother tongue that he had put aside for many years.

An hour later, Lin Bo had extracted seventeen Words of Power from the dictionary. His increasing familiarity with this alien language improved his deciphering efficiency. Of these seventeen runes, fourteen were in Gu'dorei, and the remaining three were in the Animist language.

If these runes were purchased on the trading platform, they would cost nearly three thousand Disaster Coins. Animistic runes were over 500 Disaster Coins each, while Gu'dorei runes ranged from 10 to 100 Disaster Coins.

Saving is earning. Especially now that your class level exceeds the dungeon cap, all disaster coins and experience points earned will be reset to zero, so you should be more careful with your budget.

Although he had the ability to decipher the alien language, Lin Bo couldn't understand the power runes that were analyzed at first sight.

Especially the Animistic language, which he had the least contact with in daily life, and he didn't understand many words. Therefore, when he saw the runes, he couldn't remember them in his heart, so he had to record them on blood banyan pulp paper first.

Lin Bo did not read in the second half of the night.

He installed operating systems for five miscellaneous-type mechanical guards. Although Lin Bo knew very little about electronic engineering, he had some entry-level knowledge, which was more than enough.

Copying the program from Iron Guard onto a standard machine resulted in five obedient robots. Lin Bo simply named them: Machine One, Machine Two, up to Machine Five, and so on. He continued naming them accordingly.

The rest of the time was spent on drawing. The upgraded version of the Fresnel lens rotation device he'd been researching for the past two days was already taking shape. Lin Bo finished it in forty minutes, and it would be ready for production when he had some free time.

Then he started the new project without stopping, drawing the layout design of the mushroom MSG automatic assembly line and the mechanical structure diagram of the production equipment.

At the same time, in the underground alchemy workshop, the furnace was calcining a piece of red rust loam.

After a busy night, Viscount Pearl arrived early at dawn, knocking on the door almost as the lighthouse went out. Lin Bo handed Willen Pearl a batch of mushroom extract he had made the previous night. He said goodbye and left, immediately heading for Jinbei City.

The Night Watchman watched Viscount Pearl walk off the cape. He then took the alchemical soil and five robots and sailed across the sea, heading for the East Cliff Grottoes early.

Just as Lin Bo expected yesterday, the second generation of metal bacteria has been cultivated. They murmur in the animistic language and can be considered a magical material.

Now, it’s time to verify the results.

The success or failure of the metal biological neuron experiment depends on this.

Lin Bo pressed down on the bright red fungal carpet. He wasn't familiar enough with the Animist language to communicate smoothly with the second-generation fungi. So, he resorted to chanting in Gu'dorei, creating a cluster of phantom neurons to induce the differentiation and evolution of the metallic hyphae.

The veil of illusion covered the bright red fungal carpet. The hard metal hyphae twisted slightly, and then drilled into the illusion. The blood color on the surface faded, and fine branches grew out, finally turning into a light goose yellow root-like nerve bundle.

The first step of inducing differentiation was successful.

The next step is to do a transplantation experiment. Lin Bo turned his head and looked at the fungus-speaking seagulls all over the ground. They are all the best adapters.

"(Magic Words) Asuka, do you want to become more powerful?"

(End of this chapter)