Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 196 Believers from Different Circles
Early in the morning, before sunrise, Limbaugh turned off the radio station.

This big guy is placed on the third floor of the lighthouse and takes up quite a bit of space. Since it was built, it has only been debugged a few times and has never actually sent any telegraph messages.

Before daybreak, the night watchman came to the rocky beach again, lit a dark blue bonfire, and practiced the double-edged dance through divination rituals. This was his morning exercise to awaken his energy for the day.

The receding tide is making a commotion in the distance, and the sound of the waves tells the story of the hydrology and weather at sea. There are also large schools of fish, with tens of thousands of tail fins swaying, creating waves in the sea.

Lin Bo practiced until he was exhausted. Looking to the northwest, he whispered a prophecy: "Fish are moving over there."

The wizard commissioned the little king to lead a flock of seagulls to explore the sea. They flew for dozens of miles until dawn, and discovered a crowded school of herrings under the sea, stretching for several kilometers.

[Skill judgment successful, [Fire Divination Ritual] basic proficiency +1]

【Health Status Coefficient × 2 (Perfect)】

[Final Calculation Result: [Fire Divination Ritual] Proficiency +2]

Lin Bo knew that the prediction he made was actually very vague. It only gave a rough direction but no distance information, and he had no idea about the species and number of the fish. But even so, this fake divination technique still triggered the proficiency judgment.

All I can say is that as a scam, the threshold for prophecy is really low.

Today is Thursday, a gathering day for the Elders. From early morning until noon, Limbaugh spent time with the congregants at the church. In the afternoon, he returned to the lighthouse to meet with visitors.

The weather remained clear, and even the clouds were sparse after the cold front passed through. His prediction from last night had come true. By evening, the proficiency check for the "Fire Divination Ritual" was triggered again.

He now does divination once in the morning and once in the evening. His proficiency in the Double-Edge Dance and Fire Divination is on par with each other. It is estimated that he will be able to upgrade in no time.

The craftsmen in Hongdu are on holiday today. They are still brooding over the fact that they were not the first to create a shortwave radio. However, a newspaper reporter interviewed Viscount Pearl and claimed that the Mysterious Machinery Workshop had created the first practical wireless communication device in human history.

After a night of no rest, Viren Pearl visited the palace again and discussed with several cabinet ministers. The imperial high-ranking officials did not want this technology to spread.

Viscount Pearl had anticipated this. He said that with the current production levels of industrial countries around the world, even if detailed production drawings were obtained, there would be only a few countries capable of manufacturing the equipment.

If we want to popularize radio stations, it is urgent to update production equipment.

The President of the Royal Academy of Sciences has been busy with this matter these days.

In the evening, he placed the sketches and drafts of the new equipment he had organized on a small table. On the table were an ink bottle and a stack of manuscript paper, as well as a wooden rack and a porcelain bowl of water.

Bensov opened the window, waited silently, and sipped his coffee slowly.

Until a brown-feathered three-eyed seagull flew in and landed on the wooden shelf. The great inventor dropped his coffee cup and quickly walked to the table, watching the invisible wind flip the draft, the ink in the bottle condensing into a pen, and falling on the paper to make annotations and corrections.

Invisible ghosts were communicating with him and reviewing the results of his intellectual labor.

Bensov watched his ideas being rejected one by one, leaving only two or three, but he had no regrets about it. He could have ten ideas in a day, nine of which were wrong, but as long as one was correct, it would be a pioneering progress.

Radio technology still had a long way to go. Currently, it could only transmit telegraph signals, not audio or video. Achieving a technological breakthrough would require higher levels of industrial processing and theoretical advancement. Bensov couldn't sustain this work alone; he needed help.

After the Lighthouse Wizard corrected the Dean's homework, he transformed the seagull into a tall hat and asked Bensov to wear it when he went out to the banquet.

On Thursdays, scholars who believe in elders will hold salons as usual. In Hongdu, there are dozens of such academic salons, which are often funded by nobles and are considered a channel for communication between academia and politics.

For scientists with academic aspirations, attracting investors is also a compulsory course, otherwise they can only engage in pure theoretical research without money.

Bensov, who was wearing a high hat, was already a successful man and was knighted. He himself was an investor in many scientific projects, and the guests he invited to his salons were all famous and talented scholars from universities and academies of science.

Bensoff used an unused apartment as the meeting place for his salon. His personal assistant accompanied him, and upon arrival, the assistant went to the neighboring apartment, less than a hundred meters away, where another gathering of elderly people took place. The attendees were all domestic workers, and the host, Chantie, greeted each guest with a smile. The domestic workers participating in the gathering worked in the mansions of various nobles, and some were even servants from the royal palace. The tea and coffee that Corvin Evan drank were brewed by them, and the carpets soiled by the palace guards were washed and dried by them. Even though they served the emperor of the empire, their salaries were no better than their colleagues.

Gathering in the name of the old man's followers is perfectly normal, and even the secret police would not monitor the conversations of these servants.

Shanti spoke in a relaxed tone, discussing his own religious views, recounting the teachings of the old priest, and offering a different interpretation of the order of the five gods' features. His words were rather obscure, but enough to make many servants ponder, secretly imagining a social order where elders were respected.

For those who are truly interested, Shanti invites them to participate in a real secret meeting.

The number of tower-guarding monks in Hongdu grew day by day. The method of proving the existence of miracles was simple: let the new members see the black copper paper bestowed by the Holy Spirit. The servants were all astonished and shocked when they saw the copper paper writing on its own.

Bensov also spoke a lot at the salon. He was admired by his peers and younger generations as the first person to perfect the theory of radio application. However, Bensov told everyone the truth: it was someone else who perfected the theory.

"Who is that person?" the members of the Academy of Sciences asked curiously.

Bensoff pointed to his hat. "It's my hat. Boyle, I remember you were studying harmonic analysis. Have you made any progress?"

"It's almost there, it's almost there, I feel it's very close." The scholar's features were stiff and his smile was forced.

"So how long will it take to get the results?"

"One month, or two months, uh, maybe half a year..."

"One night at most, Boyle." Benthoff sighed, took off his hat and handed it to the young mathematician in front of him. "Here, take it. When you go back, dig out your paper on harmonic analysis and show it to it. Trust me."

Boyle put on the top hat in a daze.

The next day, a mathematical paper titled "Boyle Transform" was published. The author rushed into the Golden Oak Tavern with red eyes to find Bensoff dining there.

"Mr. Benthoff, tell me what's going on with this hat and this seagull!"

"Oh, congratulations. Now you have become a prisoner of inspiration and miracles just like me." Bensov lowered his head and drank his soup.

"I, I'm scared..."

"You're not the first, and you won't be the last." Bensoff raised his head and said to the young mathematician, "We're dealing with something that's difficult for current science to understand. The person who gave it to me called it a miracle, the incarnation of the Five Gods. Although I don't believe in gods, I agree with them. Or rather, I was defeated, overwhelmed by that miracle."

Boyle held his top hat in both hands. “I think it’s great, too. But it goes against academic ethics.”

Bensov gloated. "Look at the bright side, boy. Would you rather join this wave of scientific progress, or be left behind and never produce any new results in your life? Yes, it would be shameful to be defeated by it, but at least from now on you will learn new knowledge every day and appreciate the higher landscape of natural philosophy. Relax."

"I see. Who's the next one wearing a hat?"

"Let's start by choosing from the salons. Hongdu has gathered the best scholars in the empire, so we won't have trouble finding companions."

"Is this missionary work, Mr. Benthoff?"

"Although it looks a bit like that, I prefer to call it a search for a common mentor," Bensoff encouraged. "Sooner or later, we will learn all the knowledge it has to offer, and then we will forge the path forward in science and rationality."

"it is good."

After this day, the story of the Inspirational Top Hat began to circulate in the academic circles of Hongdu. It was said that it was a sacred object made by an old man. Whoever wore it would be filled with inspiration and achieve academic breakthroughs overnight, and it was always effective.

(End of this chapter)