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Chapter 225 The Archmage's Old Student, An Invitation to the Descent of the Gods

Lin Bo called the astrologer over and had him sit at the table.

Tie Wei brought over a cup of hot tea, and the astrologer, somewhat reserved, held the cup and sipped it.

Once the visitor had calmed down, Lin Bo asked him to extend his hand, then took his wrist to feel his pulse, examined his physical condition, and listened to the whispers of his flesh, organs, and bones, recounting how they had been frequently harmed by poisons and had once contained cold magical energy.

Lin Bo nodded slightly, already having some idea of ​​the magic used by the astrologer.

This is a spellcasting ability similar to that of a warlock, which involves absorbing wild and chaotic magical energy into the body and channeling and utilizing it.

There are many reasons for the birth of warlocks, such as the blessings of dragons, the favor of gods, the touch of otherworldly creatures, the favor of elemental forces, and so on.

The warlock profession often arises in worlds where magical elements are active; this group is synonymous with miracles and good fortune.

Those who receive the gift are not true sorcerers, but rather exist in a transitional, intermediate state. They have come into contact with whale oil and developed an affinity for magical energy, but they are still mortals.

Therefore, they must draw magical energy from the outside in order to perform limited spellcasting.

The world's context limited the abilities of these lucky individuals, allowing them to see the ladder of great power, but never to climb it.

Or perhaps, the limited miracles of this world still favor some special individuals, allowing them to access a completely new and vast world.

The recipient is just like that, possessing extraordinary vision but lacking the power to transcend the mundane.

Lin Bo had indeed imagined what form supernatural power would take if it existed in such a micro-magical plane.

Warlocks are the most common possibility, which reflects a universal law of the multiverse: where there is magic, there are natural spellcasters.

In addition, it could also be a powerful warrior formed by the combination of whale oil and human body.

For example, by leveraging their affinity for magical energy, they can use miraculous powers to enhance their physical attributes and gain the strength to take on a hundred opponents single-handedly.

Or it could be a transplanted prosthetic organ powered by whale oil, unleashing energy that flesh and blood cannot match.

However, the entry threshold for extraordinary melee professions is higher than that for warlocks. If one cannot embark on the right path, one's achievements will ultimately be limited. Furthermore, the transplantation of prosthetic bodies requires a high level of technical skill, and currently only Lin Bo himself has the potential to create a similar product.

Perhaps they all appeared briefly in history, leaving little trace or legend, or perhaps they were never even born.

Lin Bo loosened his wrist, indicating that the astrologer should speak frankly.

"Great Master, please guide us on our path." The visitor bowed again, slamming his forehead on the table with a loud thud.

“Your time has not yet come,” Lin Bo explained. “The magical energy of whale oil is still too weak, and the whale population is limited and will only become more and more scarce. Until I discover the source of magic, you have no way to go.”

Upon hearing this, the astrologer looked up with teary eyes and fear, asking, "Great Master, aren't you one of us, a recipient of this gift?"

The Night's Watchman shook his head slightly. "You are favored by magic, and thus embark on the path of miracles. But I have never heard the words of magic itself."

The astrologer bowed his head in sorrow, asking, "Are we truly at our wits' end?"

The lighthouse keeper returned a silent gaze as he observed the gray-haired spellcaster before him, a decaying apprentice of magic.

Even without completing his advanced studies, Lin Bo's current knowledge and vision are more than enough to warrant the titles of Grandmaster, Grand Mage, and Grand Wizard in the current world.

In this plane where the flame of the path has not yet been truly ignited, and where hope will only grow more bleak as the number of whales dwindles, the Night Watchmen hold the blazing fire of the path, capable of illuminating the long night and inspiring all the moths that wander in the darkness to bravely rush toward the light.

A moment later, the astrologer looked up, his despair gone, replaced by a thoughtful calm.

"Great Master, I have resolved to abandon my old path and follow yours from now on. Please grant me the spark of wisdom to ignite the spirits of us poor mayflies."

"Even if you end up with nothing and waste the rest of your life?" Lin Bo asked.

"...Yes, if fate does not allow me to embark on this path, I will leave behind all the magical knowledge I know, and I only beg you to preserve it for future generations who are interested." The astrologer rose from the table and bowed again.

Lin Bo pushed back his chair, stood before the kneeling recipients, and said softly, “I promised the world that they would be free from hunger and cold, and that they would be healthy, self-loving, and upright. I promised those who followed me that they would gain knowledge and strength, dignity and wealth, and one day I will lead them to touch miracles.”

"Grand Master..." "Stay in Stone Tower Town. Find a place to stay. You can come to the Lighthouse during the day later."

The astrologer smiled and asked, "Could I find a place to build a house on the cape? I'd like to be closer to the Archmage."

"You may do as you please."

The aged-looking astrologer scratched his head and rubbed his hands with excitement, at a loss for words. His speech was incoherent; at one moment he said he would go and hire craftsmen to build the house, at another he changed his mind and said he would build the house himself, at another he said he had to go back to Blue Bay City to pack his belongings, and at yet another he said he couldn't go far.

Lin Bo listened and let it be, and couldn't help but smile at the smile of the person in front of him.

"Oh, right!" the astrologer suddenly clapped his hands anxiously. "The guy you let go is one of Emperor Kening's men. I couldn't persuade him. This guy is bound to cause trouble!"

"It's alright, it's alright," the Night's Watchman said with a smile, waving his hand.

From that day on, the residents of Shita Town all knew that the lighthouse had a new student who spent his days helping the lighthouse keeper with odd jobs, working quickly and efficiently.

He bought some canvas and wire in town, set up a tent on the barren beach at the headland, and then collected wood and stone to build a house, living a life of almost constant exposure to the elements.

The women felt sorry for him, so every time they delivered lunch to the night watchman, they would prepare some extra food for him as well.

Regardless of how others view or evaluate him, this former student always has a smile on his face.

After fleeing Shita Town, the deputy director returned to Jinbei City, summoned all the detectives, and took the next available ferry back to Hongdu. He wrote an investigation report, submitted it to the Imperial Study, and was soon invited to meet with the Emperor to personally explain the situation.

Kevin Evan still sat behind that large desk where people had died, surrounded and imprisoned by piles of official documents like a cluster of buildings, staring at the deputy director with his neither old nor young eyes.

"Minister Pavi, are all the statements you made in your report true?"

The deputy director seemed a little distracted, but after realizing what was happening, he immediately replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. It's absolutely certain. I still have a wound on my shoulder."

“The one who receives the gift.” Cohen Evan savored the word, “the incarnation of the sea god, the one who performs miracles.”

These words floated and lingered in the air of the study, melting into the pale golden sunlight, gilding the emperor's robes and face, making the outline of Cohen Evan's body appear bright and radiant, as if he were a ruler of an ancient dynasty, deeply revered and loved by the people.

The rulers of that time worshipped the sea god, and their power and status were divinely bestowed. The people witnessed miracles and thus trusted the king chosen by the gods.

"Minister Pavi, in your opinion, what kind of person is this nameless lighthouse keeper? What is his personality like?"

“Like the sky, Your Majesty. And like the moon. Desolate, yet dazzling.” The deputy director transformed the memories he had repeatedly pondered during his journey into descriptive phrases that came to mind.

"You said his living conditions are simple. How could it be deserted when he can interact with the poorest farmers?"

“He is sincere to everyone, Your Majesty. But no one is his friend. In the lighthouse, besides the night watchman, he has only a baboon as a companion.”

“Unfortunately, he is a heretic.” Emperor Kening frowned slightly, dismissed the deputy director, and summoned Viren Pearl.

"Lord Pearl, have you converted? No longer do you take the Father as your protector?"

“Your Majesty, this is indeed true.” Viscount Pearl said calmly.

"But the sect you follow is a heretical one. This is your Defense Intelligence Agency's mission report; you haven't seen it yet, have you? Take it and read it."

“Your Majesty, my Lord is not a so-called recipient of gifts.” After reading the document, Viren Pearl respectfully handed it back. “He is the miracle itself, the vessel of truth in the world.”

“There is no god who will disobey the king’s command.” Cowen Evan frowned. “The high priest and the papal ambassador have both indicated that heretical beliefs have appeared in your territory. Can’t they represent the will of God?”

Viren Pearl's heart skipped a beat as he grasped the emperor's true intention, but he could only vaguely say, "Whether something is heretical or not depends solely on whether it can lead people to follow the gods. Our Lord possesses such power, therefore he should be considered a true believer, not a heretic."

The emperor gazed intently at the minor nobleman, his disloyal subject.

"At the end of the year, during the Descent of the Gods festival, I intend to entertain the people and clarify the true faith. Since you do not wish to bear the name of heresy, please invite your spirit to Hongdu to debate and give speeches with the High Priest. The winner will become the state religion of Kening."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

(End of this chapter)