Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 228 Moths Gather, Job Upgrade

Early in the morning, the only postman in Shita Town jogged across the promontory, slipped a letter from Hongdu into the white-painted mailbox at the lighthouse, bowed his head in prayer for a moment before breaking into a smile and turning to run back.

As I passed the astrologer's tent, an elderly man with graying temples poked his head out and called to the postman, asking if he had any letters for him.

The postman asked for his name, rummaged through the envelopes in his bag, and then shook his head.

The astrologer took out a stack of newly written letters and asked him to take them to be mailed.

These numerous letters were sent not only to the far reaches of the Sail Islands, but also to the bountiful continent to the east and the New World colonies to the west, and the recipients were all those he knew who had received the gifts.

Astrologers have a wide circle of acquaintances, but few are truly close friends. Most of their recipients are introduced by mutual acquaintances, and if they cannot maintain long-term communication, they remain merely nodding acquaintances. Many of the contact addresses left by their companions in the past may have long been abandoned.

Even so, he sent secret messages to every recipient he knew, announcing to the spellcasters of this world that the magical path, longed for for thousands of years, had finally opened. The flame of the Dao was ignited, and the moths gathered.

As dawn broke, the lighthouse doors opened, and smoky aromas lingered and drifted through the courtyard.

The astrologer, who had been waiting outside, took the envelope from the mailbox and quickly handed it to the high priest who was returning from his morning exercise.

Lin Bo thanked him and then invited the old student to sit down and have a meal in the tower.

The astrologer was very reserved, but the night watchman said that teachers always have to provide meals and cannot let their students go hungry.

So the old student sat down and, imitating the great master, first thanked the baboon who cooked, then tore open the bread with his clean hands, dipped it in the yolk of the soft-boiled fried egg, and scooped up the thick soup with an iron spoon, scooping out the stewed mixed vegetables and boneless chicken and duck pieces from the bowl.

The Grand Master ate quickly and quietly. The astrologer envied his profound thinking and youthful appetite, while his own digestive system, tormented by the secret medicine for many years, could no longer hold much food.

After putting down his bowl and spoon, the satisfied Grand Master opened the letter. The sender was Viren Perl, who had become a high-ranking official in Hongdu. The letter detailed his deep longing and recounted his conversation with the Emperor.

Although the matter had already been sent back to Shita Town via telegraphic mail and Lin Bo was aware of it, a formal written letter was still required to notify him.

The church in Shita Town also received a letter from Hongdu, sent by the emperor's advisors of the Privy Council, who, by order of His Majesty the Emperor, invited the local religious order to send representatives to participate in the faith debate at the end of the year during Pentecost.

The purpose of this official document was to confirm whether the invitation was accepted, so as to facilitate the arrangement of subsequent matters. However, the wording was strict and solemn, leaving no room for refusal or negotiation. The invited sect would inevitably have to go to Hongdu as ordered.

The old priest copied the official document onto a commemorative copper sheet, conveyed its contents to the miracle worker, and awaited his decision.

After reading the letter and official documents, Lin Bo pondered for a moment and then wrote a reply on copper paper, appointing the old priest to debate and give speeches with the high priest of the Five Gods Church and others to proclaim the doctrine to the world.

This matter can be prepared in advance: gather the guards, pack the bags, and arrange the ceremonial procession. About a week before Pentecost, the team can set off to meet with Viscount Pearl and discuss the debate process with imperial officials.

As for the monk himself, he will naturally appear in Hongdu when the festival arrives.

The old priest accepted the order and began selecting attendants and armed guards from within the order, as well as preparing costumes and props for the ceremonial guard. Commands were relayed to each member, and the entire town of Stone Tower began to bustle with activity.

It was only the beginning of winter, and there was still more than a month until Pentecost.

Lin Bo estimated that he was trapped in the Sleeping Snake's Curse and would need about two or three months to recover. If the transformation began next week, he would be able to complete his mission by the spring of next year.

During the recovery period, moderate exercise is acceptable. As long as you don't exhaust yourself to the point of fatigue and depletion of energy, it won't affect the attribute enhancement effect. Intense battles are probably not advisable, but daily life will not be affected. You will need to determine the specific amount of exercise yourself.

Winter is the season for storing and nourishing.

Lin Bo decided to find some relaxing activities; he couldn't just sit around idly by.

He originally planned to use the gene weaving machine in winter to modify local food crops, and now he has another old student to shoulder the responsibility of spreading his teachings to the world.

Why not take advantage of this winter to organize and summarize what you have learned, compile teaching materials, and establish the first magic education system in the history of our local civilization? This will not only educate people but also allow teachers and students to learn from each other and revisit the path we have traveled.

The astrologer at the dining table had already started helping to clear the dishes. The cups, plates and utensils he washed were equally clean and tidy. He was willing to spend a lot of time tidying up every corner of the first floor of the lighthouse. Not a drop of water was left on the kitchen counter, and the dust in the storage room was swept into the flower bushes in the yard.

Lin Bo waited until he was ready and then inquired about his academic progress. The astrologer stood respectfully with his hands at his sides and explained the difficulties he had encountered one by one.

After all, individual learning abilities vary, and collecting feedback from students helps Lin Bo distinguish key points and adjust the difficulty of assignments when compiling teaching materials.

The astrologer spoke with reverence for the power of words, captivated and fascinated by their miraculous and incredible effects.

Lin Bo reminded him, "For you, the most urgent task is to study alchemy, especially alchemical potions. From now on, focus on medicine during the day, learning to gather herbs, prepare medicines, and make medicines."

He took out his notes on autumn medicinal herbs from Shita Town, which he had compiled and edited, along with an introductory textbook on alchemy, and handed them over to his old student.

The price paid by those who receive the gift is too high, resulting in severe loss of lifespan and extremely poor health. They can only recover some of their vitality by relying on medicine to nourish them and allow them to live a few more years and go further on the path of magical study.

The astrologer nodded repeatedly, understanding the archmage's profound meaning and intentions, but he was still somewhat immersed in the magic and could not extricate himself, his mind still bound by the magical runes and constantly on his mind.

Lin Bo noticed his distraction and said, "Don't think that ordinary things are inferior. The magical language you've learned was also taught to me by nature. Miracles happen more frequently than you think, every moment."

The astrologer did not understand his meaning, but simply took everything the high priest said as gospel and kept it firmly in mind.

From then on, the patients who visited the lighthouse all noticed the old student who stood guard by the medicine cabinet, wearing thin-rimmed glasses, always engrossed in reading.

The night watchman handed the prescription to the patient, who then passed the prescription to the old student. The student immediately put down his book, weighed the herbs from each drawer, and divided them into portions in oiled paper according to the dosage.

At first, he was a bit flustered, occasionally grabbing the wrong herbs or using the wrong dosage. The night watchman noticed something amiss, pointed it out, and he immediately apologized and corrected himself. People didn't have high hopes for this gray-haired old man; they thought that someone his age wouldn't amount to much in medicine.

However, after only a day or two, the astrologer had already become quite skilled. He made no more mistakes when preparing the medicine and worked quickly and efficiently.

He began processing medicinal herbs himself, drying them in the yard, steaming them in the kitchen, slicing them with a cleaver, and grinding them into powder with a medicine grinder. The lighthouse's medicinal herb reserves quickly became plentiful.

Those who receive this gift are mostly lucky and capable individuals. They are not only exceptionally gifted, but also experienced in life, possess unique skills, and have a wealth of knowledge far surpassing that of ordinary people in this era.

The visitors repeatedly praised the old student's intelligence and diligence, showing him great respect. The astrologer remained as reserved and quiet as when he first arrived, pursuing the great master's wisdom like a fish in water or a bird in the wind.

A week has passed quickly.

After several rains, a cold front brought a cold wave that covered most of the Sailboat Islands, with the temperature in Shita Town hovering around zero degrees Celsius.

Some travelers who had come from afar put down their luggage in Kimbee City, gathered together to chat, reminiscing about the sadness of not seeing each other for many years, and discussing their mutual friends.

Everyone had received a letter from the astrologer and decided to come to the town, which was rumored to be inhabited by a group of gifted individuals, to find out more.

The astrologer's subsequent letter recounted his encounter with the Grand Master, but it was not delivered to his friend in time, as they had already set off shortly after receiving the first letter.

Now, each of them took their secret medicine, prepared their spells, and set off together on the streets of Stone Tower Town.

The group of six had just entered the town when they spotted a familiar figure standing at the end of the street – the astrologer who was studying at the lighthouse.

"You've finally arrived." The astrologer warmly shook hands and embraced the gaunt-faced men and women, reminiscing after a long separation on the street.

"What a coincidence! Have you been waiting for us every day?" a recipient dressed as a witch asked with a smile.

"This morning at breakfast, the High Priest told me that the Machine Spirit had foretold your arrival and instructed me to go out to greet you at this time," the astrologer replied truthfully.

The six friends looked at each other in bewilderment and hurriedly asked him to introduce them to someone.

"Come with me."

The townspeople they met along the way greeted them with smiles, calling the astrologer an old apprentice. The friends chatted quietly as they made their way to the cape, passing a patch of cleared weeds, where some building materials were piled up next to a simple tent.

The astrologer said that's where he now lives.

"So simple. The conditions are really harsh." A friend dressed as a jeweler frowned. "Is the High Priest's residence like this?"

“I am willing and incredibly happy.” The astrologer gazed deeply at the crowd. “Listen carefully, and remember my words. You are not meeting an old man on his deathbed. The power of the Grand Master far surpasses that of all recipients of gifts throughout history. You must not show the slightest disrespect before him. Otherwise, I will rebuke you and sever all ties with you.”

His companions straightened their faces and agreed one after another, though they couldn't help but have some doubts and disbelief.

The astrologer stared at him coldly and said, "I know I can't convince you out of thin air." He then took out a smooth pebble and a carving knife from his pocket.

"What are you doing?"

"Look closely. What immense power I have acquired."

The carving knife chiseled several strokes into the pebble. Soon, the dusty pebble, unable to bear the runes, cracked and shattered after emitting a faint glow.

His companions' faces were silent and their expressions were dazed.

"This is……"

"The road ahead." The astrologer shook off the stone dust, put away his carving knife, and said calmly, "The road ahead that we have longed for for thousands of years."

Then, the seven of them silently continued on their way, with only a few sobs and a few tears falling on the wild grass along the way, until they finally arrived at the white tower standing on the plateau.

The so-called Grand Master was expected to be a dignified middle-aged man, but his face was much younger than everyone thought.

“Master, I have brought my friends with me. Please be kind and compassionate, take them in, and teach them.” The astrologer knelt down gently.

Without the slightest hesitation, the companions all bowed down in worship.

Lin Bo smiled and nodded, "Okay."

From this day forward, the lighthouse's old students have gained a group of classmates of roughly the same age. Visitors, seeing this group of frail apprentices, couldn't help but marvel.

On the evening of the day he took in the new apprentice, Lin Bo completed the weekly run of the [Giant's Field] dungeon.

He opened the player panel.

Class: True Name Mage Lv9 (3, 264, 705/3, 249, 400)

【Upgrade requirements met】

(End of this chapter)