Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 238 Wandering the World, the True Name of Humanity

As darkness fell, a crescent moon floated in the gray-purple sky, and stars began to appear one after another.

After the meal, which is usually the time for the disciples to ask the Grand Master for guidance on their studies, there was an unexpected emergency today.

Everyone laughed, saying the grocer was a jinx and that he was forbidden from saying anything unlucky like "it's rare to have some free time," because if he did, someone would surely get sick.

The unexpected visitors drove their car onto the cape and honked their horns repeatedly outside the low wall.

The lighthouse doors opened, and warm light shone from inside, falling into the courtyard. The grocer quickly came out and opened the gate for the customer.

The visitor was a young lady, accompanied by two attendants. After entering the house, she looked around the lighthouse's furnishings, gave a brief nod to the local monks, and smiled slightly at the foreign night watchman.

Lin Bo and his disciples nodded in return and inquired about the visitor's purpose. The lady replied that she had a sick person in her family who was unable to move around easily, and hoped that the renowned night watchman of Shita Town could come and treat him.

The grocer volunteered to take on the task. The young lady looked him up and down, assuming the dark-skinned, white-haired old man was the lighthouse keeper, and nodded in agreement.

"Aren't you bringing an assistant?" The lady asked, seeing the grocer packing up his medical kit and looking like he was all alone. She then looked at the rest of the people in the lighthouse.

The grocer agreed, so he asked the barber, who was the best doctor among the apprentices, to accompany him.

The lady looked at the two elderly people in front of her, sighed helplessly, glanced at the foreigner sitting in the main seat a few times, and finally turned around and led the people into the car.

The whale oil car hummed and exhaled a few puffs of fishy smoke as it turned after leaving the cape and headed towards Jinbei City.

Lin Bo, smelling the fumes from the burning whale oil engine, assigned his disciples a simple task: to mix mushroom oil into alchemical gasoline.

They received their assignments and went home to study their experiments.

This assignment is not actually important; its purpose is merely to allow apprentices to practice and become familiar with the principles of material transformation. Even if the final experimental results are excellent, Lin Bo will not choose to popularize the magic mushroom gasoline.

Internal combustion engines cannot effectively utilize the advantages of sea anemone energy; converting cars to electric drive will significantly improve energy efficiency.

Mushroom oil generators can be made very small and compact, taking up much less space than internal combustion engines when installed in cars. When combined with electric motors that drive the tires, the power system of this new type of energy vehicle becomes even more compact.

Moreover, although mushroom oil has "oil" in its name, it is actually a water-soluble solvent. It will not explode even when exposed to open flames or high temperatures, making it quite safe and reliable.

The task of designing new energy vehicles was assigned by Lin Bo to Bensov of the Royal Academy of Sciences, which was not a difficult task.

As time flowed by, and the crescent moon sank below the horizon, in the middle of the night, townspeople suddenly came to the cape with oil lamps, asking the witch to help the woman give birth.

Hurriedly knocking on the door, the witch was still awake, busy with the homework assigned by the archmage. She had been standing by the alchemy lab for hours, constantly preparing ingredients and boiling them. Her apron and cheeks were covered in colorful potion stains, and she had a pungent smell.

The townspeople rushed over to fetch her, and after she explained the situation, the witch quickly told him to go back and boil some water. She herself hurriedly packed her medical kit, drank a mushroom oil potion, chanted a spell to cleanse the stains on her body, and then chanted another spell to make her sluggish steps light and swift.

Holding a lantern in one hand and a medical kit in the other, she ran along the cape path, arriving at the scene before the messenger.

The labor had been going on for an hour, and the situation was not optimistic. The witch composed herself, put down her medical kit, took the mother's hand, and looked at the bright red bloodstains gradually spreading on the sheets. Her face immediately tightened.

The new mother's face was covered in sweat that seemed to freeze like wax tears, but her lifeless eyes were sparkling. She said, "May there be a miracle."

"Yes, I will. Good girl, hang in there."

"Lantern, hang the lantern... under the eaves."

The witch drank a mouthful of mushroom oil potion and called out to the children and neighbors waiting outside.

The messenger rushed back just then, telling everyone to boil water. Unexpectedly, the witch ran even faster than him, and the lantern in her hand was snatched away and hung on the iron hook of the eaves, like a ghostly blue star, twinkling in the dark earth of Shita Town at night.

On the third floor of the lighthouse, Lin Bo sat cross-legged, his mind focused on the ocean floor, manipulating his illusory body to carry out construction.

His two apprentices, a grocer and a barber, had been out for hours and had not returned. At that moment, a paper airplane drifted across the ocean, slipped through the open window on the third floor, and hovered aimlessly in the air.

Lin Bo softly chanted an incantation, summoning a paper airplane. Unfolding it, he read the message on the paper: a plea for help from two apprentices. They explained that the patient's family situation was complicated, frequently interfering with the medical process, and that the patient's condition was also not optimistic; therefore, they earnestly requested the High Priest's assistance. Outside the window, seagulls cried, alerting the night watchman that someone in town had hung up a whale oil lamp. The followers of the Miracle Walker were seeking divine help.

In Jinbei City, a grocer and a barber sat on a soft sheepskin sofa in the living room, each holding a cup of coffee, yawning slightly, watching six men and women arguing sharply in front of them. This was the seventh commotion they had witnessed that night.

They were clearly brothers and sisters, yet they showed no respect for each other whatsoever. Regardless of gender or age, they all had fierce and menacing appearances.

Judging by the time, the plea for help sent to the lighthouse should have already reached the Archmage.

The grocer and the barber finished their coffee, and the young lady who had invited them, with a cold expression and a forced air of decorum, personally came over to pour them tea.

Unexpectedly, this action angered her older siblings, who started yelling and cursing, their words sharp and sarcastic, and they even mocked the two doctors who treated her, accusing them of incompetence.

The lighthouse apprentice remained calm, thanked the lady, and awaited the Grand Master's reply.

Their gaze swept over the opulent decorations in the hall: gilded wooden cabinets, ivory screens, glazed porcelain, and countless mirrors of all kinds—bronze and silver-plated glass—framed in wooden frames and affixed to the walls. The light reflected everywhere, illuminating the room's splendor and making the sharp, sour faces in the room appear sallow.

Suddenly, a brown and white bird's shadow flew past the window, reflected on many mirrors, and caught the eye of those who were paying attention.

"The Grand Master has arrived," the grocer whispered. "I saw his messenger."

Seagulls circled the magnificent mansion, servants busied themselves attending to the heirs, while the mansion's master lay futilely in his bedroom, his bloated body like half a fat pig on a butcher's block, his face pale, his lips purplish-blue, struggling to inhale the stale air, two wet tear tracks hanging from the corners of his eyes.

A seagull slipped in through the small window, perched on the bedside table, and stared at the patient with its three eyes.

These are among the wealthiest few in Kimberley, far richer than Governor Cotchen Ancher.

Since the onset of his sudden illness, several renowned doctors have been consulted from yesterday to tonight, but none have been able to cure him. His children, however, clearly have other plans. Apart from crying and comforting him, they are simply letting him wait here to die.

The sharp sounds of arguing pierced through the walls and doors, reverberating in the bedroom. The patient cried even more, and his breathing became weaker.

A figure in a trench coat appeared beside the bed. The three-eyed skull reached out and gently stroked the patient's forehead.

At this moment in Stone Tower Town, the Miracle Walker descended from the sky, raised his hand and lifted the whale oil lamp under the eaves. The townspeople gathered in the courtyard knelt down in unison. The two children of the woman in labor stared blankly at the arrival of the three-eyed skeleton until they were pulled into a corner by a neighboring woman.

The three-eyed skeleton stepped into the inner room. The witch had already chanted a spell for the woman in labor, but it only stopped the bleeding; the problem of difficult labor remained.

As the new mother looked at the miracle walker who entered through the door, a smile spread across her chalky white face, and tears welled up in her eyes before falling. She whispered, "Praise be to the miracle... our Lord who walks in the world."

Lin Bo and Huan Shen stood beside two hospital beds. The bloated rich man was dying and gasping for breath amidst the shrill cries of his children, while the newborn struggled in the mother's womb.

He reached out a helping hand, pressing his forehead against the forehead of the rich man and the woman, listening to their flesh and blood and the sounds of their unborn child.

It is now past midnight, the early hours of a new day, and there is still a day and night until Pentecost.

Lin Bo heard two kinds of silence, and the same True Name Rune appeared before his eyes.

"(Mantra) Humans," the mage murmured in Gudorei.

A moment later, in the mansion in Jinbei City, the wealthy businessman propped himself up in bed. His lips trembled as he struggled to turn over and kneel on the soft mattress, bowing his head to ask, "Are you the... Miracle Walker that His Excellency the Duke spoke of?"

There was no answer, so he asked again, "How much do you need for the consultation?"

There was still no answer. When I looked up again, the three-eyed skull was nowhere to be seen, and the seagulls had also flapped their wings and flown away, leaving only the cold winter night wind blowing in through the small window.

In Shita Town, a newborn baby is born and held in its mother's arms. The mother strokes the baby's wrinkled cheeks, while the witch prepares a steaming potion.

The three-eyed skeleton went outside, and the townspeople, having heard the news, knelt in a crowd in the night. They looked up expectantly, and the miraculous figure rose into the air and disappeared into the bright stars of the countryside that night.

(End of this chapter)