Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 37: Blowing Iron Flying Blade, the Third Controlling Technique

Back at the lighthouse, no patients had come to visit yet. The fishermen in Stone Tower Town were catching up on their sleep, their wives were mending their nets, the children were locked up in school, and the workers had not yet left work.

Lin Bo turned on the generator to charge Iron One.

He will rely on this robot later, so he feeds it a full meal in advance.

A thick piece of wood and an iron hatchet. The night watchman placed the wood on the ground and handed the hatchet to Iron Guard One.

Recalling this morning, the tin man was messing around with his tools, making a clanging sound very energetically, so Lin Bo hoped that this guy would be more smart and take the initiative to chop wood.

Perhaps it was because he was frightened by the waves created by the wizard's mantra, that even though Iron Guard was holding a hatchet, he was very honest and did not dare to touch the wood.

Lin Bo had no choice but to take back the hatchet, symbolically chopped the wood a few times, leaving a few marks, and then handed the knife back.

With his active demonstration, the intelligent core of Iron Guard judged Lin Bo's intention and began to imitate it actively.

"Very good." The night watchman watched happily as the Iron Guard began to chop wood with the hatchet.

He tied the silk thread he had prepared in advance to the handle of the knife, held one end in his hand and stretched it straight, and with the skill of diagnosing pulses by hanging a thread, he began to sense the language of steel.

Lin Bo slowly exhaled and fell into a state of suspended animation.

Benedict! Benedict!
As the steel struck the wood, its gentle, powerful vibrations transformed into words, only to be drowned out by the wood's complaints. Lin Bo was able to glimpse the True Name rune in the silence.

It becomes clearer and clearer, and brighter and brighter.

Once he mastered the true name of Steel, it would not only mean that Lin Bo could train the Fierce Control Technique with confidence, but also that he would have an additional important means of combat.

Riding steel into the air to attack, the killing power must be far greater than that of flesh and blood, and it is easy to chop off the enemy's head from a hundred steps away.

With this method of attack, Lin Bo no longer has to recite his true name every time he fights, greatly reducing the risk of leaks.

Tap! Click!

After a crisp sound, the rhythmic chopping was interrupted. The Iron True Name that was about to fully manifest in Lin Bo's mind gradually dimmed, and no matter how hard he tried to recall it, he could not catch up.

He had to quit meditation.

Opening his eyes, he saw that Iron Guard had at some point stood the wood upright and chopped it down along the growth line with the blade. In just a few strokes, he split it in half.

"You should continue chopping." Lin Bo was helpless. He deliberately placed the wood horizontally to make it difficult for the hatchet to chop, but Iron Guard's autonomous learning behavior corrected the night watchman's mistake.

The two sides couldn't speak the same language, and it was completely confusing. Iron Guard One, self-righteously completing his mission, released the hilt of his sword, and quietly stood back to the wall.

The wizard held the silk thread in his hand, and the hatchet at the other end fell to the ground. He threw the silk thread away, took a deep breath, and let the frustration of failure dissipate from his heart.

Perhaps replacing a stronger piece of wood or a duller knife would have changed the outcome. It would simply be a matter of starting over. Most work in the world is repetitive, and encountering minor setbacks on the path of mage training is perfectly normal.

Lin Bo has tried three times, at the Shipbuilder, at the East Cliff Grottoes, and now at the Lighthouse, and all three attempts to find out Steel's true name have been unsatisfactory.

He couldn't help but wonder if his luck was just that bad?

No, this has nothing to do with luck. True name detection has a fixed and clear process. If the result is not satisfactory, instead of blaming it on luck, it is better to reflect on the mistakes in the method.

The night watchman walked to the window and looked out at the sea. He had drilled a hole in the wooden window frame with an electric drill, and air was blowing in. He was going to connect the wires to this hole.

After a busy few nights, Lin Bo has set up and debugged the electrical equipment on the third floor, ensuring that the current output by the generator is stable enough. Now he can officially lay the circuit.

He planned to run the wires from the window of the mechanical room on the third floor, extend them downward along the outer wall of the lighthouse, and then pass through the windows on the first and second floors to connect to the interior. This way, there would be no need to damage the walls and floors, only holes would need to be drilled in a few window frames.

There were some sawdust left over from drilling on the windowsill, and a small iron knife that had been left there at some point.

This is a small knife used for opening oysters.

Rather than saying it is a knife, it is more like a rectangular piece of iron, about the length of a little finger, with a sharp edge only at the tip.

There were four or five knives like this in the lighthouse. The former lighthouse keeper liked to eat shellfish, which was cheap and delicious. Because he was getting old and his memory was failing, he often forgot where he put his oyster knife, so he bought a few extra as spares. This one was a gift from him to Lin Bo.

During the first few nights after arriving, Lin Bo and Old Tim often sat around the fire pit, hanging a pot and eating freshly stewed mussels. They would cut the byssus with a small knife, pick up the juicy and hot mussel meat with the blade, and put it into their mouths.

They would often bring a bucket of oysters to the third floor, open the window, let the sea breeze in, and eat until the floor was covered with oyster shells and their burps smelled of seaweed.

Seeing the small knife he had left behind, Lin Bo's tongue recognized it before his eyes. He still remembered putting the knife and the shellfish meat into his mouth, the tip of his tongue touching the cold blade, and the faint metallic taste like a seasoning.

Since old Tim passed away, Lin Bo has not eaten oysters again. The knife has been left on the windowsill, eroded by the moisture of the sea breeze and has developed spots of rust.

He grabbed the knife and thought about the taste of oysters and mussels, but those idle nights were gone, and he didn't have the leisure to buy a few pounds of shellfish to satisfy his craving.

Lin Bo looked at the rust on the blade and had a guess in his mind: what can silence steel is not only the howling wind and the vibrating wood, but also the rust left on the steel by time and sea breeze.

Since touch and hearing couldn't effectively capture the true name of steel, perhaps taste could. After all, metal and stone objects could be used as medicinal ingredients, and the pharmacist's tongue-sense method was always to discern whether they were meat or vegetables.

Lin Bo soaked the knife in alcohol, took it out after a while to dry it, and then held it in his mouth.

The taste of iron is bland, while rust is salty and fishy. Rust speaks impulsively and violently, like the boastful sailors in the tavern.

The words of steel were suffocating. It was telling how it was smelted and cast from ore. It also remembered those plain nights when Lin Bo had held it and confronted the hard oyster shells. The juice of the shellfish was not wiped off, which was also a major reason for the formation of rust.

Lin Bo's silent heart opened to the language of steel, just like a drop of water knocking in a dry well, the echo that came out was the true name of steel.

This time, the true name was discovered without any unexpected circumstances and went extremely smoothly, which showed that he had indeed found the right path.

The mage sat cross-legged in meditation. After a while, he opened his eyes and began to recite vague words.

"(True Word) Steel."

call! ——

He exhaled a dull, dim silver light, which stretched into a long string of afterimages in his field of vision. The torn air let out a sharp whistle, and the knife pierced into the wall at an extremely fast speed, nailing it to the bricks.

He succeeded. Ultimately, it was the Medicine Master Tongue Knowledge that took on the responsibility.

Lin Bo stared at the iron knife on the wall. Once the object controlled by the Mantra Control Technique leaves the mage's range of perception, the control will automatically terminate. This range depends on the sensory abilities of vision, smell, taste, hearing, and touch.

Now, in his sight, the iron knife rolled back and hovered in front of him.

"Buzz--" The blade began to vibrate and emit a series of buzzing sounds. Gradually, it became hotter and hotter and began to emit a red light.

Divide your attention into two tasks and perform two control techniques at the same time.

The red-hot iron knife circled slowly in the air like a dragonfly over a summer pond.

An oxide layer forms on the surface of the scorching hot knife, and with the continuous high-speed vibration, the oxidized rust also peels off piece by piece, like red snowflakes.

Lin Bo was worried about causing a fire, so he unscrewed the kettle and poured water on the red knife. After a hissing sound, steam rose and the knife gradually cooled down.

Due to the drastic temperature difference, a large number of fine cracks appeared on the blade, making it look like a piece that had failed quenching in a sword forging competition.

After waiting for a while, he held the knife that had basically cooled down, and gently brushed the crack with his fingertips, imagining that it was a piece of soft mud that would become smooth again after being squeezed and kneaded.

At this moment, the Word Spirit was still in operation. Facing the wizard's command, even steel became soft and obedient. The blade brushed by Lin Bo's fingertips was indeed like soft mud, slightly concave, and the cracks on the surface were also gently smoothed out.

Ding--

[Professional behavior detected, skill determination successful! ]

[Activated professional skills: Mantra Control - Life]

Mantra Control - Life: Lv1 (0/1000) Basic Mantra, reshapes the form of all things by speaking the mantra
A tree bends and straightens, and a gentleman is made of it. —Proverbs

(End of this chapter)