Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 46: The Night of Expelling the Waves

Lighthouse second floor.

A fresh pine tub was added to the bathroom floor.

The wooden barrel has a peculiar shape, with no seams on the top or bottom, as if it were hollowed out from a huge wooden stake. The surface is smooth and delicate without a trace of burrs, and has the same warmth as leather. When poured with hot water, it emits a pleasant fragrance.

Lin Bo was very satisfied with the new furniture.

A hurricane taught him a lot of new true name runes.

The most common things were various rocks and trees, bricks, granite, pebbles, sandstone, etc., pine trees, fir trees, oak trees and various shrubs, as well as streams that swollen after rainwater gathered. He once sat cross-legged in the waist-deep turbulent water and found out the true name of water.

Now he used the Fierce Control Technique to heat the clean rainwater and soaked his body in it, driving away the cold and relaxing his nerves.

He wanted to take a nap, but his frequent meditation kept his body and mind active, and he couldn't find a trace of sleepiness in his mind.

So the night watchman stood up, chanted his true name, let the water marks leave his body surface, and gathered the dirty water in the basin into a ball, which turned into a waterfall, flew out of the window, and fell outside the wall.

There was still a slight dampness on his body. He chanted the true name of his skin and used the Fierce Control Technique to shake it lightly, which produced a fine mist of water, and his whole body became completely dry.

In inclement weather, the skylight fades before the sun sets, and the lighthouse must be turned on when darkness descends upon the land and sea. Lin Bo purchased a sufficient amount of whale oil in advance to meet the power consumption of the extended working hours.

At night, it was still time to work hard. He sat at his desk. In his field of vision, besides the book in his hand, there was also a steel bullet hanging in the air.

If he is completely immersed in his studies, his control technique will be interrupted and the iron balls will fall with a sound.

This was his way of training his mental strength. Reading and understanding the knowledge in books was already a task that required great concentration. Lin Bo then used the flow control technique to control the iron ball, putting himself in a dilemma.

Lin Bo bought a set of materials for the "Concentration of Mind and Action" on the Zongwang player trading platform, using calming the mind as the key to developing unconscious potential.

He tried to make the maintenance of the control technique an instinct that did not require any thought, so that he could keep the iron ball suspended in the air while concentrating on learning.

Boom!
An unknown amount of time passed before the sound of an iron ball hitting the table startled him from his study. Lin Bo rubbed his forehead. Consuming mana while studying and thinking simultaneously was very draining.

The pouring wind and rain were still raging. Lin Bo walked to the window and looked at the dark courtyard. Even though this was the highest point on the cape, the accumulated water was almost submerging the base of the lighthouse.

He had passed through Shita Town during the day. The ditches and waterways that discharge floodwaters were already swollen. If it rained so heavily tonight, there was a high possibility of flooding. The houses in the low-lying areas of the town would most likely be submerged.

Even though hurricanes strike every year and coastal residents have made every possible defense, disasters still strike suddenly. No hurricane goes away peacefully; it always takes a few lives.

Lin Bo drank a whale oil potion and went to the third floor to check the generator set and the automatic winding motor that had just been assembled last week. This was a machine he developed himself that could wind the rotating device at regular intervals.

Everything was normal, and the night watchman was relieved. He decided to leave his post without permission, and before leaving, he asked the iron guards to keep an eye on the house. Of course, he spoke in Knin, which the robots couldn't understand. It was just a necessary ritual to convey the sense of ritual. Someone had to be watching over the house.

Lin Bo walked to the door and looked at the wet windbreaker on the coat rack, hesitating whether to take a new one, but thinking that he would be soaked again soon, he just put on the wet clothes, put on the wizard's face, picked up a whale oil lamp, and hurried away.

Iron One walked to the window on the third floor and waved goodbye to the small heat source that was moving away at high speed in the infrared field of view.

The flood discharge channel in Shita Town is overflowing and the surface water level is rising continuously.

Almost every household had lights on.

Under the dim blue whale oil lamplight, muddy water like yellow soup rushed into the house through the crack in the door. Adults held basins and children held cups of water and tried their best to pour the accumulated water out of the window. The old man used a chisel to poke rags and worn jackets into the crack in the door to reinforce it.

They shouted "Hurry up!" and "Get out of the way!", but the roar of the wind and rain outside the house did not stop, making the words they shouted unclear.

This experience is the childhood impression of many coastal residents. Every time a hurricane hits, their homes are in chaos.

Wei Li and Qiao Lun sat on the bed. The world at their feet had become a swamp. The accumulated water poured in endlessly and continued to rise. They were powerless to stop it. They could only hold the lamp and watch the river of death rushing towards them.

A tin wine glass floating on the water was picked up by the old woman beside the bed.

"Ahem. Why are you still bothering with that?" the old teacher coughed from the cold. Even if they hadn't been submerged in the water, they would have likely died from hypothermia.

Wei Li placed the wine glass in the alcove beside the bed. "When the hurricane passes and the neighbors come here to clean up the bodies for us, I don't want this place to be a complete mess. At least, look, there's a neatly placed wine glass here."

"I love your sense of humor, Wei Li." The old teacher chuckled.

"Well, now is the time to pray to the Five Gods."

"May the benevolent mother protect us..." "May the elder shelter us..." Whoosh—

Amid the clamor of rain outside the window, a heavy, slow noise, like waves, emerged. For a moment, the two elderly people thought it was water washing ashore, but the water level inside the house began to drop at a noticeable rate.

"The Five Gods perform miracles!" Qiao Lun exclaimed at the strange sight before him.

Wei Li caught a glimpse of the light coming in through the window, turned her head, and a dark three-eyed skull mask suddenly came into her sight. It appeared outside the window at some point in time.

She suspected that it was the god of death, but she was calm and composed about it, and could even bow her head in dignity and worship to the skull face.

Qiao Lun also saw it and murmured tremblingly: "Old man, protect us walking on the edge and in the night, so that terror cannot harm us..."

The three-eyed skull nodded to them, then turned his face and strolled past the window. The shining light in his hand illuminated the towering waves behind him, like a group of giant yellow dogs, following the man's footsteps into the distance.

"He's gone," Wei Li said.

"What on earth is that?" the old teacher couldn't stop coughing.

His wife patted his back and sighed carelessly and leisurely: "I think it should be the miracle itself."

Within the range illuminated by the lights, Lin Bo controlled the accumulated water to turn it into waves, rolling along the streets, saving the houses that were about to be flooded.

When the accumulated water in the low-lying streets was carried to the suburbs and poured down, the heavy rain continued. Limbaugh was unable to widen the flood channel or stop the hurricane. Unable to solve the problem once and for all, he could only put out fires everywhere.

He looked down at the town from the air, observing the damage to the houses and rescuing the families in danger.

Reciting his true name, he rebuilt the crumbling doors and windows, and used flowing iron balls to seal the gaps in the brick walls, trying his best to prevent the accumulated water from invading again.

The situation is often most serious in houses where only elderly people live, as they are unable to drain the accumulated water in time.

Lin Bo sealed the door completely, leaving only a crack in the window for ventilation.

The mayor, sweating profusely, bailed out water with his wife and children. With such a severe hurricane, the damage on land must be even worse at sea. He sighed for Viscount Pearl.

Why didn't he follow the Night Watchman's advice? May the old man protect him and his family through this disaster.

Suddenly, a ray of light came in through the window, and the water in the house spontaneously receded from the crack in the door.

He looked out the window in astonishment.

"Old man...what is this?"

The wife and children hugged each other in fear, and the mayor stood in front of them tremblingly.

The skull mask shook his head slightly, turned around and disappeared without a trace.

The family looked at the slightly flooded ground, and all of them felt a wonderful feeling in their hearts.

"That's a man, Dad," whispered the mayor's youngest son.

"I know, no, it was a miracle. The miracle that saved us." The mayor suddenly changed his words, his heart filled with a strong sense of déjà vu. When was the last time he had such a wonderful experience?

That night, many townspeople who were terrified by the natural disaster and flood saw the skull face coming in from the waves outside the window. Wherever his eyes passed, the flood receded, the doors of the houses flowed like water, the bricks and stones played like musical instruments, and many holes that had been neglected for a long time were repaired.

At dawn, the rain stopped and the wind died down, and the world seemed to have escaped a catastrophe and was fresh and comfortable. The residents of Stone Tower Town came out of their homes to visit each other, confirming from each other that the strange sights they had witnessed the previous night were no illusions.

Despite such a natural disaster, no one died. The elderly people leaned out of the windows and marveled at the sturdy houses on the street.

The three-eyed skull holding a lantern outside the window was on everyone's lips in the town.

People call him the Miracle Worker.

Although the hurricane has not yet passed, the air of despair has been driven away.

As daylight rose, the lighthouse went out.

The night watchman was taking a peaceful nap beside the warm fire pit on the first floor, wrapped in a blanket, with his head lowered.

(End of this chapter)