Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 54: The Eye of the Bird

The little king stayed beside Linbo and ran to his shoulder. The night watchman smiled and caught it in his palm, whispering a command: "(Expletive) Bird, I will borrow your eyes to observe everything in the world."

It was a simple spell, aimed at the little king, but he only used the magic word "bird." Lin Bo knew that if he knew the seagull's real name and added it to the spell, the effect would be much better.

Until now, Lin Bo has not found a good way to find out the real name of the animal.

He once stopped to stroll in the woods when a hurricane was coming. The towering trees could only stand still in the face of the hurricane and complained miserably to the wizard, but the insects, birds and beasts knew how to avoid danger and seek good fortune.

The insects and birds that couldn't withstand the disaster died immediately, and their real names changed accordingly. Those that survived hid safely in their nests, rarely speaking, and Lin Bo couldn't hear their language.

If you want to find out the true names of animals, you need to let them fight back unyieldingly when they are suppressed by another voice, and insist on expressing their own souls in distress and despair.

But this situation is too rare, so he has never found a suitable opportunity and probably has to find another way.

Lin Bo chanted the spell, and when the magic took effect, the little seagull's vision was immediately shared with his eyes.

Now he could see the little king in his hand and himself in the little king's eyes at the same time.

This double perspective was very uncomfortable. He quickly closed his eyes and relied solely on the little seagull's eyes to observe the world.

Birds can see richer colors than humans, and their eyes can detect ultraviolet light, so it took Limbaugh a little time to readjust.

Then, through the little king's eyes, he saw the huge human wizard open his lips and utter the words: "(magic words) Go, fly around and come back."

"Let's go!" The little seagull immediately ran out.

It's like wearing holographic glasses to control a drone and watching the rapidly moving scenery in the camera. The difference is that Lin Bo cannot control the movement trajectory of the little king and can only passively receive everything it sees.

The ground of Dongya Grottoes flashed by, the offshore reefs disappeared in an instant, and endless waves came towards us. Between the vast sky and sea, there was a paradise for wind and flying birds.

This perspective is not uncommon for Lin Bo, as he himself has the ability to fly.

But the sensory experience when flying by yourself is more complex, with the coolness and resistance of the wind blowing in your face, the ocean scent in your breath, etc. Now it is just sharing the vision, and your attention can be more focused on observing the scenery.

Following the little seagull's eyes around the sky, Lin Bo took the initiative to disconnect the spell power, and the shared vision disappeared.

This spell is quite useful, not only for vision, but also for other senses.

The distance between the mage and the recipient does not affect the speed of mana consumption. He roughly estimated that without replenishing mental strength, the visual link can be maintained for about half an hour.

If the spell is cast using the true name, the duration of this spell will be greatly extended. If the spell is designed to be more complex and sophisticated, it can share all senses at once.

This required him to continue pondering and researching. For the time being, being able to use his flying pet as his eyes and ears, achieving a similar effect to a drone, was already satisfying to him.

Next, there will be a practical exercise, and Lin Bo plans to make a special attempt.

Open the dungeon transmission channel and enter the ancient machinery factory.

First, he cleared the guards outside. Lin Bo stood at the entrance of the first floor of the factory and cast a spell on the little seagull again, sharing the vision with it.

Then, Lin Bo took out an iron ball from his ammunition bag, stared at the iron ball with the help of his pet's eyes, and recited the real name of steel with his lips.

"(True Word) Steel."

The iron ball was as gentle and docile as usual, flying into the air and hovering in front of the little king.

Even if the wizard indirectly explores the world through the senses of other creatures, the things he senses cannot escape the power of his words.

This also means that his casting space has been greatly expanded.

Limbaugh commanded the seagulls, "(magic language) Little guy, find all the tin men here, get close to them, and stare at them."

"quack."

The seagull flew into the factory, and the iron ball followed closely, never leaving its field of vision. The little king was able to identify each of the mechanical guards hidden in the complex terrain of the first floor.

The white bird landed on the shelf and stared sideways at the mechanical guard hiding in the corner. It looked harmless, and even the guard's attack program was not activated.

However, as the seagull paused, within the quiet expanse of its gaze, a suspended iron pellet, extending into a thin, willow-leaf-shaped spike, silently tore through the air, transforming into a silver streak that pierced the guard's neck bone, completing a swift and decisive strangulation. The little king flew and stopped intermittently, the deadly iron pellet following him like a shadow, quickly clearing out all the guards on the first floor with remarkable efficiency.

"(Magic words) Bird, come back."

Maintaining visual sharing and mantra control at the same time was quite difficult. Since he had already tried it out and was satisfied with the result, Lin Bo cleaned up the remaining second and third floors by himself.

End the daily brushing activity.

He returned to the cave and continued to implement the construction plan. Now the scale of the mushroom garden needed to be further expanded. The greenhouse could no longer accommodate the growing fungal mat, so he demolished it entirely.

The fungal mat developed by the all-round bacteria can spread endlessly if there are sufficient nutrients. If it is not controlled, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not evolve into a disaster that destroys the planet's ecosystem.

Lin Bo was wary of this and would not rush the mycelium growth just to increase yields. For now, he'd confined the mushrooms to the central courtyard, hoping to expand the fungal blanket later, once more safeguards were in place.

From dusk until late at night, the seagulls he had sent out as spies returned one after another.

The late-returning Fungus-talking Seagull didn't find any good humans in the East Cliff Grottoes, so it flew directly to the lighthouse.

They reported to the wizard what they saw along the way. Through their poor language, Lin Bo roughly understood how many ships were traveling on the sea that day.

Many of the expedition ships from the pre-hurricane treasure-hunting frenzy were returning to the nearby port of Kimbe.

This large-scale collective expedition was undoubtedly a tragedy. The names of those who were missing or killed were already being published in the newspapers brought back to Jinbei City by the workers from Shita Town.

As for whether there will be explorers who will continue to go out to sea despite not giving up, probably there will be.

Unless one day the treasure is proven to be non-existent, there will always be desperate people who want to get rich overnight and embark on the journey.

The farthest distance the Fungus-Speaking Seagulls explored was three hundred miles away, arriving at a deserted island far away from shipping routes and civilized society, and even discovered human figures.

The seagulls cried and said that there was only one person living on the entire island, and the human village on the island seemed deserted.

In addition, there are also populations of seagulls on the island, and it plans to recruit those of its kind to the East Cliff Grotto tomorrow to join the majestic and sublime White Swamp.

When Lin Bo heard about the so-called deserted island inhabited by one person, his first thought was Robinson Crusoe. Then he considered that there was a human village on the island, perhaps a dying natural village, which was the last remaining residents on the island.

At night, Lin Bo arranged for Junyu Seagull to patrol Shita Town and return to inform people if he found whale oil lamps hanging in the houses.

While they lack the night vision of an owl, they have no problem detecting obvious light sources.

Seagulls don't sleep much, often waking up after a few minutes of nap. They take many naps a day. The fragmented sleep greatly extends their activity time, so it is no problem for them to help Lin Bo keep watch at night.

The seagulls sounded the alarm several times that night, but they were all false alarms, either because of the night watchman with a lantern or the lights of the early morning fish market at the pier.

Lin Bo continued to train them according to the Beastmaster Ranger Manual, constantly correcting their mistakes, and the Fungus Whispering Seagull's misjudgment rate dropped significantly. After all, this was only the first day of taming, and as the pets' training progressed, they would become more and more humane.

The members of the Tower Guard Order all prepared a lamp at home, polished and cleaned it carefully, and did not allow others to touch it. They even hid it secretly to prevent their descendants from touching the lamp when they were old and their influence was unknown.

The mayor's wife saw the black circle on his forehead, so she went home and rummaged through the drawers and cabinets, and even carefully polished the glass cover of the whale oil lamp with a rag, suspecting that he had gone to church and was mentally ill.

"Lorcan, dear, what's the matter with you?"

The mayor held the whale oil lamp in his arms like a treasure. "Listen, if something happens to your family someday, a very, very serious accident, even if all your property is gone. It wouldn't count unless someone is dying. In that case, you hang this lamp under the eaves."

"Okay, so why did you take my jewelry box? It's a family heirloom from my grandmother."

"Not just your jewelry box, I'm going to take away anything vintage in the house. Just hope these old items are valuable. After all, they are... well."

That is the agreement between mortals and saints.

The mayor pursed his lips and swallowed the words, but it was like eating a mouthful of sweet frosting, and a smile could not help but appear on his face.

Seeing him smiling so foolishly, his wife couldn't help but sigh: "He must be mentally ill."

"Hmph, sooner or later you'll become as stupid as me. Just wait and see, dear." The mayor muttered, packed up all the old things in the house, put them in a box, and went out to the church.

(End of this chapter)