Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 95 Goods delivered, faith spread

Lin Bo’s homemade whale oil rejuvenating potion has become a relatively successful primary alchemical product.

The side effects of the drug are suppressed to an acceptable level, and even if taken multiple times in a short period of time, there will be no negative effects such as dizziness or confusion. However, to ensure the full effect of the drug, it is best to take one dose five minutes apart.

The efficacy of the rejuvenation potion is sufficient for a Lv5 rookie spellcaster like him. One potion can replenish the depleted spell power to about % within half a minute, which can meet the needs whether it is for combat emergencies or daily training.

If purchased on the trading platform, a potion with the same effect would cost around 80 Disaster Coins per bottle. The platform's buy-back price would also be around 60 or 70 Disaster Coins.

The production cost is relatively low. One of the main raw materials, refined whale oil, is a local specialty. He does not need to spend his disaster coins. The flesh and blood of sea spirits can also be brushed in dungeons, or directly purchased from players.

The rest of the herbs are all mushrooms simulated by the universal strain, and the cost is just some food and water.

However, earning Disaster Coins from selling whale oil revitalizing potions was still difficult. Currently, kitchen-level alchemists had limited real estate. Lin Bo didn't even have enough for himself, let alone any to sell.

By the time the improvement of the alchemical potion was completed, it was already past noon.

The little seagull stood on the top of the lighthouse, enjoying the sea breeze and looking at the figure approaching the entrance of the cape. It then reported the visitor's arrival to the wizard.

The old priest of the church walked to the low wall of the lighthouse with a merchant from the order.

"Was it like this here yesterday?" the businessman asked in a low voice.

“Why be surprised? This is the abode of miracles,” the old priest replied calmly, his hands clasped together.

"Okay, I won't ask any more questions."

Lin Bo stood at the lighthouse gate, separated from the two visitors by a wet concrete river.

The old priest and the merchant from the monastery did not dare to step into the muddy river, but knelt in front of the low wall outside the courtyard to pay homage.

The Night Watchman took out a skull mask and covered his face, whispering, "(Expletive) I command you to be as light as a feather."

The two people kneeling on the ground suddenly felt as if they had fallen into the calm sea. The air around them felt pressure, lifting up their curled up bodies, and with a slight push of their arms, they floated off the ground.

The monastic merchant screamed and paddled his limbs in the air, screaming like a drowning duck. The old priest relaxed and patted the merchant on the shoulder to help him calm down.

The miracle worker in front of the lighthouse chanted mantras, controlled a lump of iron left by the door, took it in his hand and shook it lightly. Two thin ropes extended from the iron, swam lightly through the atmosphere, and stopped in front of the visitor.

The old priest grabbed an iron rope without hesitation, pulling it with both hands alternately to pull the floating body forward.

The merchant from the monastery was trembling with fear, just holding the iron rope and not daring to move, but the rope contracted spontaneously, carrying him slowly forward amidst the suppressed exclamations.

The two of them followed a steel cable as thin as a straw, floated across the gray concrete river surface, and came to the lighthouse.

After their feet were firmly planted, the cursed power on their bodies dissipated, their bodies felt gravity again, and their rapidly beating hearts slowly calmed down.

The thin iron chain folded into a ball and landed back on the wall beside the door. Lin Bo took off the mage's face, invited them into the tower for a while, and asked the visitors why they came.

The merchant from the monastery wiped the sweat from his forehead. He said that he had concluded a whale business deal in Jinbei City and had already shipped the goods by sea to the dock in Shita Town. Now he wanted to ask the Miracle Walker how to deal with it.

"Go and bring the boat over." Lin Bo asked the merchant to park the cargo boat in the sea east of the lighthouse.

"My Lord, miracle! This time, when I went to the slaughterhouse to place an order, something terrible happened... It was the local gang in Jinbei City. Several of their burly thugs stopped me, questioned me, and threatened me. I repeatedly promised not to buy these leftovers again, but they extorted some money from me before letting me go."

Obviously, the scraps from the whale slaughterhouse had long been divided up by the local circles, and even the lowest-grade meat could be sold for a certain price in the poor neighborhoods.

The monastic merchant was a local businessman from Shita Town. He had no reliable connections in Jinbei City and was frightened out of his wits by the gang members.

After gently comforting the merchant, Lin Bo looked at the old priest, signaling him to speak. "My lord, even the nobles of Jinbei are troubled by the gangs. They are the unclean side of the city, a group of people nourished by poverty and violence. Often, new gangs will emerge every few years, replacing the old ones. The order cannot persuade them to give in for the time being."

Lin Bo nodded slightly. "Then don't worry about them. From now on, just purchase whale meat and bones directly."

Purchasing scraps was done out of the idea of ​​thriftiness, but since it turned out to be smelly, Lin Bo was no longer interested in it.

He comforted the blackmailed businessman and asked the old priest to withdraw money from the order's public account to compensate him for his losses in full.

The baboon-shaped Titan serves coffee to the guests.

The businessman was surprised and flattered when he saw the tall, furry beast put down the coffee on the table, and he also provided Lin Bo with a proficiency assessment of illusion.

After finishing their coffee, the visitors rose to depart. The merchant still had to go to the docks to ask for a cargo ship to arrive. Before leaving, the old priest asked the miracle worker for advice; he wanted to persuade the young men in town to join the order.

"...You know I am old and my mind has grown weak. I always feel guilty that there is no one in the Order who can guard you with a harpoon and a pistol."

Lin Bo just said, "Just go for it."

He saw the two off from the lighthouse and went out to the East Cliff Grottoes himself.

An hour later, a cargo ship from the dock passed the sea cliff and headed for the headland. Lin Bo put on a mask, shaped a small steel boat, rode the waves, and stopped the cargo ship.

The person driving the boat was an old fisherman from the order. Lin Bo still remembered him, the one who had undergone full-body surgery two days ago.

"Miracle!" The old fisherman let go of the oars and knelt down to worship.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Everything is fine, everything is fine. I feel as light and strong as a child again."

Lin Bo pulled his wrist, felt his pulse, and nodded.

The old fisherman's lips trembled with excitement. "Miracle! I tell my children good things about you every day. Can they join the order?"

"Let them do as they wish." Lin Bo stood on the boat and chatted with the old fisherman for a while.

Since receiving treatment that day, the old fisherman's health has amazed his family and neighbors.

He repeatedly stressed that this was the old man's blessing and the gift of the miracle worker, and everyone praised the night watchman's medical skills. The women in the bakery had rave reviews for this foreign young man.

After a conversation, the old fisherman looked comfortable as if he had been full, and stared at the face of the three-eyed skull for a long time.

He exchanged boats with Lin Bo, and the unmanned iron boat sailed on the sea, carrying him towards the shore. Until the old fisherman could no longer see the figure of the three-eyed skull, he knelt down, clasped his hands together, and prayed for a miracle to protect him and his descendants.

The iron ship glided to the shore and the old fisherman got off the boat. The silver steel ship melted like ice and snow in front of his eyes, and was reshaped into a silver iron chain, which flew away through the air.

The old fisherman prayed again and again, and when he turned to leave, he saw a young sailor standing idle not far away, with the fishing rod and fish bucket in his hands tilted to the ground, and several live fish jumping on the rocky beach. His face looked stupid as if he was extremely frightened.

"Hey, kid." The old fisherman walked up to him with dignity and satisfaction. "Kneel down and pray for a miracle. I wish you good health and a long life in the future."

The young sailor trembled and fell to the ground, offering a prayer to the clear blue ocean in the autumn afternoon. The iron chain flying over the sea still shone with a glittering silver light in his sight.

Until one moment, the silver rope fell into the sea and floated back to the night watchman. Lin Bo put the iron chain aside, controlled the waves to push the small boat under his feet, and headed towards the East Cliff Grotto.

(End of this chapter)