World Occult User Guide

Three days had passed since the "World Tree System 1.0" was distributed to the two Meyer Mezzo sisters. Lin An called them to inspect the results.

He originally thought that Mezzo, who had a faster reading speed and better comprehension skills, would perform well in the assessment. He did not expect that she would not know everything about every question. Instead, Mezzo, who was beating the drum in his heart, answered meticulously.

She told Lin An that after the sleepy Mezuo got tired of playing with the "snake logo", he never looked at the information again.

Is this the difference between a god of learning and a master of learning...

Lin An had nothing to do with Mezuo who had his own way of doing things. The most important thing was that he had been struggling with whether to let Mezuo wake up.

Her medium tendency is "Prophet", and she is at least a Legend rating or above.

It is really dangerous for Lin An, who has the "knowledge seeker" medium, to have a mysterious person who can influence thinking unconsciously by his side.

Let's slow down for now.

Seeing that Mei Zuo didn't like to study, Lin An didn't push it. Listening to Mei Zuo's usage report and suggestions, he modified the information of the World Tree system to make it more complete, convenient, and easy to understand.

On the other hand, the tireless Mezzo is on the verge of becoming a mystic. Her potential also starts at the legendary level. Unfortunately, Lin An does not have a high-rated "God of Farming" entry.

After much deliberation, he could only put in [Eidolon] as he had done before. It could only help Meyer understand "Comes", but it would be difficult to improve her rating.

At the myth level, according to Lin An's observation, some prerequisite ritual corresponding to the mysterious prototype must be completed.

The prototypes and rituals that correspond to each other are generally in the hands of aristocratic families. If they are willing, they can even "batch" create mythical ones, such as the six deacons of the inspection team under Joshua.

However, according to Rocky's revelation, the mysterious name seems to have an impact on the existing source level. Therefore, the aristocratic family cannot unscrupulously spawn the myth level, and sometimes even actively kills them to prevent accidental "deviation".

Before, Lin An didn't understand why Rocky said that [Sariel] must be the "Lord of Dreams." Now, after getting the mysterious Encyclopedia 2.0 created by the Duke, he gradually understood the importance of the deviation value.

Repeated mysterious archetypes may affect the "letter names" of some gods.

Fortunately, Lin An's two mysteries are the only ones in the world, so there is no need to worry about this. Due to their different stances, he and most of the aristocratic families are mortal enemies.

If he hadn't known about the prerequisite rituals, Lin An would have wanted to create a bunch of mythical ones in one go. If it affected the related gods and demigods, it would be an accident - an unexpected surprise.

Unfortunately, Meyer's mysterious tree diagram showed all question marks, and he couldn't even begin to study it.

Only a small amount of information can be used to tell Meyer that he has done something that has contributed to the spotted lion tribe recently, so that he can adapt to and understand the radiation of the farming god of "Comes" in advance.

For example, tomorrow is the day for the spotted lion people to "go to the market."

After living in the tribe for two weeks, Lin An thought that except for the tiger fish tribe, all rainforest people lived a self-sufficient life of catching and eating.

The rainforest is rich in resources. In addition to the meat and fish from the hunting team, Lin An has seen a lot of results from the gathering team in the past few days.

For example, mangowansi beans, sugar cane, nguba (groundnut beans), malala (blood orange), mankondo (plantain), nanasi (pineapple), nanasimpouin (papaya).

Although they are either sour as hell or bitter as hell.

The staple food is usually thick tree sap filtered through a simple mesh. The tribesmen mix its starch with water and soil to make a cake; or fermented cassava, then wrapped in leaves and roasted, a bit like rice dumplings.

But they are invariably difficult to swallow.

Lin An also tried kola nut, which was bitter in the mouth and hit the nose.

Gifts from nature are not necessarily fresh and sweet, but those that are highly processed or artificially cultivated are more fragrant.

"Go to the market" is the news that the elder told Lin An. In the past, spotted lions were too weak and could only form two hunting teams and one gathering team. It was difficult to separate people to embark on a long journey, so the last time they went to the market was Half a year ago.

Now that Lin An is here, the number of spotted lions has increased. The great elder and Lin An introduced the "market" activities of the rainforest people.

He said that from here, walking south along the Kuba River, you can reach a "Mazouz" market.

This is the only market nearby, gathering a mixed crowd of businessmen from all walks of life, including many powerful intelligence dealers.

Occasionally, a ship from Kinshasa passes the riverbank, and passengers exchange money for fresh ingredients with market merchants.

Whether it is to improve your life or gather intelligence, Mazouz Bazaar is a place worth visiting.

What's more, Zai had previously warned Lin An not to drink the water from the south, and the so-called Kuba River in the south refers to Mazouz Bazaar's generation.

What happened there?

It was actually worth Zai putting aside his hatred and specifically asking Lin An to warn the tribes in the rainforest through the illusion.

Lin An's deep premonition emerged from the great elder's profound smile.

The changes in the water source near Mazouz Market are inseparable from the [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce].

He took the three Misulu brothers and a hunting team, carrying some pickled fish, meat, fruits and valuable animal skins and teeth, and started a "market" expedition.

The spotted lion tribe already has five hunting teams and three gathering teams, so they are not worried about the lack of manpower.

It was Thursday morning when the group set out, but it was already Saturday morning when they arrived. The journey lasted two days and two nights.

No wonder the Spotted Lion tribe didn't dare to go to the market. Just the danger they might encounter might cause them to be wiped out and lose all their trading supplies.

As the distance decreases, the dense rainforest of towering trees, ferns, thick mud and rotting leaves gradually becomes sparse, and a line of compacted red earth spreads out amid the chirping of birds.

The sun penetrates the no longer layered tree canopy, and the early morning halo coats the entire world with a pink film. The tall palm tree trunks cast thin black shadows, cutting the bumpy paths into squares and trapezoids. fragments,

The sun rose, exactly six o'clock in the morning.

Fine dust floated in the air, which was dyed rose-colored by the bright sunshine. At first glance, it seemed that there were colorful confetti used to celebrate birthdays from far and near.

A strange sour smell floated along with the dust, and Lin An could now identify it as the smell of roasted fermented cassava rice, which is called "Chikwanga" in Bantu language.

He tasted it once and found it sticky and stuck in his throat. It was very unpalatable.

However, the presence of cassava rice means there are traces of human activity nearby.

Misuru, with a rosy face, pointed to the end of the red dirt road and shouted: "We are here!"

The Mazouz Market is located on the southern main stream of the Kuba River. Merchants have built a long row of mud huts next to each other, leaning against the trees.

These temporary buildings all knelt down facing east, as if praying not to collapse.

The sun behind the hut took on the shape of a pink dot. It was hazy and unreal, as if the land the sun was shining on was somewhere else, far away from here.

On the other side of the river was pleated khaki mud, like a huge old carpet, gradually disappearing into the misty light blue sky.

It leads to the closest Bantu city to the rainforest, Mbambuka.

Even though it was early in the morning, the sound of enthusiastic sales was heard one after another, and the wind carried it to the ears of the group.

Misulu's big and bright eyes looked at the stranger walking towards him. From time to time, his muscles tensed and he subconsciously assumed an offensive posture.

Mezzo yawned, feeling sleepy from the trip, while Meyer wiped her wet forehead with the back of her hand and bit her lip.

The spotted lion tribe members carried trading supplies on their backs and entered the lively market.

Most of the merchants huddled in the hut are from Mbambuka City, and the rainforest tribes trade animal skins, tusks, and minerals with them in exchange for goods in the city.

Compared with the latter who live a primitive life without fighting against the world, these people are a true portrayal of modern Bantu.

Children running around were either wearing rags donated by a Baptist charity or naked.

Mother wore a sarong and wrapped a large square cloth around her upper body if possible. Most of her breasts and thighs were visible, but no one cared.

The men were of all kinds, some were wearing long-sleeved shirts, some were wearing button-down shirts, and there were also small men walking around in small underwear with children's designs on them, and no one passing by thought they were funny either.

A businessman who greeted Lin An wore black and white clothes with steel buttons and looked like a prisoner.

They were either barefoot or wearing sandals made of car tires, or pointed-toe shoes that had been discarded from somewhere, cracked black rubber rain boots, and light pink plastic flip-flops, which were so damaged that they looked like heritage from the last century.

Various brightly colored objects, such as plastic buckets, seemed out of place when they were holding them in their hands; they were in two different time and space classes from the modern society that Lin An recognized.

Compared with this group of people, Misuru, who was wearing animal skins and straw shoes, was actually "well-dressed".

The space in the market was crowded, and many merchants held various things on their heads, including a huge glass jar filled with palm wine, a bundle of elephant grass firewood, and another container containing A large enamel vat filled with green leafy vegetables.

Their sense of balance amazed Lin An, no less than the acrobats under the spotlight at Bodehui.

Some men bring their families, and their wives look very young, but their eyes are full of vicissitudes of life and sadness, they are not excited by anything, they are indifferent and numb, as if they have seen a lot.

These are the eyes of a married person.

The children tied behind their backs, both male and female, had their heads shaved. The elder mentioned this custom to Lin An. She said it was to prevent the hair from consuming protein.

"Bilaqi! Bilaqi!"

The older children pointed at Lin An.

Misulu shouted at them: "Get out of here!" and they dispersed like birds and beasts.

Bileqi means "Flanders". They think Lin An's skin is too white, as if he comes from the West.

This also convinced Lin An that the [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce] had activities here.

Walking through the crowded stalls, Lin An looked for the information dealer while observing the goods on both sides with interest.

There were green bananas and pink plantains on the stalls, except for the improved yellow bananas. There were also onions, carrots, or bowls of small tomatoes for sale. They were strangely shaped but expensive. Lin An even saw bottles of them. Light orange soda.

It's a pity that this is not Fanta, but an inferior drink without an ingredient list and a production license, a pure three-no product.

Lin An bought a bottle. The yellow-orange soda reminded him of the Arctic Ocean in his hometown.

After passing a few stalls, a woman was selling pieces of mysterious black solid matter.

At first Lin An thought it was soap. Unexpectedly, when the woman saw Lin An holding the drink, she eagerly asked him to take a sip.

Is it food?

Lin An took the cube handed over by the woman and licked it tentatively. It was sweet and had the fragrance of coconut. The woman introduced to him that it was fried shredded coconut.

It was rare to find a good dessert, so Lin An simply bought all the cubes and planned to give them to the spotted lion tribe to try.

They had become separated just now in the crowded market.

What Lin An delivered to the other party was a crocodile skin offered by other tribes. The woman looked very satisfied and kept saying thank you in sign language and French - Bantu people living in cities generally speak French.

In addition to food and clothes, Lin An met a herbalist in the noisy market.

He had gray hair and wore a relatively clean white robe. He looked quite divine, like a preaching priest, but he had two AKs on his waist.

This gave him a separate stall without having to crowd in with other people.

The herbalist sells aspirin, fragrant pink pills, yellow pills that smell of lees, dried animal organs, and charms with strange patterns. There is a soft black velvet cloth under the goods.

When Lin An passed by, he was treating a patient.

The herbalist first listens to what the other person says is uncomfortable, and then tells him which pills he needs to buy.

The patient said he had no money to buy the medicine, so the herbalist gave him a lucky charm and told him to go home and stop imagining things.

Not only were there goods, Lin An also saw a bunch of stalls selling haircuts, sewing, and repairs, as well as a man with a sewing machine, mending clothes for others on the spot.

The skillful barber divided the woman's hair into many locks in an intricate way, and then braided them together, like hundreds of black wool balls being wonderfully braided together.

A group of people gathered at the barber booth, and enthusiastic onlookers told Lin An, "If you can't grow your own hair, then look at other people's hair."

Before finding the intelligence dealer, Lin An suddenly heard the sound of rushing water in the distance.

The lively market suddenly boiled with excitement. Merchants rushed to the river bank with their goods on their heads. The passengers on the boat were the targets of a huge deal for them.

Lin An was also a little curious. He leaned closer to the herbalist, his consciousness sank into the "One Eye of God", and his field of vision suddenly increased.

A dilapidated ship came into view. The sign that it could carry 50 people had long faded. The top was crowded with densely packed passengers, at least about 800, which overwhelmed the old ship, which was in disrepair.

While Lin An continued to observe, an ominous premonition came over him.

He seemed to feel something and turned to the other side of Mazouz Market. Several people hiding in the woods set up mortars and aimed them at the ship full of people without saying a word.