Chapter two hundred and eighteen the death of the president
Early in the morning, the bells in Wulian City rang continuously.
According to the custom of Midi, this is the death of the most important person in a city, which is an act that will be announced to the whole city.
Such bells ringing in Wulian City only mean that the old president, Cheng Guo Yidun, has passed away.
Some people feel sad, some feel lucky, and some people have mixed feelings. To the magicians who are keen on power, the old president is like a giant, suppressing all careerists. But it is undeniable that he
It also brought the best of times to the Xijia District Branch of the Magicians Association.
Especially in the last few years, forums have flourished and related things have emerged in endlessly. Those who cannot keep up with the times will eventually be eliminated. But the masters are people who are at the forefront of the times, so there are no old and pedantic ideas to slow down the pace.
Of course, the founder of the forum is not the president. But as soon as something new comes out, he leads the entire branch to keep up with the pioneering pace. This kind of courage and vision, even those who hate the old president
, admired him equally. So at Chengguo Eaton’s funeral, almost all the magicians from Wulian City came.
When the president passes away, the association will of course have certain rituals and procedures, but it does not force all magicians to attend.
Those respectable masters, no matter whether it comes from the heart or not, they will definitely come. Making a gesture and showing a little respect will have some advantages in carving up the power behind the president.
As for ordinary magicians, it depends on their respective attitudes. There have also been situations where there were more people serving as guards than guests at the funeral of a certain president. But at Chengguo Eaton's funeral, as long as he stayed in Wulian City or
Almost all the magicians around were here, and Lin was among the crowd.
Many of the policies of the old president have provided real help to magicians at the lowest level. In particular, many people have received help since their apprentice days and have become official magicians through it. This kind of kindness is like reincarnation. Maybe these people
There is no way to repay this kindness, but it is not difficult to see the president off for the last time.
But he is a magician after all, and no one wants to be desecrated by undead magic after death, so there will be some necessary rituals to ensure the rest of the soul after death. These are so solemn and solemn under the management of the association.
Lin in the crowd, not to mention the earth, this was the second funeral he attended after arriving in Lost Land. The previous one was for his teacher, Charlie Richard, who was nicknamed the 'Holy Mother' during his lifetime.
His funeral was much simpler, without so much red tape, and the number of attendees was not as big as it was in front of him. They were just nominal apprentices who had been helped by him, and they were not all present.
Some people were away from home and didn’t have much information at the time, so they didn’t know they wanted to come back to participate. Some unsympathetic people felt resentful because they thought they hadn’t received much help, and even talked about coming back to participate.
funeral.
The scale of this second funeral was beyond Lin's imagination, and it allowed him to get acquainted with the old man he had interacted with many times. Speaking of which, the bad taste of those old people would inevitably be missed at this time.
Just looking at Shurion holding the chairman's widow, Lin had a feeling that life would continue to be difficult. That man's maliciousness was becoming less and less concealed, and he could only show his carriage and point at his own.
The nose said something like 'I just want to mess with you'.
But to be honest, this is also a turning point. After the old president passed away, the forces of the Xijia District Chapter will definitely be reshuffled. Lin couldn't help but think about whether there was anything he could do in this.
But the great magician standing next to him, Juan Javier, pulled Lin seriously and commented on the female magicians who came here in mourning clothes. After all, not all magicians like to attend ordinary social occasions. So for
For Juan, there were indeed many new faces at Chengguo Eaton’s funeral.
However, he would drag someone along because of the rumored incident that made Juan want to help this person who could still be called a friend change his mood.
However, most of Lin's attention, unlike Juan's, was on those female magicians who rarely went out. Although he was also looking around, he was looking for another figure, a figure who did not come back last night.
She originally thought she would be next to the King of Zlín Kingdom, Steiner III. Indeed, behind the king, she saw a man wearing a well-tailored suit and trousers, but with distinctive feminine features and a heroic appearance.
Although he didn't use magic or go to confirm, Lin knew that the person was not the person he was looking for.
I had no choice but to stand among the crowd, looking left and right, trying to find that person's figure in the vast sea of people.
On the other hand, the two girls standing behind Lin pushed up the glasses on their faces. This pair of glasses had a similar function to the one used by their teacher. However, it was not made by the teacher, but by their elder sisters and given to them.
Gifts from people.
Except that they did not need to hide the abnormality of their pupils, all other functions were available. So they secretly opened the window of the instant messaging software, placed their hands beside their sides, and quietly typed a few lines.
'Sister, where are you? The teacher is looking for you.'
'Looking for me? Where are we?'
'We are here for the president's funeral. Didn't you come?'
'Oh, that old boy is dead. He didn't ask me to resurrect him. I'm going to see what a piece of meat that can't move is going to do.'
'...Well, where is that?'
'I'm busy at home. Why, the teacher is complaining?'
'No, he's just looking around.'
'Okay, it's okay. I'll continue to work. If you have any news, let me know.'
'Okay, sister.'
Sitting comfortably at home in the community with his legs crossed, the lich in the coffin room browsed through a large section of program source code.
During this time when she was not at home, in addition to spending the night with some men, she was looking for magic that she had never seen before in Wulian City. Private inheritance, half-finished products in research, or magic notes that she got by chance.
Of course, we have to solve the problem of how to cross the ultra-long distance of astronomical units.
Sending someone back to their home on Earth is an unsolved problem for her. Fen is just interested in solving the problem, but she doesn’t really want to send someone back. Compared to this kind of problem that she doesn’t know the answer to
, writing some software programs, as long as the demand side is understood, it is only a matter of time before typing out the program code. For her, it is not as interesting as the former.
It's just that in the past magic research, who would think about how to throw yourself to another star. So Fen's search is not so much looking for an answer as it is looking for inspiration.
However, I found that the fragmented knowledge scattered among the people was not helpful at all. Most importantly, it was inefficient. So Fen set his sights on the place in Wulian City that contained the most magic knowledge, which was the South Tower.
If you follow the formal path and want to find magic that can produce a certain effect, you have to search it from the catalog in the south tower. Only the name of the magic and some relatively brief and representative evaluations are recorded there. If you want to learn
Magicians with new knowledge can only gamble their luck based on this public information.
Therefore, most people rely on word of mouth to learn which magic spells are more suitable for doing.
Sneaking into the library of the south tower to find the information you want is one way. But where is this place? The inside of a magic tower. Even if there is no video surveillance, it is not a place where anyone can come and go.
Fen was confident that he could come and go freely, but that method would make it impossible to search for information in books. For his own purposes, it was a meaningless act.
So she decided to follow the third method to solve the problem of collecting knowledge.
That is the ‘hacking method’ that has never been seen in the Lost World.
The Magicians Association in Xijia District has established a forum belonging to the district branch itself. All applications and discussions related to the association must be resolved from that exclusive forum. This of course also includes the exchange of magic knowledge, or directly sales.
As for the magical knowledge of the South Tower, the establishment of the database was completed as early as the year before last. This means that instead of taking risks or wallet crises to search for physical books, it is better to start from the forum. And the method is like this.
The world has never even had a concept of cyber intrusion.
Someone once mentioned security issues in a casual chat, including network security and program security. If knowledgeable people use it improperly, it will cause more or less losses. And how to prevent these practices?
Lin actually said the same thing.
But Fen was very curious at that time and asked: "You know you have to say so much, but why in actual application, you didn't take the safety measures you mentioned."
I remember that someone didn't answer this question at that time, he just smiled and smiled obscenely. Only now did Fen understand that it wasn't that someone couldn't do a safe design at all, but that he didn't want to do it. The result was naturally for himself.
Leaving the back door open. Of course, it could also be laziness and just digging a hole.
Following the path, Fen successfully hacked into the South Tower's database and obtained the highest authority. All magical knowledge was exposed to her eyes at no cost.
Using the previously written small program, he downloaded all the magic database of the Xijia District branch into the first coffin. After carefully clearing away the traces he left, Fen exited the branch's forum screen.
Fen felt inexplicably excited about this hacking behavior that was the first to be seen in this land. She even wanted to tell the world what she had done. But when a thief wanted to show off something stupid, she had no interest in doing it. She
Just follow the advice someone once gave and restore everything to its original state, as if you had never been there.
The reason for doing this is, of course, that you don't want to attract other people's attention and get into trouble, or cause the other party to notice the security problem and try to upgrade the program to fill the loopholes.
As for the downloaded magic knowledge, which amounted to over 10,000, Fen did not stupidly read it one by one. Instead, he used text mining to filter some keywords first, reduce the number of targets, and then read slowly.