World Occult User Guide

Lin An raised his eyebrows with interest.

This place was bombed during the previous civil war, causing half of the room to collapse and the load-bearing wall to be almost destroyed. Only the right half and upper floors of the entire Capitol building were intact and usable.

He asked Fu Bin to rebuild the place as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, during the time when the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce in Ivory Coast was dealing with the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce, the companions who stayed in Kinshasa simply knocked on the old design, connecting the three floors and the small matchbox-like rooms into one giant hall.

"Forest ranger, this is my design. From the entrance, the porch, the rotunda that can accommodate thousands of people, the steps that increase the concave and convex feeling, and finally the 'throne'."

Fu Bin took out a complicated design blueprint and showed it to Lin An.

"This is a small shrine supported by nine green pillars, each representing a ranger member. The pillars have built-in wires and external electronic screens to facilitate future video conferencing. You can also inscribe on it, such as 'Big Qing pills'..."

"Cough!" Lin An coughed slightly, interrupting Fu Bin's "joke".

"Sorry, I'm just kidding." Fu Bin introduced endlessly, "Actually, the design of this hall is roughly based on the Qianqing Palace. The king can sit here to go to court, and the positions of the ministers of the six major departments even perfectly match the six ancient ministers. s position."

"Antarctica!"

"Well, Forester, if you understand the history of the Dragon Kingdom, you will understand how ingenious my design is. Since the Sui and Tang Dynasties of our country, the central political institutions have been divided into the Ministry of Personnel, the Ministry of Households, the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Punishment, and the Ministry of Industry... …”

"Thank you for your hard work and dedication, [Architect]. You can stand here during future meetings." Lin An pointed at a certain location on the design drawing with an expressionless face.

"But this belongs to the chief eunuch..."

"It looks very close to His Majesty the King. I believe it must be a seat belonging to an important person." Lin Nian said with complete incomprehension, "It is very suitable for you, [Architect]."

Fu Bin wiped the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead and finally noticed Lin An's impatience. He thought to himself: I'd better learn more about the history and culture of the Qing Dynasty with my boss at another time.

Glancing at the blueprint in Fu Bin's hand, Lin An looked around. Although there was lime and wet paint everywhere, he could already imagine how grand and spacious the place would be after it was completed.

“It is indeed a high-end comprehensive activity center.”

"Hahaha, that's great!" Misulu stamped his feet, "The way guests walk in will be covered with fresh animal skin carpets, bear skins, cheetah skins, and of course lion skins!"

"To reduce the risk of parasites, switch to artificial carpets."

"Okay." Misulu scratched his head, "What about the throne made of ivory?"

"It's still hygienic, but it seems like unnecessary expenditure." Lin An rolled his eyes, "The 'treasury' left to us by former President Mr. Tshisekedi is not particularly durable, and we can't keep picking up the angel investor's wool. ”

Finance Minister Battissa Fouquet pushed up his glasses and spoke with a good sense of expression.

“Since disbanding almost the entire cabinet and retiring with large pensions, we have appointed a new group of technocrats to take over the vacated positions. These young people, untainted by corruption and militancy, have made A lot of changes.”

"It is true that the Bantu wounds will take generations to heal. But the atrocities have disappeared, our revenue is no longer affected by war or corruption, and the cancellation of a lot of random taxes has actually increased the normal tax revenue."

“Also, since the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce left, we can finally export rubber and diamonds. Although some local warlords are still involved in the transportation of coltan, tin or gold, we have taken over the ports and airports, allowing their smuggling to cross the border. It’s getting more difficult.”

"Then send the report to me through the [World Tree] system." Lin An ordered.

"Okay, Lord Forester." Fouquet paused and added, "Although the expenditure on the construction project has caused the national finance to be in debt, the economic situation of Bantu has never been so optimistic since I took office."

"Is there ever a time when this country is not in debt?" Lin An's lips twitched.

"After independence from the Kingdom of Flanders, it lasted about an hour." Fouquet raised four fingers. "At that time, there were only so many college students in the entire country responsible for taxation and investment."

"Four percent?"

"No, there are only four college students out of 70 million people." Fouquet said in a smooth and indistinct tone, "And you have 4,000 highly educated people serving in the government. I believe they will not take the country to the next level." Too bad."

"You kidnapped a lot of worker bees on this trip. I believe they will soon be able to collect honey for the World Tree." Great Elder Fulami blinked, "Using a proverb to describe it, Ungayihluphi ngabantu. Bazokuthanda moshonile."

"'Don't worry about zebras, they never get gastric ulcers.'" Misulu translated, "As the head of the instructor department, Okonkwo and I will be responsible for training them into happy zebras."

Come on, hapless Western journalists.

Lin An secretly sweated for the survivors at the press conference. They were about to experience the whole process of him abandoning civilized society and accepting the laws of jungle survival after climbing up from the Kuba River.

Since the "gains from travel" were mentioned, thoughts flashed through Lin An's mind.

"Actually, I have something more regal than the ivory throne." He said aloud, "Have you ever heard of the legend of the [Golden Chair] of the ancient Ashanti country?"

Except for the great elder, everyone shook their heads, so Lin An gestured to the former to narrate the general myth.

"A typical superstition created by ancient kingdoms to highlight the legitimacy of their own power, an example of divine right of kings." The great elder shook his finger, "If a history student wants to come up with a different thesis topic, this is a good research direction."

"I thought so before, until I met the surviving [Sanshen] of the ancient Ashanti Kingdom."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone's eyes flashed like a green data bug, and the whole space was black for a moment as if it was pulled into the virtual reality of the Matrix, and then Lin An's real body walked slowly in from the door on the other side of the hall.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Lin An reluctantly took out a cardboard box and placed it in front of him.

Lin Xile's nails turned into metal, and with a slight scratch, the tape split in half, and a pure gold stool appeared, shining like the sun.

"This thing is the [Golden Chair] that fell from the sky to King Osei Tutu's knees in the legend."

"What just happened?" Misulu widened his eyes.

"Hmm?"

After a moment of silence, everyone suddenly realized: the anomaly just now came from Lin An's mystery!

As expected of a forest ranger, he holds countless cards, as if they will never see them all.

"It is said that the person sitting on it will become the [King of South Continent], at least with the power to rule the country of Lakongo." Seeing them come back to their senses, Lin An was a little confused, and then said, "It is very suitable as a decoration for the 'throne'."

"Oh, God of the Sky..." Misulu was the first to come up and marveled around the golden stool, "I have never seen such pure gold, but it looks a little hard and a little small."

"Considering the average height near Ivory Coast, this chair is more than enough."

Lin An glanced at Misulu, who was tall and strong. If it weren't for the suspected bloodline near the Abyssinian region in his body, the Bantu natives would not be considered a particularly tall ethnic group.

"Besides, according to legends and taboos, this chair cannot be sat on."

"Then where should I sit?"

"You?" Lin An was stunned. Before Misulu said this, he naturally thought that he was the one sitting in the main seat of the "Qianqing Palace".

"Don't get me wrong, Lin, this is your 'Royal Court', but you are not the king, but my ancestor, our god, the guardian of the World Tree." Misulu quickly pointed to the sky, "You will be hung there, with the God of the Sky."

"I was hung up?! What, a cross?"

"Of course not!" Misulu waved his hands eagerly, "but with that... uh, immersive three-sided 3D naked eye display!"

The first time he said such a modern word, he kept gasping as if he had eaten a devil pepper.

"Display?"

When Fu Bin started to introduce, Lin An found that the ceiling was drawn with complex lines in different colors, and correspondingly, the top of the room was also covered with winding pipes.

So this plan was made.

After the hall is officially completed, Lin An will be able to participate in the meeting remotely through the computer.

I can also create a virtual image to hide my true appearance.

Why is it a bit like a live broadcast with a suit?

Oops, the person in it is actually me!

After checking the speakers, Lin An found that they were distributed quite cleverly. Once he spoke with a microphone, the sound coming out would become the kind of voice-over that introduces the background in a movie theater, as if it were the "God's stereo surround sound" from the sky.

Since it can be transmitted through a microphone, I might as well use electronic sound synthesis technology to create an AI version of the pronunciation program.

In this way, except for the core members of the World Tree, he no longer needs to expose his true identity!

Now that the power of the World Tree is growing, Lin An has to be more careful to conceal his true identity to prevent the news that he is still alive from reaching Adelia Hughes.

He was originally thinking about how to negotiate with the outside world without showing up.

He had tried to use data codes to complete the agreement with the Adamek family before. From beginning to end, they did not see Lin An himself, but it was still easy to expose to the family members who had been exposed to the energy of the system or understood the essence of the system.

"Who came up with this genius design?" Lin An's eyes swept across the crowd and finally stopped at the elder Fulami.

"Don't look at me, an old man doesn't follow the trend so closely. At most, I suggest an automatic sensing hymn player or something like that." The elder spread his hands, "You can never imagine who made this suggestion-Mezo!"

She?

It was indeed an unexpected answer.

"Her suggestions were relatively general, and I made some optimizations." Fu Bin euphemistically took credit, "I only completed a little bit of minor work."

"Well done." Lin An did not hesitate to praise.

"By the way, Lin, are you going to name this place?" Misulu asked, "My former chieftain's tent was called 'Nabikua', the courage of the lion."

"Of course, this is [Migarr]." Lin An saw the confused expressions on everyone's face and smiled slightly, "It means 'the courtyard of the world tree'." (End of this chapter)