After bidding farewell to Tifanmi, Du Dian left the castle directly. He thought he could learn from other people's experience and gain something this time, but he didn't expect that the so-called magic seminar would only stay on the discussion of basic magic, and there was nothing special about it. He was quite disappointed by the innovation, but if he had to say that he had gained something, at least he had found out the level of other high-level envoys.
The weaker others are, the better it is for him.
After returning to the castle in a carriage, Du Dian immediately got into his underground laboratory. He had already thought of a solution to the lack of power of the shark spear weapon he created last time, although this method was exposed. , will cause an uproar, but he has already prepared the design drawings, a complete divine spell model, and the overall concept, and when the time comes to push them out, it will also be the time to completely stabilize his position in the temple. Moreover, in order for Barton and Joseph to To successfully enter the Guangming Holy See and the military headquarters, he also needs to use the status of the temple.
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Elemental Temple, in a certain castle.
Quepos sat on the chair, gently rubbed his neck, and threw aside the divine art paper in front of him. Since he was sixty years old, his health has been declining. The review position is extremely easy. After all, the number of senior envoys is limited, and the time for seminars is less. Usually, there are only seven or eight papers a month. If there are more, ten papers can be reviewed quickly and effortlessly. , but before finishing a thesis, he felt sore shoulders, sore muscles, and dizzy eyes.
He leaned back on the chair, panting lightly, and glanced at the maid next to him.
The maid had served him for many years, so she immediately understood and came over to help him rub his shoulders.
"Hey, I'm getting old..." Quepos sighed. He has no intention to conceive new magic arts now. After all, he is a master. Everything needs a lot of energy to be conceived and produced. He is powerless, so he can only pass on some of his own inspirations to his students and let them study and produce them. If they become famous, this honor will also accumulate. To him, let him have face, and he only needs to review a research paper of a high-level envoy every few days, and he can receive extra generous rewards in the temple. It's just that this decent and easy job now makes him feel a little strenuous.
He thought about it several times, relying on his own identity to exchange "God's Blessing" in the temple, transforming the body, and rejuvenating the body. This is also advocated inside the temple, and there are even exchange discounts for elderly masters like them. However, he had heard some rumors about God's blessing, and with what he had seen and heard, he didn't want to get involved in this filthy thing, even though the latter could bring him a body full of strength and long-term life, He didn't want to touch it either.
"Master, this is the thesis of this month's magic in Thirteen Castle." A middle-aged man dressed as a butler outside entered the door cautiously.
Quepos felt a little bored in his heart, but he still nodded and said, "Let it go."
The steward presented it respectfully and withdrew.
Quepos glanced at the divine art paper with a clean cover, and was too lazy to pay attention to it. He closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the maid's kneading. In the thesis, "Recently, the little guy named 'Du Di'an' from our wood department has just been promoted to a high-level envoy, and it seems that the castle he was assigned to is the Thirteen Fortress..."
Thinking of this, he immediately sat up straight. Seeing this, the maid immediately stopped and stepped aside.
Quepos opened this magical treatise and looked at it. The handwriting on it was neat, which made him more satisfied. He glanced roughly at first, and soon saw the word "Du Di'an", and then read it carefully from the beginning When he got up, the more he looked at his face, the more surprised he became. After a while, he closed his eyes from the end and closed the magic treatise, with a hint of thought in his eyes, "It seems that the shortcoming of this little guy It doesn't seem to be longer than us old guys imagined. It has only been less than a year since entering the temple, and it is possible to analyze such a small plant as 'thorn awn' so thoroughly. In the future, you may not only become a master, but also a relatively outstanding master, and if you use some means at that time, it is possible to obtain the title of "Outstanding Master" with the qualifications of the "Times" medal."
He pondered for a while, and immediately picked up a pen to write.
"Such a talent, we should win him over as soon as possible while he is still fledgling. The consortium he belongs to is the Xinshi Consortium, and he has not been invited by other consortiums so far. It can be seen that he is a person who values love and righteousness." Quepos thought in his heart Then, with the pen in his hand, he quickly wrote his own comments and reward points at the end of the three signed papers. After finishing writing, he gently blew to let the ink dry faster, and then pulled out a letter from another place. , Started to write quickly, finished writing quickly, stuffed the letter into the envelope, called the housekeeper outside, and said: "This letter, send it to God Envoy Du Di'an. I have finished reviewing this paper, send it back."
The butler was taken aback, hurriedly accepted the promise, and turned around to leave.
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In the castle of the thirteen gods.
Ti Fanmi, the old man in the red padded jacket, the middle-aged man with the hooked nose, and another middle-aged man in a black suit sat in the manor, drinking afternoon tea, and at the same time chatted about some curious questions about their own insights and explorations about divine arts.
"Since the alloys of the gold system came out, steel and alloy materials have quickly occupied the market, and our wood utensils and magical arts have fallen behind, including bows. They used to be wooden bows, but now the group of guys in the gold system try to use them in vain. Bows and strings made of steel, hum, don’t even think about the elastic problem.” Another middle-aged man in a suit snorted coldly.
Ti Fanmi nodded slightly. She has a deep understanding that the elimination of wood from the market has dealt a great blow to these wood-type gods. And win.
"I've been researching the difference between wood and metal recently. I believe that the importance of our wood system is definitely more important than that of gold!" The old man in the red padded jacket said with deep eyes. The feelings of the relationship go deep into the bone marrow. When I was young, I slept with wood almost every day. It is absolutely unacceptable that cold metal can replace wood that can be used to make fire.
The middle-aged man with the hooked nose snorted softly, and was about to say something when suddenly a carriage drove up outside, and a person got out of the car. It was the middle-aged butler in front of Quepos, and he saw Tifan in the manor at a glance. Mi Si's eyes lit up, and he strode over immediately, and said with a smile, "Are you all so leisurely?"
The old man in the red padded jacket and the others were obviously familiar with him, and they were surprised when they saw him, and said, "The review is over so soon?"
"Well, Master Quepos happened to be reviewing another paper today, and you happened to catch up with the time, so we reviewed it together." The middle-aged butler laughed.
Ti Fanmi smiled and said, "It's good luck, show us quickly, what's the result?"
The middle-aged butler smiled, handed her the paper in his hand, and said, "Look first, I have something else to do, see you later." After speaking, he turned and left, got into the carriage and went straight out of the castle.
At the same time as the carriage drove out, Ti Fanmi had already quickly unwrapped the wrapping paper of the thesis, and quickly glanced at the comments and rewards at the end, and was taken aback, "Two hundred points? This, so much?"
The old man in the red padded jacket was surprised when he saw it closely, and said happily, "It's only two hundred points for the first one, which is equivalent to the points obtained by a two-star divine art work. Wouldn't it be six hundred points for three pieces? Take it out If we give 10% points to a few of us, we can also get more than ten points, haha... "
The hooked-nosed middle-aged man next to him felt his heart skip a beat. Although he is a high-level envoy, he can earn 200 points for participating in a seminar. After all, even being a high-level envoy is not easy. A two-star divine art can be made casually.
Ti Fanmi sighed, "Just one plant called 'Prickly Mango' has so many points. If I write all the other plants in the plant illustration, wouldn't it be possible to get the points of the master directly?"
The old man in the red padded jacket smiled and said: "You think too much. I gave you two hundred this time. It should be based on this kind of thinking. Any plant can be analyzed and used according to this thinking, so I will use this method to study. For a plant, it would be nice to have ten comfort points."
"That's true." Di Fanmi opened the second article, and there were indeed 200 points on it, and there was a sense of appreciation in the comments. When she opened the third article, the smile on her face was stunned and blinked. I blinked my eyes and looked again, and found that I was right, there was no point reward underneath, and the comment was very simple: "Not feasible!"
The hooked-nosed middle-aged man guessed that the third paper belonged to him. Seeing her blank expression, his heart skipped a beat, his blood quickened, and he thought of surprise. Could it be that he got more than two hundred points
Ti Fanmi looked up at him, saw the surprise in his eyes, twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled out his paper and handed it to him.
The hook-nosed middle-aged man quickly took it and looked at it, his excited heart suddenly felt as cold as water, and he froze on the spot.
Seeing his appearance, the old man in the red padded jacket comforted him: "Since Master Quepos said it is not feasible, it means that there is still something wrong with it. I think if we want to know more, we should visit the military headquarters and learn more about it. Maybe we will find out." Where is the problem?"
The hook-nosed middle-aged man's face turned blue and red, with a gloomy face, he turned and left with the paper in his hand.
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In a blink of an eye, three days passed.
It was just dawn, Du Dian got up on time, read the newspaper while having breakfast, and at the same time ordered Nicotine to rent a mammoth beast car today, and prepare some cloth for wrapping things.
"Army newspaper."
"The savages occupy the Red Maple Mountains. The terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The military headquarters launched a fourth night attack at 7:00 p.m. yesterday. The Red Maple Mountains that came back were attacked again by savages..."
Du Dian glanced at the newspaper. Now that he is in a high position and has communicated with Old Flynn many times, he has learned how to read and understand the newspaper. The fourth night attack of the military department is true, but the defeat of the savages is probably just Annihilate his small group of troops, otherwise, he would not have mentioned it in one stroke in the description, and he has seen the map of the terrain in the Red Maple Mountain Range, and he has deduced it himself. According to the number of troops sent by the military, it is too difficult to capture the Red Maple Mountain Range. Unless the guards are sent, if the guards are dispatched, there must be records in the newspapers.
But it didn't mention the guards, so it's difficult to capture the Red Maple Mountains by relying on the soldiers on the surface of the army, and he has already guessed the purpose of the army, and is preparing to make a final defense at the city wall of the living area , the current attack on the Red Maple Mountains is only a symbolic harassment, expressing their responsibilities, so as not to be gossiped by the consortium or the Holy See.
As for why rely on the walls of the living area for defense? In the past few days, Du Dian has also thought about this issue during the gaps in the experiment. There are many reasons he thought of, but he thinks the two most likely factors are, first, relying on the city wall for defense can reduce the consumption of soldiers in the army, Second, through the defense of the city wall, it can reflect the sacrifice and dedication made by the military to protect the civilians, thereby winning the love of the people, and calming the public grievances caused by the military's multiple conscriptions when the fortress was defending some time ago.
"Not only must we win this war, but we must also maximize our own interests..." Du Dian put down the newspaper and muttered to himself, feeling that he had learned something, but he didn't have the joy of gaining it.
After breakfast, he sat in the lobby and waited quietly, thinking about other things at the same time, gently kneading a ball of soft mud with his left hand. This is another way he thought of to exercise the flexibility of his left hand, rubbing mud. This is not mud, but plasticine. It can be easily made with the current technology. It is not difficult to make. It can be made with the main materials of salt, oil and flour.
He uses his left hand to knead and knead into balls. The plasticine is small and can be carried around, so he can exercise at any time. And because he is unconscious, he won't feel sore after kneading for a long time.
After a while, Nicotine came back and said, "Master, everything you want is ready."
Du Dian nodded slightly and continued to wait.
After a while, Kaqi and Guinness returned together. The two are now facing Du Dian less casually. In the past few days, they have clearly recognized the energy and background of this young man. In the past, they all thought that Du Dian was backed by someone. Therefore, I have taken it into account, but only through contact during this period of time did I know that the background of this young man is himself!
Especially the pile of letterheads that Du Dian brought back, and the people who came to visit one after another in the past few days, including reporters from news agencies, diplomats from large consortiums, ordinary nobles and wealthy businessmen, etc. There are all kinds of people, so It can be seen how powerful the head of this castle is, not inferior to those famous nobles or business tycoons who have been in business for decades.
"What's the situation there?" Du Dian asked.
Kaqi shrugged and said: "I really don't know. I was shocked when I sneaked in. When Guinness and I sneaked in, the mountain range was completely occupied by wildlings. The military wanted to attack it. Sending the guards is enough, and these savages are equipped with swords, so I can't figure it out. Where did these primitive people dressed like orangutans get their swords? Could it be that some consortium in our living area sold them to us? Theirs?"