The Dark King

After bidding farewell to Tiffany, Du Dean left the Shenbao directly. He thought he could learn from other people's experience this time and gain something. He didn't expect the so-called seminar on divine art, but only stayed on the discussion of basic divine art. He was quite disappointed by the ground innovation, but to say that the gains are not completely lacking, at least I have figured out the level of other high-level envoys.

The weaker the others, the better for him.

After returning to the castle in a horse-drawn carriage, Du Dean immediately drilled into his underground laboratory. The last launch of the shark spear weapon had insufficient launch power. He has thought of a solution for these days, although this method is exposed. , It will cause an uproar, but he has already prepared the design drawings and the complete divine model, as well as the overall concept, and when it is pushed out, it will also be a moment to completely stabilize his temple position, and, in order to make Patton and Joseph To successfully enter the Bright Holy See and the Military Department, he also needs to use the identity of the temple.

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Element Shrine, in a certain fortress.

Kebosi sat on the chair, rubbed his neck gently, and threw a divine essay in front of him. Since he was sixty years old, his body has been in poor condition. The positions reviewed are extremely easy. After all, the number of senior envoys is limited, and the time for seminars is less. Often there are only seven or eight papers in a month. If there are more than ten papers, they can be reviewed quickly and effortlessly. , But now that he hasn’t finished reading a paper, he feels sore shoulders, muscle pain, and a little dizzy eyes.

He leaned back in his chair and gasped lightly, glancing at the maid next to him.

The maid had been waiting for him for many years and immediately realized that he came to help him knead his shoulders.

"Hey, old..." Kebos sighed. He has no intention to conceive new divine art. After all, his identity is a master. If the conceived divine art is too low-level, he will only lose his price, and the advanced divine art No matter it takes a lot of energy to conceive and produce it, he is powerless and can only conceive some of his own inspiration ideas to his students and let them study the production. If they are famous, this honor will also be It accumulates on his body and gives him a face, and he only needs to review a senior emperor's research paper every few days to receive additional generous rewards in the temple.But now, this decent and easy job makes him feel a little difficult.

He has thought about it several times, relying on his identity to exchange "Blessings of God" in the temple, transforming his body, and rejuvenating the body. This is also advocated inside the temple, and there are even redemption activities for these elderly masters. However, he has heard some rumors about the blessing of God, plus what he saw and heard, unwilling to be stained with this filthy thing, even if the latter can bring him a powerful body and long-term life, He did not want to touch.

"Master, this is Thirteen Forts this month's magical thesis." A middle-aged man dressed as a housekeeper carefully entered the doorway.

Kebosi felt a little bored, but nodded and said, "Let's go."

The housekeeper respectfully presented and retreated.

Quepos glanced at this clean theological paper with a cover, too lazy to pay attention, closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the maid's kneading. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes fell on the newly presented magic In the paper, "Recently, our little guy named Du Dean, who has just been promoted to a senior god envoy, seems to be assigned to the God Fort, which is the Fort Thirteen..."

Thinking of this, he immediately sat up straight, the maid saw this, and immediately stopped and stepped aside.

Quepos opened this divine thesis and looked at it. The handwriting on it was neat, which made him more satisfied. He glanced at it first, and soon saw the word "Du Dean". Then he stared at it seriously. When he got up, the more the color of surprise on his face grew, the moment later, his eyes closed from the end and he closed the divine thesis. There was a trace of thought in his eyes, "It seems that this little guy's short board It seems that it is not longer than our old guys imagined. It took less than a year to enter the temple. It turned out that such a small plant like "thorn" can be analyzed so thoroughly, and the angle of seeing the problem is also very sharp, but it is a plastic. In the future, it is possible that not only can you become a master, but also a more outstanding master, and then you will find some means to borrow the qualifications of the "Time" medal and obtain the title of "Outstanding Master"."

He pondered a little and immediately raised his pen to write.

"Such a talent, it is better to take advantage of his fledgling as soon as possible. The consortium he belongs to is a new-generation consortium. He has not been invited by other consortiums so far. It can be seen that he is a person who is serious and righteous." Kepos thought. The pen in my hand quickly wrote my own comments and reward points at the end of the three signed papers. After writing, I gently blew it to make the ink dry faster, and then pulled out a letter from another place. , I wrote it quickly, finished it quickly, stuffed the letter into the envelope, and called the housekeeper outside, saying, "This letter was sent to the envoy of Du Dean. I have finished the paper and sent it back."

The butler was stunned, and Yinguo was busy, and turned back.

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In the Thirteen Gods Fort.

Tiffany and the old man in the cotton-padded jacket, the middle-aged man with a hook nose and another middle-aged man in a black suit, sitting in the manor, drinking afternoon tea, and chatting about their own curious questions about divine insights and explorations.

"Since the alloy of the gold system, steel and alloy materials have quickly occupied the market. Our wood utensils and magic techniques are outdated, including bows. The bows used to be wood, but now the guys in the gold system are trying to use them. Steel made bow chords, hum, and do not want to think about the issue of elasticity." Another middle-aged man in a suit sneered coldly.

Tiffany nodded slightly, she had a deep experience, and the wood was eliminated from the market, which had a great impact on them. These wood-based gods, which means that their wood-based magic can be replaced by the gold system, and excellent And win.

"I have been studying the difference between wood and metal recently, and I believe that the importance of our wood system is definitely better than that of the gold system!" The old man in the cotton-cotton jacket has a deep and deep eyes. His hobby and energy all his life are dedicated to the wood system. The feelings of the department are deep in the bone marrow. When he was young, he slept with wood almost every day. It is absolutely unacceptable that cold metal can replace wood that can be used for fire.

The middle-aged man with a croak nose snorted, just to say something. Suddenly a carriage came outside and a person came off the car. It was the middle-aged butler in front of Quepos. He saw Tiffan in the manor at a glance. Mi 4 people, with their eyes lit up, immediately walked across the meteor and smiled, "Are they all so leisurely?"

The old man in the cotton-cotton jacket was obviously familiar with him. When he saw him, he was surprised and said, "The audit was finished so soon?"

"Well, Master Quepos just reviewed another paper there today, and you happened to be in time to review it together." The middle-aged butler smiled.

Tiffany said with a smile: "It's good luck, let us see, what is the result?"

The middle-aged butler smiled and handed her the paper in her hand, saying: "Look at it first, I still have things, see you later." After that, he turned and left, got on the carriage and went straight out of the Shenbao.

As the carriage drove out, Tiffany had already quickly unwrapped the wrapping paper outside the paper, quickly swept to the end of the comments and rewards, and was suddenly taken aback, "Two hundred points? This, so many?"

The old man in the cotton-cotton jacket was surprised when he saw it close, and said: "The first one is only two hundred points, which is equivalent to the points obtained by a two-star divine work. Isn't the three points six hundred points? Take it out? If you give us 10% points, you can get a dozen points, haha..."

The middle-aged man with a hooked nose beside him heard his heart beat. Although he is a senior envoy, he can earn 200 points by attending a seminar. After all, even if he is a senior envoy, he is not casual. You can make a two-star divine art casually.

Tiffany sighed, "It's just that there is so many points for a plant in the "thorn". If you write all the other plants on the plant illustration, can you directly get the points of the master?"

The old man in the cotton-cotton jacket smiled and said, "You think too much. This time I gave 200. It should be based on this kind of utilization thinking. Any plant can be analyzed and used according to this thinking, so I will use this method to study it. A plant is estimated to have ten comfort points."

"This is also the case." Tiffany opened the second chapter, and it was still two hundred points above, and there was an appreciation in the comments. When she opened the third chapter, the smile on her face was stunned. After blinking and looking again, I found that there was nothing wrong, and there was no point reward underneath. The comment was very simple: "Not feasible!"

The middle-aged man with a hook nose guessed that the third paper was his own. When she saw her expression stunned, her heart jumped, her blood speeded up, and a surprise came out of her mind. Could it be that she earned more than 200 points?

Tiffany looked up at him and saw the color of surprise implied in the bottom of his eyes. He pulled the corner of his mouth and handed out his paper to him.

The middle-aged man with an aquiline nose quickly looked around, and his excited heart suddenly froze on the spot like cold water.

Seeing his appearance, the old man in the cotton-cotton jacket comforted: "Since Master Quepos said that it is not feasible, it shows that there is still a problem. I think if we want to understand, we still visit the lower military department. What's the problem?"

The middle-aged man with an aquiline nose turned blue and red, his face sullenly, and he turned around and left.

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In a flash, three days passed.

It was just dawning, Du Dean got up on time, read the newspaper while having breakfast, and at the same time ordered Nicotine to rent a mammoth veterinary car today, and prepare some cloth for wrapping things.

"Military News."

"The savages occupy the Red Maple Mountains. The terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The military department attacked the fourth night at 7 o'clock yesterday night. The effect was obvious and thwarted the savages... It is reported that the savages come to the Red Maple Mountains incessantly, and the army has not occupied it. The red maple mountains that came back after being subdued were attacked by savages again..."

Du Dian glanced at the newspaper. Now he is in a high position and has communicated with Lao Fulin many times. He has learned how to read the newspaper. The fourth night attack of the military department is true, but it will frustrate the savages...it is very possible It is just to destroy a small group of people, otherwise, it will not be taken in the description, and the terrain of the Red Maple Mountain has been seen by him. He has deduced himself. According to the number of troops sent by the military, it is too difficult to capture the Red Maple Mountain. Unless the guard is dispatched, if the guard is dispatched, there must be a record in the newspaper.

But this does not mention the Guards, so those soldiers who rely on the surface of the military department are difficult to capture the Red Maple Mountains, and he has guessed the purpose of the military department, preparing to make a final defense at the wall of the living area. At present, the attack on the Red Maple Mountains is only a symbolic harassment, expressing his duty, so as not to be gossiped by the consortium or the Bright Holy See.

As for why should we rely on the walls of the living area to defend?In the past few days, Du Dean also thought about this problem in the gaps of the experiment. There are many reasons for it, but he believes that the two most likely factors are: First, relying on the defense of the city wall can reduce the consumption of soldiers in the military department. Second, through the defense of the city wall, it can reflect the sacrifices and efforts made by the military to defend the civilians, thereby winning the love of the people, and quelling the civil grievances caused by the military’s repeated conscription during the previous fortress defense.

"Not only to win this war, but also to maximize his own interests..." Du Dean put down the newspaper and muttered to himself, feeling that he had learned something more, but he did not reap the joy.

After eating breakfast, he sat in the lobby waiting quietly while thinking about something else. His left hand gently rubbed a ball of soft mud. This was another way he wanted to exercise the flexibility of his left hand. Rub the mud.This is not mud, but plasticine. It can be easily made with the current process. It is not difficult to make. Salt, oil and flour can be made with a few main materials.

He uses his left hand to exercise and knead into a round ball. The plasticine is small and portable, and he can exercise at any time. And because he is unconscious, he will not feel sore after a long time of kneading.

After a while, Nicotine came back and said, "Master, everything you want is ready."

Du Dean nodded slightly and continued to wait.

A moment later, Cage and Ginies returned together. The two now face Du Dean a little less casually. In the past few days, they clearly recognized the energy and background of this teenager. In the past, they both believed that Du Dean was behind. So I have taken care of it, but after this period of contact, I learned that the background of this teenager is himself!

Especially the large pile of letterheads brought back by Du Dean, and the people who have come to visit these days, including reporters from news agencies, diplomats from large consortia, and ordinary nobles and wealthy businessmen. There are all kinds of people. It can be seen how powerful the heads of the old castle are, no less than those famous aristocrats or business giants who have operated for decades.

"How is the situation there?" Du Dean asked.

Cage shrugged: "I really don't know. I was shocked at first glance. When I sneaked into the past with Guinness, the mountain range was completely occupied by the savages, and the military wanted to attack it. It was a fool's dream. Even if it was It’s enough to send the Guards, and these savages are equipped with swords. I can’t figure out, these primitives dressed like orangutans, where will the sword come from, which consortium in our living area will be sold to Theirs?"