Extraordinary Mechanical City

After all, Ren is visiting as the "lord of the Black Dragon City", and the Omar Academy of Sciences does not dare to neglect.

His city lord is at the kingdom level. According to the aristocratic system, his title is the same as that of a prince.

What's more, Renn also sent someone to send an exchange greeting card according to the procedure.

In any case, this "communication" has to be accepted by the Omar Royal Academy of Sciences, or not.

The reception staff of the college led Rennes and his party to the "Academic Exchange Hall".

A place like a lecture theater.

This mustache in a tuxedo was very polite, and arranged for them to sit down: "Master Rennes, you guys have a short rest, we have already notified the person in charge of the students."

"Um."

Ren nodded, and sat down on the sofa in a big way.

Although he didn't care about those red tapes, but when he was away from home, he was a majestic city lord, representing Black Dragon City, so there were still a lot of places that should be compelling, and he should be crazy.

Not long after they were seated, those students who dared to come after hearing the news had poured into the academic exchange hall.

Ren and his party, who were staring at each other, looked at each other and whispered.

Ren was very leisurely and calm, half lying on the sofa drinking coffee.

Mr. Toust was also expressionless. However, after he came out of the hut by the lake, his eyes were filled with brilliance, which became more and more intense.

Only little Carl was slightly nervous.

More and more people came in, tens, hundreds, thousands.

Those people were pointing at them, not only the young and immature students, but also many old and even gray-haired professors.

Coincidentally, Mark and his group from the advanced class that Rennes and the others met when they entered the students also came to the exchange hall.

They were a little surprised when they saw Ren and the others.

"Haha, I said who's tone is so crazy, it turned out to be them."

"Oh, these country bumpkins are actually mechanics, no wonder you just recognized the model of your robotic arm, Mark."

"Hehe, what do you think our Royal Academy of Sciences is, and you still want to communicate with Dean Brendan? Tsk tsk, rightly thinking that I am the 'Great Master of Mechanics'"

"Maybe in some rural areas, any untouchable craftsman repairing a locomotive can be called a 'Master of Mechanics'."

"Ha ha ha ha."

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Even though they now know that Ren is the lord of the city, these young students are not polite.

These "second-generation officials" who grew up in the imperial capital have seen many high-ranking nobles, not to mention other knowledge.

A city lord from the "countryside" is not worth making them fear.

Not long after, when Ren and his identities were no longer mysterious, the huge communication hall gradually became noisy.

Anyway, today is destined to make a big fuss, and Ren can hold his breath.

He just ignored the taunts in his ears and didn't pay any attention to them at all.

Toust also had an indifferent expression on his face. Now that he looks like this, no one probably knows him anymore. What's more, in the Royal Academy, there are not many friends, but a lot of enemies.

And Carl was ridiculed by the crowd for the first time, his little face flushed.

These people not only mocked him, but also mocked his grandfather Toust, mocking the mechanical technology they were proud of.

Facing those malicious cynicism, Carl clenched his fists and felt aggrieved: "Brother Ren, we don't know them at all. How could they say that about us!"

"It's just a bunch of self-righteous guys, don't worry about it."

Ren smiled and said indifferently: "If you really want to feel angry, you can let these guys gain their knowledge during the communication later. Mechanics must talk about technology after all."

"Um!"

Carl listened, and nodded solemnly, "I will let them know that the mechanical technology of our Black Dragon Academy is not as unbearable as they say!"

After waiting for about an hour, the communication hall was already crowded with people.

But that Dean Brendan did not appear, but a middle-aged man with yellow sallow came.

He introduced himself: "My humble Oliver, the teacher is currently involved in some matters, and he cannot get away from it for the time being, so I will host this exchange conference."

When Ren heard it, he said lightly: "Oh."

After hearing the introduction, he knew that the guy in front of him was the disciple of Dean Brendan and also a master of mechanics.

Under normal circumstances, it is enough to come to such a grandmaster to deal with the exchanges of ordinary local territorial colleges.

It is also expected that the "righteous master" did not come.

Knowing that Toust is still alive, he must be causing trouble by coming here today, and he will definitely not show up so easily.

However, whether Brendan will come or not, there will be trouble today.

Ryan didn't ask Brendan why he was coming.

Since his side is the one who provoked the trouble, he is not polite: "Since Grandmaster Oliver is here, that's fine. Our Black Dragon Academy is here with sincerity, so I hope to have a good exchange with your academy."

Oliver asked, "How does Lord Rennes plan to communicate?"

In general, the procedures for exchange groups from other local colleges are almost fixed. They all visit the academy first, then watch the performances of the students' performance reports, and buy some technical patents to go back, even if the exchange is completed.

Ren went directly: "Let's compare. Although our Black Dragon Academy has just been established, the students also want to communicate with the talented students of the 'Holy Land'."

Is this for a fight?

Although Oliver had already heard that the visitor was not kind, but when he heard this, his face was also a little ugly.

No one is qualified to make a "fight" request with their Omar Royal Academy of Sciences.

But in a blink of an eye, he looked at the few people around Ren again with doubts on his face.

Apart from the guards, only the kid seemed to be a student.

one person?

Students?

Ren didn't talk too much, and turned his head to look at Carl: "Carl, go to the stage and communicate with the geniuses in Omadi."

At the end, I added another sentence: "You're welcome!"

Carl nodded seriously, and said, "Okay, Brother Ren. Then I'll go."

"Um."

Ren nodded, his eyes gradually deepened, and he murmured in his heart: Since the old things won't come out, let's see how long you can hide!

Carl Jr. came onto the stage, looking at the dense crowd of people's heads, he was a little nervous.

He remembered the etiquette taught to him by the ceremony officials of Black Dragon City before he came here. He bowed cautiously, and then stammered, "My name is Karl Fuernst, and I come from Black Dragon City. Please give me your advice. "

It was a seemingly immature performance, which immediately aroused roars of laughter.

"Haha, look at his crappy aristocratic ceremony, even the clowns in the circus can do better than him."

"It really is a bumpkin."

"That's it, still want to compete?"

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The students of the Royal Academy of Sciences in Omar made no secret of their mockery of "country folks", which is a tradition in the aristocratic circle. High-ranking nobles look down on low-ranking nobles, and low-ranking nobles look down on newcomers, but the lower end of the chain of contempt is the "countryside" nobles outside the imperial capital.

Especially when they heard that Black Dragon City was coming to "fight", these noble boys and girls burst into laughter.

It seemed to see a monkey standing in the ring doing funny performances.

How could there be such a "fool"?

Some people really think that "communication" is here to compete with their Omar Royal Academy of Sciences?

Carl stood alone on the stage.

Facing the ridicule of thousands of people, he looked a little at a loss.

After all, it was an exchange meeting, even if it was a farce, it had to go on.

Anyway, the one who loses face is not their Omar Academy. The host also suppressed a smile and walked up, starting the communication process.

He asked: "May I ask this Mr. Carl from the 'Black Dragon Academy', what kind of mechanical technology are you good at?"

Mechanic is just a general term.

All superhumans involved in the mechanical field can be called "mechanics".

The mechanical field is also extremely extensive, involving many disciplines such as guns and ammunition, mechanical arms, mechanical cities, locomotives, external skeletons, mechanical armor, and even alchemy and forging.

The Royal Academy of Sciences has more than thirty branches of mechanical disciplines.

However, there are specializations in the art industry, and general mechanic apprentices specialize in one or several technologies.

Now that we want to "compete and communicate", we naturally have to compare with our own "specialization".

Carl has never been to school, and he doesn't know what the host means by asking this question.

But when he heard the question, he still answered truthfully: "I know some firearms, mechanical arms, ammunition, steam locomotives, mechanical cities, blasting, and energy."

Karl counted solemnly, but he found that he seemed to be unable to finish the count, and said: "Well, I probably know something about machinery."

As soon as these words came out, the host was also taken aback.

The venue burst into laughter again.

Fields like "Mechanical City" and "Energy" are simply not within the reach of apprentices. Only intermediate and senior mechanics are eligible for contact learning.

An apprentice who just opened his mouth and said that he was "good at"?

"Haha, where did this idiot come from? Ask him what field he is good at, and he actually said he knows everything. Grandmaster dare not say that he is proficient in so many fields. Is this kid a comedian who came to make us laugh?"

"I also didn't expect that this is not an academic exchange, but a bragging conference?"

"Could it be that he knows a little knowledge of fur machinery, so he thinks he is 'good at'? I wonder if this guy has ever been to school."

"Hehe, the 'Black Dragon Academy' is at this level, I don't think there is any need to compare it."

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A good exchange suddenly looks like a sign of farce developing.

Many students and instructors who seriously wanted to watch the academic exchange shook their heads and got up to leave the venue.

In their view, this kind of farce is completely delaying their research.

At this time, Renn didn't stop, and Grandmaster Oliver didn't stop, so the exchange meeting had to continue.

The host could only bite the bullet and asked again: "Since Mr. Carl knows a little bit, what kind of mechanical technology do you plan to exchange with everyone?"

Carl looked at the layout of the venue and thought for a while, "Is it firearms? Others, it seems that it is not convenient to display here."

He thought to himself, if something explodes, it will probably blow up the entire venue.

The host continued: "Then you... have your own work, can you show it to everyone?"

"self-made?"

Carl thought about it, and took out a musket with a strange shape.

It is a bit like a bubble gun played by children. It is short and thick, and its shape looks full of childishness. It is completely different from the dark style of mainstream firearms.

It looked more like a children's toy than a murder tool.

Under the stage, when Ren saw Carl take out the musket shaped like a bubble gun, his eyes filled with dumbfounded luster, and he muttered in his heart: "Sure enough, Carl's aesthetics have not changed."

However, the good show is yet to come.

The host suppressed his embarrassing expression, looked at the strangely shaped thing in front of him, which could be regarded as a musket, and said, "Mr. Carl, can you introduce your musket?"

"oh."

Carl introduced his musket solemnly, and said: "I named this musket [High Explosive Bubble Sprayer], because the ammunition power is too large, so I thickened the barrel, and used the 'three-level gun'." Black phosphorus high-explosive gunpowder', so the gun chamber also has a fourth-order special enchantment, and the projectile is."

But before he finished speaking, the venue became lively again.

The uproar interrupted him again.

Just now everyone was full of anticipation, seeing what the kid who can boast "cowhide" can come up with.

Unexpectedly, there is indeed such a toy gun.

Listening to this impressive introduction, even serious people can't hold back.

"Is this a musket? Are you sure it's not a child's toy?"

"Fourth-level enchantment? Hahahaha. Fourth-level enchantment can only be mastered by an intermediate mechanic. Does his crap need such an advanced enchantment?"

"Tsk tsk. Sure enough, what level of college produces students of what level. This kind of thing, our Royal Academy really can't compare, hahaha."

"This kind of gun is also called a firearm? It's an insult to the discipline of 'gun manufacturing'! Firearms are sharp weapons used to kill monsters, not toys!"

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Seeing this, even the best self-cultivation can't help it.

In the current situation, no one would have a good temper. It's fine for one person on the stage to be stupid, and thousands of them need to cooperate to watch him perform funny plays?

Absurd!

A waste of time, for those mechanics who concentrate on studying mechanical technology, it is nothing but a waste of their time!

"Get off!"

"Get off!"

"Get off!"

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The commotion in the communication hall was getting louder and louder, and everyone was loudly expressing their dissatisfaction.

It's time for the farce to end.

The host couldn't hide his embarrassment: "You little brother Carl, you have a gun."

Karl heard everyone mocking him, his little face flushed, and he argued, "My gun is very powerful!"

Hearing this, the host lost his attention. From the corner of his eye, he looked at the high-level people in the courtyard below the stands, wanting to ask for help and see how it would end.

Those people don't quite understand, could it be that it's really a joke? Even the senior management of the academy couldn't understand it.

I thought it was a tricky "communication conference", but I didn't expect it to become a farce.

It is Black Dragon City who can propose an exchange, and they are masters and guests of Omar College.

Black Dragon City didn't call to stop, it could only continue.

The host saw that no one was perverted to end, so he could only continue the process. He thought about it and said, "How about, Mr. Carl, try shooting at the target over there? Let's try the power of the musket."

"oh."

Karl nodded, took aim with his musket, and pulled the trigger.

The green flames of the muzzle spurt out

Then, a loud noise of "BOOM" shocked everyone's eardrums!

Take a closer look, and a hundred meters away from the stage, the gun target that could withstand the attack of a small artillery exploded in an instant. A strange green flame ignited on the stone target that had been shattered into hundreds of pieces.

Then, the whole world fell silent.