The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Did you hear? Did you hear what Mr. Savery said?"

A young man raised his voice, the same person who had the courage to defy Albert in the previous party.

"He said he made dolls," someone replied.

"But Mr. Newcomen has said that there is a problem with our choice, and we will never do such a thing!"

"I believe in Mr. Savery!" The young man said firmly.

"He's done a lot of miracles, hasn't he?"

"But some things can be called miracles, and some things can only be called delusions." More people were obviously depressed.

Compared to Savery, Newcomen is more prestigious.

"I see." The bearded Bart suddenly shouted in the crowd.

"Out of control, this is a precursor to out of control..."

"What?!" Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in shock.

"Is there any other reason besides this?"

"Newcomen is Savery's teacher, he is a fifth-level alchemist, it is impossible to lie."

"I don't believe it!" the young man retorted loudly.

"He is such a determined person, how could he go crazy?"

At this moment, everyone in the field saw Savery, walked to the stage firmly, and scanned everyone with calm eyes.

"Remember this day, I promise you will never forget it for the rest of your life."

Engineer Ted then pushed a wheelchair to the front of the stage.

Sitting on the chair was a young boy with delicate features about 10 years old.

The boy has a soft wig, a ceramic face, a checked shirt on top, and common gray trousers on the bottom.

Obviously it's just a dainty doll.

But compared to those puppets that are delicately crafted and can almost be mistaken for real, this doll is already rough.

"Savery, you..." Newcomen's voice was heavy, and he still didn't believe what Savery said.

At this time, Savery didn't want to explain anything anymore, and walked behind the little boy, and then everyone heard the sound of the clockwork being tightened.

Ka Ka Ka!

The next second, under the gaze of everyone, the boy stood up tremblingly.

"I can move him to his feet!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"What is this?" Albert bit the bullet and mocked, with Newcomen watching, he was under a lot of pressure.

It can be seen that the boy's body is somewhat uncoordinated when he is walking. What is shown is that the lower limbs are moving, and there is little feedback from the upper body.

Hiding behind the high platform, Sigmund was a little surprised, because the drawings he gave only involved the upper body, to be precise, only the manipulation of the arms and other related joints.

Unexpectedly, in just a few days, Savery made improvements to the drawings.

No, it's not just that.

Savery himself has studied for many years and has accumulated a lot of experience in this area. The blueprint Sigmund gave him is equivalent to a key, opening his imprisoned thoughts.

Therefore, it is also reasonable to make appropriate improvements.

"The puppets in the circus are more flexible than him." Albert looked at Savery with pity. "It seems that you are really crazy."

"There's no point in wasting all of our time with stuff like this."

"The show has just begun."

Savery looked relaxed, looking at the little boy walking, he gave the engineer Ted a wink, and then said: "Albert, sit down!"

"What did you say?" Albert was slightly taken aback.

"Sorry, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about him." Savery smiled and pointed to the little boy walking.

"This is his name. It happens to be Albert, just like you."

Ha ha.

Seeing the little boy walking crookedly, there was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Albert's face turned blood red, because he was about this age when he followed Savery.

At that time, he should be fourteen or fifteen years old, but because of long-term malnutrition and heavy work, Albert's height was much shorter than boys of the same age.

Looks like only 10 years old.

He knew it was Savery humiliating him.

At this time, engineer Ted had already placed a chair in the designated position.

The little boy walked to the chair step by step, stood up and sat down slowly.

He was in the middle of the high platform, facing the crowd below.

Soon a table was set up in front of the boy, and on the table was a stack of white papers spread out.

Savery walked to the little boy with a smile, and gently touched his head, "Albert, draw a picture for everyone!"

While talking, he put a pencil in the boy's hand, fixed it, and then tightened a spring somewhere on the back.

Get closer, and some people can even hear the rattling sound of the gears turning, and then a scene that surprised everyone happened.

The little boy clenched the charcoal pencil in his hand, turned his head slightly, and skillfully drew on the white paper.

Horizontal, vertical, arc.

He's fast, with occasional slight arm adjustments.

"It moved, he really moved!"

"My God, he's drawing!"

They have seen living puppets, but this one is different. Listen to the sound of the interlacing gears, and the tightening and unwinding of the clockwork.

Not long after, the boy stopped what he was doing.

Albert walked up to him, smiled and picked up the white paper on the table.

"What a naughty little guy."

As he spoke, he held the content on the white paper above his head and showed it to everyone.

On the white paper was drawn an Albert with a huge head and a small body. His expression at this time was extremely funny, crying and lying on the chair, being slapped on the buttocks by a fat woman.

Ha ha!

The crowd suddenly roared.

Albert, who also saw this picture, turned pale.

"Some people don't seem to like it very much." Savery smiled pretendingly, and patted the little boy's head again, "Let's draw another one."

Not only did he touch something, the boy nodded slightly, and picked up the brush again.

Swish Swish Swish.

The carbon pen rubbed against the paper, and soon, a new painting appeared in front of everyone.

"One more!" Someone shouted from the audience.

"no problem."

One two, three.

The little boy drew 20 different pictures, and finally had to stop because the charcoal pencil in his hand ran out.

"It's incredible!"

His paintings were circulated by everyone in the audience. Although the lines are simple, they are very expressive. Not only do they not feel simple, but they have a special sense of beauty.

"Has anyone noticed? When painting, his eyes will follow the movement of the brush." ​​Someone said in the audience.

"Is this really a mechanical puppet?"

This kind of performance made it impossible for everyone to imagine what the mechanical structure inside the boy's body was like.

At this time, Albert, who was standing on the edge of the platform, was already trembling, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Impossible, without the injection of spirituality, how could a machine do such a complicated thing!"

"You're cheating!"

"There must be a spiritual structure in the body of this puppet!"

"I want to check in person!"

With that, he strode towards Savery.

"return to!"

Suddenly a figure stood up, it was Newcomen with a serious face, he stretched out his right hand, a ring on his finger flashed with light, the next second Albert felt a terrible impact coming towards him .

Immediately, the whole person was blown away by a powerful force.

Whoosh!

A black figure leaped out from the crowd, helping Albert land on the high platform again.

Under the black burqa was Albert's puppet.

"What do you want to do?" Newcomen snorted coldly.

"I want to check that puppet, there must be a secret hidden in its body!"

"Don't be so troublesome. For a fifth-level alchemist, determining the structure of psionic energy in a piece of machinery is a basic ability."

Barry Mendel!

"My puppet has found you, why don't you come up?"

"You psionic school doesn't even have the courage?"

Newcomen sneered loudly.

He was trembling with excitement. Before taking the stage, he risked his future and honor, and wanted to help his students share their responsibilities.

But what I didn't expect was.

Savery really did it, a purely mechanical doll that can walk and paint!

"Swear by your reputation as a fifth-level alchemist, tell everyone present whether there is a psychic circuit in this puppet!"

"No, indeed not."

A thin figure under the stage lifted the hood over his face, revealing his true colors.

At this moment, the two fifth-level spiritual powers secretly collided.

Barry retreated several steps in a row trembling, but Newcomen on the stage straightened up with a slight shock.

Compete with each other.

"You guys won this time." Barry's face was livid.

He originally planned to stimulate Newcomen severely after he succeeded, but now the situation has reversed, and he became himself who was crazily stimulated.

No matter how big the public opinion propaganda was created before, the failure is now as severe as it is.

He glanced at Albert coldly.

"Come on down, let's go!"

Albert's face was pale, and his gaze towards Savery was full of resentment.

"Newcomen, you just won temporarily. It doesn't mean anything. The so-called mechanical school only has you at the fifth level, and you don't have any at the fourth level. Your path still doesn't work!"

"Your student is indeed good, but how long do you think he can last? Losing control may happen at any time."

Barry sneered, his eyes fixed on Savery.

"You still have a long way to go!"

"etc!"

At this time, Savery who was standing on the high platform suddenly spoke.

"Sir, I think you may be mistaken about something."

Savery stood beside the little boy, head held high.

"I was wrong?" Barry laughed dumbfounded.

"I'm a fifth-level alchemist, what is it, you think you, a third-level alchemist, have more say than me?!" Barry's eyes were full of mockery.

"Victory blows your mind."

"You are indeed wrong about one thing, um...you can't say that."

Pretending to think about it, Savery stretched out his right hand, and the bright light flashed on the fingertips.

Wave!

He raised his hand, and the mass of energy that shone like the sun touched his forehead.

"Is he crazy?!" Albert yelled.

boom!

The suppressed energy vented from Savery's brow, and in the terrifying energy, Sigmund vaguely saw a palace made of steel gears.

The violent energy comes and goes quickly.

Only a few seconds later, Savery's face calmly returned to normal.

He looked at Barry again, "Sir, I can now tell you with certainty that there is one thing you got wrong..."

"I am no longer Tier 3."

"It's the fourth rank!"

Crackling!

Powerful energy exploded from Savery's right hand, and the ability penetrated into the little boy's body.

The next second the gears turned, the little boy shook his shoulders and stood up nimbly.

Fourth rank, Puppeteer!