The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Taking a deep breath, Newcomen suppressed the anger in his heart. He noticed that the heads of other countries frequently cast their eyes on him and Scott.

"Master Scott, the matter you just talked about can only be decided by the five permanent committee members. Although you are now at the sixth level, but..." Newcomen glanced at Scott lightly.

"Some things should be decided after you sit in that position." Newcomen chuckled, "Young people always like to think wildly, and sometimes they think too much. Once they get nothing, the pain can make a person go Ape."

Scott's face changed slightly, "Those who have no strength will dream, but for those who have strength, it is only part of the plan."

Newcomen waved his hand, and Scott's attitude also aroused his anger, and his words were unconsciously sharper, "When you sit in that position, you can do whatever you want, before that, do your duty, Do what you can."

"You..." Scott's face rose.

"Master Scott, is there anything else? If not, I'm going to go to rest. I'm not as young as you. I'm getting tired easily when I'm old." He looked up at the sky.

"The sun is about to set, and I won't participate in the game for a while."

The result is already predictable, what are you doing here, enjoying Scott's joy after victory? Despite seeing Scott's research, Newcomen doesn't think he has a chance.

The longer the research time, the more he can understand the mystery hidden in Sigmon's blueprint. He has a hunch that if this thing can be promoted on a large scale, he will completely change the Kingdom of Elam from another angle .

"Wait a minute, Mr. Newcomen!" Scott said.

"You can't leave now. In fact, I came here this time to invite you to participate in the steam engine boat exchange competition for a while."

"Me?" Newcomen froze for a moment.

"I have done very little research on the steam engine ship, and the improvement of the spiritual path cycle is not outstanding. It is meaningless to participate in the so-called competition. Besides, I came here alone, and I don't have the boat to participate in the competition."

"Besides, I really don't understand, what is the significance of this arrangement?" Newcomen evaded.

"Who said you don't have a boat?" Scott turned around suddenly, pointing in a certain direction in the distance.

"The flag of the Royal Academy of Engineering, the number on it is 524. If I remember correctly, it should be the steam engine ship you are in charge of, right?"

In the distant sky, the sun was falling, and the sunlight dyed the sea water red. At the place where the water and the sky meet, a research ship of the Royal Academy of Engineering is approaching here.

what happened? Is it Savery them?

Newcomen's eyes widened. He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the distant ships were instantly magnified. After a few simple glances at Newcomen, he found some abnormalities.

There were extensive repair marks on the bow. He knew this ship too well, and he couldn't hide a simple change from his eyes. The marks on it meant that this ship might have encountered a battle not long ago.

"I gonna go see."

Ignoring Scott, Newcomen's body soared into the air and took the initiative to meet him.

Watching Newcomen's departure, Isaac, who had been laughing with him before, wiped his sweat nervously. Although he is the person in charge of Elan, his status cannot be compared with that of Newcomen Scott.

Not long ago, he had witnessed the two big bosses being gentle and aggressive. At this time, he was about to find an excuse to leave, but Scott stayed behind.

"Master Scott..." The person in charge, Isaac, laughed along with him.

"The competition is about to start, and Mr. Newcomen's research ship also came to the scene to add a quota. After a while, Mr. Newcomen will join me in the competition." Scott ordered, with a round face He had a kind face on his face, but there was a sharpness hidden in his eyes.

"Master, but just now Mr. Newcomen..."

Scott's face suddenly sank, "Do you think I'm avenging myself?"

"No, nothing." The person in charge wiped his sweat frantically.

"Let me simply explain to you, how many do we take part in the exchange meeting every year?"

"We only won once five years ago, and we've been in second place ever since," replied Isaac, the person in charge.

"Very good." Scott took a step forward and patted Isaac on the shoulder, turned his body, and pointed to the other side of the big ship, "Look at the representatives of other countries, economic, military, and commercial. Take the lead."

"This exchange meeting is a rare opportunity for those countries to defeat us, but this year, because of my improvement, they will lose badly. Do you think that as the winners in this situation, will we suffer from other problems? National envy?"

"Yes, it will." Isaac nodded frantically.

"If at this time, they can win another team from Elland while losing to me, then psychologically speaking, will it be easier for them to accept it, and their hostility towards us will also be slightly reduced."

"Should..." The poor person in charge opened his mouth, but seeing Scott's sharp gaze, he changed his mind instantly.

"Should be."

"So it's very simple. Let Mr. Newcomen participate in this competition to maintain a balance. This will make them feel that their loss will not be too ugly. You see, all this is for Elan." Scott smiled Said.

"Go ahead and add Mr. Newcomen's name."

Under pressure, Isaac could only nod and leave in fear.

Adding a name is just a matter of casual mention, but anyone can mention this matter except Scott himself. It didn't take long for him to get a satisfactory answer, and then he picked up his glass and merged into the crowd again .

By this time, Newcomen had landed on the boat and met Savery and Sigmund.

After separating from Sigmund, Savery spent some time upgrading the entire ship, and then avoided possible siege while heading south. In the process, he wasted a lot of time and went round and round a lot.

Sigmund was completely different. There was Paul the octopus leading the way. He drove straight in, and even caught up with Savery and the others not long ago. Came here before the sun went down.

"teacher!"

"Why are you here? And the ship..."

"It's a big deal!" Savery sighed and briefly described what happened, and Sigmund also introduced his experience at the naval base.

"Overall, there is no danger. The matter at the naval base has been resolved. The Duke has sent a fleet to go there. We came here only to worry about subtle changes in the situation here."

Sigmund finally said.

"Scott has succeeded, and the result of the game is doomed." Newcomen sighed, "I'll remind him, and then we'll get out of here."

"Get out of here?" Sigmund looked at Newcomen with a smile on his face, "Can we participate in that so-called competition?"

"Participate in the competition?" Newcomen was stunned.

"Are you kidding? Scott's new steamship is at least faster than our research ship..."

"No, sir." Savery interrupted Newcomen with a smile.

"As a matter of fact we're here, and Scott has nothing to do."

"This ship is fast, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as surpassing an entire era." While talking, Savery took out a stack of papers and handed it over.

"You should see this."