The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

The carriage stopped, and Newcomen, wearing a long windbreaker, a top hat, and holding a metal cane, walked briskly out of the carriage.

He felt that his body was glowing with new vitality, as if he had become 20 years younger overnight. When he looked up, countless eyes of doubt, admiration or jealousy fell on him.

Newcomen has to admit that he has never been in the spotlight like he is today.

"It's Master Newcomen, here he comes!"

"Master Newcomen is here." Someone shouted, and then a group of people took the initiative to greet him and surrounded him.

There were old friends from his youth, his former students and current colleagues, and some supporters of the psionic school who stood behind the crowd and disagreed with him.

More are ordinary transcendents who silently adhere to the path of the mechanical school but are discriminated against.

From today onwards, the School of Mechanics also gave birth to their sixth-level rune masters, who seemed to have found some kind of destination. These low-level transcendents could better understand that opportunities were hard-won.

There is also growing admiration for Newcomen, the leader.

"Sir, you were promoted to level 6 a few years ago?" Someone asked excitedly.

"Our brains should be used to think about meaningful questions, to explore the path of machinery and psychic energy, rather than to remember these idle trifles." Newcomen habitually pretended.

But the farts of great people are delicious, so his words naturally won a lot of praise and applause.

"Sir, we heard that your purely mechanical steam-powered ship defeated all participating ships from other countries by an absolute advantage in yesterday's competition."

"We also heard that the speed you displayed during the race was not the limit of that steam-powered ship. It is said that the ship was loaded with a lot of parts and cargo. Is that true? What is the limit speed of that ship?" a Dai asked the researcher with thick glasses.

"All limits are meant to be broken." Newcomen smiled, "I told you today that the number is 30, and it may become 32 tomorrow..."

"Don't be obsessed with specific numbers. Only by exploring and researching our knowledge, maintaining enthusiasm, and never being satisfied, can we go further."

"Great!" The crowd applauded.

Not only Newcomen, but even Savery, who was with him, received preferential treatment from everyone. Some people asked him about the special method when he was promoted to the fourth rank, which exaggerated and beautified his deeds back then.

In short, compared with other promoted rune masters, this pair of masters and apprentices has more information to dig out.

At this time, another carriage was parked by the side of the road, and Scott and Barry got down. Seeing the lively scene not far away, Scott couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"Posting old fellow."

"Keep your voice down," Barry reminded.

Scott was a little jealous. After he was promoted to the sixth level, he couldn't wait to announce the news before his spirit was completely stabilized.

Then when he came to the Royal Academy of Engineering, he also enjoyed similar treatment, but the momentum was far worse than that of Newcomen at this time.

After all, it's just a simple promotion, and other people just want to brag and have no material.

But Newcomen's side is completely different. It is a competition and a purely mechanical steam-powered engine. Coupled with forbearance and restraint, what happened in yesterday's exchange meeting has also spread.

In that rumor, Scott, the rune master, became a bluffing, vain junior. As for Newcomen, he was forced to show his true strength when he was teaching Scott.

Comparing the two, the judgment is judged.

At least in terms of force, Scott is more than one step away.

Seeing another party involved, everyone's emotions have obviously restrained a lot. The most important thing is that some sensitive topics cannot be asked in public.

"Good morning, Scott." Newcomen greeted with a smile.

"Newcomen, master!" Scott said subtly without a smile, "Is there something important to return to Abetus in such a hurry?"

"Hehe, it's nothing." Newcomen squeezed the envelope in his pocket tightly.

"It's you, Scott, I thought you'd go out and rest for a while."

"I'm here to submit the application!" Scott raised his voice suddenly, and he took out an envelope, "Application for the replacement of the five senior members!"

Seeing this scene, the commotion in the field immediately became quiet, but soon louder discussions came.

"Replacement application?"

"Does he think he still has a chance?"

"Whether it is strength or prestige, he can't compare with Master Newcomen." Someone whispered.

"I can't say that completely. After all, Scott is younger, and his temporary achievements don't mean anything. In a few years, he may completely surpass Newcomen." Some people have different opinions.

After hearing Scott's words, Newcomen's face tightened, and he exchanged a look with Savery silently.

Both of them are very strange. Normally speaking, it is almost a self-defeating practice for Scott to continue to apply for a replacement seat at this time. He is indeed younger, but it is difficult to define the advantage of age. At the current stage Look, of course hard power is more important.

"Really?" Newcomen smiled.

"I'm also here to submit a replacement application."

"Let's go together, Master Newcomen." Scott's round face was full of smiles, as if yesterday's embarrassment had never happened.

Haha, poor Newcomen, you still don't know what will happen next, Scott lowered his head, his eyes filled with complacency.

He and Barry visited Mr. Milosh last night, and the process went surprisingly smoothly. Just as they thought, Milosh was a supporter of the Psionic School, and Scott had studied under him when he was young. affection.

Helping Scott became a matter of course.

After discussion, Scott decided to take the initiative and submit his own application for abdication first, so that, for whatever reason, Newcomen would follow.

Then, at this time, Milosh came forward and revoked his application for abdication.

Because of Scott's reasons, this will make Milosh's withdrawal of the application justifiable, as if it was really just a whim, rather than deliberately targeting someone.

In this way, at least it will not damage Milosh's reputation, which can be regarded as killing multiple birds with one stone.

As for Scott, he doesn't have any psychological burden. Anyway, with his current reputation, it is impossible to compete head-on to get the qualification to fill the seat.

So under the watchful eyes of everyone, Scott and Newcomen jointly submitted an application for filling the seat.

At this time, the discussion in the crowd about who of the two rune masters could obtain the final qualification to fill the seat also intensified.

Although the psionic school has a greater influence, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Newcomen has an absolute advantage. Some people even counted other cases in previous years to analyze the possibility of Newcomen's qualifications from multiple aspects.

"Master Newcomen, it seems that this seat belongs to you." The result was not immediately available after submitting the application. Seeing that Newcomen wanted to leave, Scott quickly walked in front of him.

"You can't say that, after all, everything is possible before the results are announced." Newcomen maintained his humility.

"Actually, I know that there is no hope for me now." Scott admitted actively, "But I am not a person who takes the initiative to back down, even if there is only a little chance, I will fight for it, just like you said, before the result is announced , anything is possible.”

Scott smiled, "It might be you, it might be me, or other accidents might happen..."

"What do you mean?" Newcomen smelled some conspiracy.

"Nothing interesting, just talking casually."

And just when Newcomen was about to leave, a researcher walked out quickly, "Two masters, please wait a moment!"

The voice of the researcher attracted everyone's attention, and everyone stopped communicating and looked in the direction of the two Newcomen.

Holding two envelopes in their hands, the researcher came to the Newcomen couple with an apologetic face, "Sorry, two masters."

"Just now, we received a personal letter from Commissioner Milos. His physical recovery and mental recovery are also good, so he withdrew the previously issued application for abdication."

"Commissioner Milos said that he is willing to ignite his remnant body and use his last energy to do more things for all the creators of the contract!"

"So I'm sorry, because Commissioner Milosh withdrew the application, so your request to fill the seat..." The researcher looked embarrassed.

"Great!" Scott clapped his hands fiercely.

"Commissioner Milosh's body has recovered! This is great, this is really a lucky day. For all of us who created the contract, Commissioner Milosh can make a greater contribution to us if he persists for one more day!"

"Compared to these, what is my application?" With a sincere smile on Scott's face, he snatched his application form from the researcher.

Stab it!

In front of everyone, he tore his application to pieces.

"This is a day worthy of congratulations! I hope Commissioner Milos is getting better and better." He turned his gaze to Newcomen who was standing aside.

"It's best to stick to this position for another three to five years!" He laughed strangely, "What do you think, Master Newcomen!"

Looking at Scott's expression at this time, Newcomen seemed to understand something. Withdrawing the abdication application, there is no vacant position, and his replacement application has become a joke.

"Teacher..." Savery touched Newcomen's arm, and everyone's eyes fell on Newcomen's face, as if they were waiting for his answer.

Taking back his application form from the researcher, he sighed softly, looked up and saw the glint in Scott's eyes.

Complacent, ridiculed.

Taking a step forward, Scott walked up to Newcomen, and said slowly in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear: "I know what you're thinking."

"That's right, it's all arranged."

"I can't get this position now, and you don't even want to get it. Mr. Milosh has promised me that he will continue to hold this position for a few years. After three or five years, what will you compare with me?"

"Oh, yes, there is one more thing."

"Committee Milosh is drafting a reform plan, it's about the Mechanic School... Do you want to hear it?"

Newcomen clenched his fist, and at this time Scott had already taken a step back, "What's the matter? Master Newcomen, don't you want to hear the news of Mr. Milosh's health?"

"This is good news!" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind.

Newcomen turned his head and saw Sigmund who parted the crowd and strode towards him.

"How do you...?"

Before going to sea, Newcomen gave Sigmund the status of a researcher. Naturally, Sigmon can come and go freely in the Royal Academy of Engineering.

"Teacher, this is good news." With his five keen senses, Sigmund captured the conversation between the two and understood the cause and effect.

He took the application in Newcomen's hand and tore it up.

"Rewrite it."

"Write a normal promotion challenge."

Sigmund raised his finger to a certain direction on the high ground.

"Go and apply for abdication."

"Tell that old guy named Milos that he doesn't have to withdraw his abdication because it doesn't make sense."

"Whether he retreats or not, we intend to overthrow him openly!"