The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"What's wrong, Scott?" Barry noticed the change in Scott's face.

"Mr. Milosh is going to lose!"

"The game is not over yet, why do you say that?"

"The first item has 6 contribution points, the second item has 8 contribution points, and the sum of the two items will give you 14 contribution points. What about Mr. Milosh?"

"He's 17!"

"The difference between the two is only 3 contribution points."

Taking a deep breath, Scott continued: "If I remember correctly, at an internal committee exchange meeting three years ago, Newcomen submitted his research on mechanical theory over the years, and the contribution value given at that time Rating is 3."

"That is to say..." Barry also realized something, "As long as he takes out this theoretical research, he can easily get 3 contribution points, plus the 14 points he got before, the points of him and Mr. Milosh It's exactly the same!"

"Yes." Scott's face was ashen. "According to the rules, as a challenger, Newcomen will win the final victory if the points are equal!"

"He will get the seats of five permanent members!" Barry exhaled.

"We have done so much, are we still going to fail?" At this moment he felt like a clown jumping up and down, turning his head, Newcomen on the high platform looked indifferent.

Milosh, who was standing opposite him, had a gloomy expression.

Obviously he also realized the problem.

Soon there were whispers from the audience, obviously Scott and others were not the only ones who knew the news. When everyone realized that the third design hadn’t been shown yet, Newcomen locked in the result in advance.

Before the meeting, no one thought that Newcomen would win, but now, seeing the indifferent Newcomen on the stage, they realized that from the very beginning, Newcomen was full of confidence.

"Very good." Milosh glanced at Newcomen, "I lost, but I lost to your luck. In the evaluation of the steam engine, the value given by the dean is a lot higher than the others. Cut, and item 2...he shouldn't have expressed his opinion in advance."

Milosh looked resentful.

As the only seventh-order creation contractor in the kingdom and the dean of the Royal Academy of Engineering, Appleyard's influence in this field is beyond doubt.

He gave the evaluation criteria first, and at this time other committee members saw that it was difficult not to be affected.

If the score given is too low, it is basically tantamount to questioning Appleyard's vision in public, and Milosh is naturally a little dissatisfied with this.

"You won, but I will never admit to this assessment!"

Milosh looked at Newcomen, "No matter what others say, in my eyes you are just lucky enough."

"Oh?" Newcomen chuckled.

"It's not over yet. It won't be long before I will let you swallow what I just said." Newcomen glanced at Sigmon and turned to look at Milosh.

"You can underestimate me, but you can't underestimate the designs I submitted."

At this time, Appleyard returned to his position, and the researchers on one side were also preparing to publish the third design submitted by Newcomen.

Staring at the paper in their hands, the researchers on the stage glanced briefly, and then their bodies shook uncontrollably.

He rubbed his eyes, checked repeatedly several times, and even turned his head to carefully observe the expression on Newcomen's face.

"what happened?"

Everyone in the audience looked puzzled.

But then, they saw the four puppets on the other side of the high platform suddenly paralyzed, and even Appleyard who got the information stood up suddenly.

The gears turned, and the four dolls disappeared from the stage, replaced by four old men of different shapes.

As soon as they appeared on the stage, they couldn't wait to rush to Newcomen's side. An old man with a particularly tall and strong figure and a thick red beard grabbed Newcomen's collar.

"The thing on it... this thing...?"

"Get out of the way, you old guy, why can't you even ask questions clearly?!" A person next to him pushed away the red-bearded old man, and the information in his hand almost hit Newcomen's face.

"Have you experimented with the machine on this?!"

"What happened?!" Everyone in the audience looked at each other in blank dismay, and they couldn't figure out why the four committee members who had been grading anonymously in the audience suddenly came to the stage?

At this time, someone noticed that Appleyard on the high platform was sitting on his seat again. He closed his eyes and meditated, and occasionally opened his eyes to scan the materials in his hand, turning a blind eye to the commotion in the field.

"Members, can't you judge the authenticity of this document?" Newcomen asked calmly.

"Of course I can see it!" The red-bearded old man growled with his eyes wide open.

"Andre, what are you doing? What design did Newcomen submit, is it difficult to assess the specific contribution value?" Milosh asked suddenly.

"Difficult? No, it's not difficult at all!" The red-bearded committee member named Andre shook his head, and he glanced at Milosh standing opposite him, "It's nothing to do with you, you lost, Milosh Losh."

"I lost?!"

"Yes, the kind without any suspense." Another person said.

"The evaluation value you gave is...?" Milosh asked unwillingly.

"10."

4 people answered in unison.

"How is this possible?!" Milosh yelled with his eyes wide open, "This is ridiculous, I don't believe it, what is the design he submitted, show me!!"

"I'm sorry, it's a confidential document that only the permanent members can read, Milosh, you are no longer a permanent member." Andre the red beard shook his head seriously.

The conversation of several people caused an uproar.

"10 contribution points, how could there be such an outrageous value." Both Scott and Barry looked unacceptable, and the others in the audience were also at a loss.

There has never been anything like it in history.

"No, there are." Someone shouted loudly.

"It's not in the official records, but someone has described that only those who can truly change the world, this era, or even change the direction of the creation contract... only in this way, are eligible to receive 10 contribution points."

"What was it then?" the crowd asked.

"It's a steam engine."

"What did he do?" asked Milosh on stage, "Newcomen's design redefined the steam engine?"

"No, it's not." A voice came, and Appleyard stood up. "Newcomen created a new machine."

"He called this machine, the internal combustion engine."

"Although this machine is primitive and crude, and its function cannot be compared with the most advanced steam-powered engine, this machine has opened up a new world for us!"

"Smaller size, higher thermal efficiency, unimaginable future development!"

"This machine uses whale oil as the driving force. Through complex and sophisticated design, it converts energy. If this theory is applied to the construction of the spiritual path cycle and the transformation of runes..."

Appleyard's eyes lit up.

"Transform the principle of the machine into a spiritual cycle, and transform the drive of whale oil into the drive of spiritual power and spiritual power!"

"Follow this path to explore..." Apprayalde's voice resounded throughout the audience.

"Level 8, maybe not far away!"

WC!

Seeing this, Sigmund, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat. This scene seemed familiar.

Brother, you are not going to be promoted to the 8th level here, are you?

I can't bear this? !