The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"What else do you want to say?" Scott stopped and looked at Newcomen.

"I just want to tell you that no matter it is the exploration of mechanical theory or the research of psionic energy, we are far from the end, and there is not only one of these two directions."

"My steam engine ship won this exchange meeting, but this is only from mechanical exploration and research, and it does not mean that machinery is better than psionic energy in selection. I hope everyone can understand this."

"The debate between the mechanical school and the psionic school has been going on for many years, but it is really unnecessary. We can do better by exploring together."

At this moment, Newcomen looked sincere. He did not attribute his success to mechanical success, but told everyone that these two directions complement each other.

clap clap.

Sigmund clapped his hands quietly, and soon the applause resounded throughout the audience. Although there were still some staunch supporters of the psionic school in the crowd, facts speak louder than words. A purely mechanical steam engine won the race.

Even if he is unwilling, but the results are here, no one dares to refute anything in person. Only Scott, he is the real one who came and returned in disappointment.

Before setting off, he thought that he would shine in this exchange meeting and return to the Kingdom of Elland with everyone's praise and honor, and then he could apply for it.

This will make his superiority a logical thing, not like now, he is the strongest person, but he can only be reduced to a bystander.

Unwilling, Scott walked slowly to the front of Newcomen.

"It doesn't mean anything, I know you always want to promote your own mechanical theory, but Newcomen, I can definitely design a better steam engine." Clenched fist, all negative emotions subsided, Scott Calm again.

"In addition, don't forget your identity. You are an alchemist, and I am a rune master. You are not qualified to guide me in the choice of the road!"

"You said I'm not qualified?" Newcomen smiled, "When did we create a contract like a hunter with muscles, we have to rely on the size of our fists to show ourselves?"

I felt insulted, Sigmund muttered softly.

Class represents the status, but compared with other contracts, the creation contract does pay more attention to theoretical research. Newcomen said this sentence to ridicule Scott for suppressing people with power.

Everyone in the field also smelled the smell of gunpowder. Although this is a loss of identity, Scott is indeed a higher rank, which is irrefutable.

"Focusing on mechanical research and neglecting the use of Spirit Road, in my opinion, this is just a little clever, no wonder you haven't been able to get promoted for so many years, you have taken the wrong path, when will you think about this problem clearly, when you are promoted to rank 6, Please guide me again!"

Leaving the last sentence, Scott turned around handsomely, he looked up, no one in the audience dared to look at him, and at this moment he was extremely regretful.

I shouldn't have come to participate in the so-called exchange meeting in the first place. Once the strength is reached, that position is mine, who dares to gossip?

With determination in his heart, after returning home, he submitted an application to become the youngest resident committee member in the history of Elam, and then he could justifiably make some small reforms as a committee member.

"Hey..." But at this moment, there was a long sigh behind him.

"Scott." Newcommon called him by his first name this time.

"Is grade so important in your eyes?"

"You can't wait to jump out just after being promoted to level 6. I can't wait to tell everyone in the extraordinary world this news. Do you pay more attention to your own exploration, or do you just want to win the praise and applause of others?"

This old man... Sigmon on the side stared straight at him. After being promoted, he carefully disguised for a few months. The opportunity he had been waiting for was finally seized by Newcomen.

Poor Scott, it's not good for you to mention anything, you have to mention your own level, compared to this old guy, you are indeed too tender.

Everyone looked at Newcommon.

The next moment, a wave of spiritual power that belonged to Tier 6 was released from Newcomen's body.

Stable and heavy.

Compared with what Scott once showed, the power released by Newcomen at this time is much heavier. Judging from the speed of promotion after normal promotion, this is at least the spiritual power that can be accumulated after promotion for more than three years.

"Tier 6, Mr. Newcomen is also Tier 6!!"

At this time, the shock of the power change on Newcomen's body exceeded the sum of the previous victory in the game and the excitement brought by the mechanical steam engine.

The seventh-order is too rare, which makes the sixth-order rune master almost the end of everyone's lifelong pursuit of goals.

And here, they witnessed the emergence of a new master.

No, it is not.

Judging from the heaviness of the spiritual power, it took New Kemen more than three years to advance to rank 6.

"Oh my God! He has been silent all the time. What a calm and peaceful heart is needed." Someone said with emotion.

"Yeah, if it was me, I would definitely notify everyone as soon as possible." Hearing this sentence, Scott felt his face redden.

"This is the style of a real master. It can endure loneliness and focus on the exploration of its own field. It may be precisely because of this reason that Master Newcomen was able to design a steam-powered engine with a purely mechanical structure."

"What did Master Scott say just now? Can't you be promoted by focusing on machinery?"

"Shh, be quiet, don't be heard..."

Listening to the discussions around, the blood on Scott's face faded. He opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Newcomen.

"You... Rank 6, when?"

"Is this important, my brain has more things to think about, and it won't remember such a boring question." Newcommon smiled.

"This old man is really one thing in front of others..." Sigmon was unable to complain. He still remembered that when he was promoted, Newcomen almost jumped up and down with excitement.

Really old-fashioned.

"Am I qualified to discuss with you now?" Newcomen asked.

Scott's face was constantly changing, and he even felt that every glance around him was full of ridicule and contempt for him. After all, the embarrassment of a Tier 6 was not common.

"I'm tired." Looking for a random reason, Scott didn't want to stay here any longer, turned around and strode away.

The soft voice of Newcomen came from behind, "Master Scott, I heard that after you go back this time, you are planning to apply for a permanent seat. It's a coincidence that I also have this plan."

A stumble under his feet~www.wuxiamtl.com~Scott took a deep breath and almost tripped over the deck.

Stronger strength, epoch-making design, and brilliant performance at the exchange meeting. The only advantage of the two relatives over him is age, but this little advantage is simply not enough to smooth the gap between the two sides.

The future is already foreseeable, and there is no hope for him in that position.

At this moment, Scott realizes what it means to be a complete failure.

"Calm down, Scott!" Barry encouraged with a complicated expression.

"Although you lose, Newcomen may not win." Barry's eyes flashed inexplicably, "I have a way to make Newcomen suffer a big loss!"

On the other hand, after Scott left, Newcomen instantly received praise and applause from everyone.

The setting sun plunges into the sea, and the lively night has just begun.

Sigmund leaned against the railing, took out a pen and paper, and contacted Ashley who was far away in Abetus.