"Teacher."
Diego walked into a laboratory.
This was the Magic Martial Base in Babylon, presided over by the Grant Clan. This laboratory was Lawrence's private room. When Diego walked in, a few assistants delivered a few new magic martial components to Lawrence's hands, and the famous Sequence Master personally inspected and accepted them.
Lawrence was already over fifty years old, and his hair was no longer as thick as it was young, but it was still combed rigorously, just like his meticulous life. He was very tall, and even though he was getting older, his back was still straight. Even Diego was going to be a head shorter when he stood beside him. Lawrence turned around and looked at the student from a wealthy family. He nodded and said, "You're here."
"Teacher, have you taken a look at Beth Cod's design?" Diego, contrary to his usual domineering appearance, tried his best to be humble in front of the Sequence Master.
Lawrence gestured and walked into his private office with Diego.
Closing the door, Lawrence said in a deep voice, "I have to say, peeping into other people's trade secrets is a very immoral act."
"Father said that this meeting must be foolproof. After all, this is a matter of whether we can get enough orders in the first quarter. It's not a bad thing to know this and that. "Diego shrugged.
Lawrence snorted and said, "Karma has its essence, and God is not two parts. Diego, if you want to achieve something in sequence design, you'd better remember what I said. Just like you sealers, everyone takes a different path. The same is true for sequence design. Every work is related to the designer's experience, comprehension, and temperament. This path is lonely. What we need to do is concentrate all of our spiritual will and walk all the way. "
"If you don't forget to peep at your opponent's work, your energy will be divided. If it's light, you won't be able to take care of both. If it's serious, you might even doubt your own work. That's fatal to every designer! "
Lawrence himself was an ordinary person. He didn't ignite a fire seed, nor did he have the slightest bit of Origin Energy. However, his attainments and understanding in sequence design were worthy of being called a giant. Just the fact that he could say this opinion was enough to convince Diego.
A trace of true respect flashed in the eyes of the rich and powerful disciple. He nodded and said, "I promise, there will not be a next time, teacher."
Lawrence nodded his head.
Taking out a portfolio from the drawer and throwing it on the table, Lawrence shook his head and said, "I don't know how much you paid to get this information, but I'm sorry to tell you that your efforts will be in vain."
Diego's eyes turned cold. "Could it be that this plan is fake?"
"No, it's true. The key was that the person who designed this plan was too naive. No, it could be said that his thoughts were too wild and imaginative. When it came to sequence design, a rich imagination was necessary. However, it is difficult to turn unrealistic ideas into practical works. "Lawrence smiled and said," I'm sure this plan didn't come from Hughton. "Lawrence smiled and said," I'm sure this plan didn't come from Hughton. Speaking of which, he is the same as me. He is bound by so-called experience, so the things he and I design must be of a strict and cautious style. "
"We all lack a kind of spirituality, but our things are practical enough." Lawrence patted the file bag and said, "But this one, the designer is imaginative. But I don't think that can be achieved. This set of Blazing Battle Soldiers is an attempt to combine two different magic weapons, the Flame Fighting Rifle and the Honor Barrier, into one set. However, it lacks a medium that can connect the two. This determines that this plan is destined to be a fantasy. "
Diego said excitedly, "In that case, Teacher is already confident that he can defeat Bescot at the auction?"
Lawrence said calmly, "There are always variables in everything. Who can guarantee that everything is under control? I dare not say 100%, but there is still 90%. That old fellow Hughton and I were apprenticed to the same teacher when we were young. He does have some talent in sequence design, but like you, he is also moving towards the world of Origin Energy. This makes his achievements in sequence design far inferior to mine. "
"I'm sure that Bescot will have to withdraw this plan in the end. If Hughton were to preside over it, I could guess what he would do. So, there's nothing to worry about. "
"With teacher's words, I can reply to my father." Diego paused for a moment and said, "Teacher, about the Federation's Academy of Science and Technology?"
"Don't worry, I've already submitted a recommendation letter to the Academy of Science and Technology. If you want to make a name for yourself at this meeting, then entering the Academy of Science and Technology won't be a problem at all. "Lawrence said.
Diego couldn't hide the joy in his eyes. If he could enter the Federation's Academy of Science and Technology, his status in the family would increase by another level.
"By the way, I heard that something happened at Statue of Liberty Harbor yesterday?" Lawrence asked. He rarely cared about current affairs, but this time was an exception.
After all, the shooting down of the Gate of Freedom's airship yesterday was definitely a big deal. Even Diego's expression couldn't help but turn solemn when he heard Lawrence mention it. "Something has indeed happened. And it's a big deal. This time, the Federation and the Gate of Freedom are probably going to fight. Father said that this is not a bad thing. The floating island and the surface will go to war on all fronts, and the demand for armaments will be greater than ever. However, before the business is done, Babylon is already in a state of panic. "
"To be able to attack the Gate of Freedom's airship under such circumstances, who would believe that there are no spies in the Federation? This matter has now been handed over to General Fendi and his' Iron Fist 'Legion. "
Lawrence frowned. "He actually handed it over to Fendi. That general has an unusually bad temper. I think it would be more appropriate to leave this matter to General Silfa's' Black Wings'. "
"I think so too. Black Wings is best at stealth maneuvers. If they were in charge, at least Babylon would look calm on the surface. But if it was an iron fist … "At this point, Diego shook his head.
Black Street.
The old oak bar, located at the edge of the black area, seemed to have some bad contact with the lights, flickering in the dim night. The bar was brightly lit, and bursts of music could be heard. Suddenly, a figure flashed under the bar. A passerby wearing a dark trench coat covered half of his face with a hat. He lowered his head and put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat as he went into the bar.
Immediately, he was surrounded by blazing air and warm cheers.
The Old Oak Bar had expanded a lot in the past two years. The bar included an open-air seat in the corridor outside the door, and there was even a stage in the bar. There were bands performing for a long time, and soul singers, who were famous throughout the island, performed here from time to time.
Tonight, a small performance was being held in the old oak tree, and it was also Edward's farewell party. The news that the soul singer had announced his retirement was puzzling and regrettable. Many small performances like this had been held in a row, and Edward was preparing to hold a large performance at the Venus Hotel to officially withdraw from the Babylonian entertainment industry.
As for the reason, he had always avoided talking about it.
No one knew why.
A passerby in a trench coat quietly went to the bar and ordered a glass of whiskey. At this moment, there were a few dancers dancing on the stage, and Edward happened to be resting at the back of the stage. At this moment, the door of the bar suddenly exploded, and the shattered fragments shot out, causing a few nearby drinkers to be unable to dodge in time. They screamed and fell to the ground, causing quite a bit of chaos. The passers-by in front of the bar hurriedly put down their glasses and tightened their windbreaker hats, wanting to leave.
Suddenly, an invisible pressure enveloped the bar, causing the glasses on the bar to explode one by one. The man sighed and slowly pulled out his hat, revealing a thin face.
At the same time, at the back of the bar, Edward changed into a new costume and walked out of the fitting room. Father Ward leaned to the side and smoked a cigar. He looked at the Maritan youth and said, "Are you leaving Earth?"
Edward didn't hide it from him and nodded, "I've already found a good team."
"I heard it from William. Time flies. In the blink of an eye, two years have passed. " Old Ward took off his cigar and grinned, "Then I can only wish you a pleasant journey. Also, don't get caught again this time."
Edward smiled and said, "No way …"
Suddenly, both of their expressions changed. Both of them felt a powerful aura suddenly appear in the bar. The two of them hurriedly ran out. He saw that the people in the bar were all over the place, and there was an empty space near the bar counter. A man in a trench coat stood beside him, and another man sat on the high chair in front of the bar counter. The man had long flaxen hair parted in the middle, and he wore a black and white striped suit with a purple bow tie at the collar.
He was drinking as if nothing had happened, as if he could feel Old Ward and Edward's gazes. So he turned around and smiled at the two of them, raising his glass in respect. The two of them saw an extremely handsome face. Unfortunately, there was an "X" -shaped scar on this face from the center of his eyebrows to both sides of his cheeks, making this face look somewhat ferocious.
When he saw this face, Old Ward's cigar fell to the ground and he cried out, "Why is General Fendi of the Federation here?"
"Official business. It's just official business. " The long-haired man jumped off the high chair and put his hands in his pockets with a smile on his face. "Tonight, the Iron Fist Legion is on official business. Well, we'll try not to damage your private property. "
Then he looked at the man in the trench coat behind him and said, "Major General Marco, I'm going to arrest you for betraying the Federation. Please don't resist, okay? This is a public place. If you don't cooperate, I'll hurt my head. "
(Three hundred chapters! In the blink of an eye, there were almost a million words. No matter what, this book had to have a thousand chapters to make up for the regret of the previous book. Just sell your cuteness here and ask for subscriptions, red tickets, and tips.)
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