Chapter 253
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Ryan Castle. The study room on the second floor.
Old Fulin held the letter in his hand. He didn't speak for a long time.
Sander who was standing at the table saw his father's expression. He couldn't help but ask: "Father, isn't he in the Temple? What happened?"
Old Fulin was silent for a moment. He handed the letter to him. Sandro couldn't wait to flip through it. Very soon, he was done. His expression changed, and he said hurriedly, "He wants to defend himself in the shrine? Senior architects are senior architects. How can he win against them in the debate? He has joined the Temple for less than a month … This … "
Old Fulin's eyes lit up.
Sandro said: "Can we contact him and ask him to withdraw his defense? This is his first mission after joining the Temple, so he will definitely be watched by all parties. Ever since he won the epoch medal last time, many nobles and wealthy businessmen have come to join our consortium. Although they were all rejected, they still maintain business relations. If something happens to him, the fame and reputation we have just built up will be completely destroyed!"
Old Fulin was silent for a moment: "Do you think he is a person who can't control his emotions?"
Sander was startled. He remembered that Dean always had a calm smile on his face. From the first day he stepped into the Ryan Castle, Dean gave him an unfathomable feeling. The anxiety in his heart calmed down: "Father, do you mean that he has his own plans? Is he sure that he will win his defense? But he has just joined the Temple. He hasn't had the opportunity to come into contact with these things. Even if he is smart, he will be in a weak position when it comes to hard knowledge. I'm worried that he will lose his face after winning the 'epoch' medal. So he will be impulsive. "
"A person who escaped from Thorn Flower Prison will never be an impulsive person. At least the vanity of face won't be able to arouse his impulsive emotions." Old Fulin slowly said: "Although I don't know the purpose of his actions, but he certainly has his own plans. This boy is the most terrible and scheming person I have ever seen. If we give him a few more years then the old foxes of other consortiums may not be his opponent!"
Sander was startled as he saw his father's confident expression.
"Send someone to send a message to him. If there is anything he needs, we will prepare it for him." Old Fulin said.
Sandro hesitated for a moment before replying, "Got it."
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The other consortiums also received the news. But compared to the disappointment of Dean's failure, they were even more disappointed when they saw Dean's impulsive defense. Knowledge could be made up through learning but the mentality needed to grow and accumulate. Even if Dean failed the first month's mission they could understand. After all, the project was broad and profound. It would be good if he could figure out the threshold in a month. Not to mention directly receiving the mission and completing it was already in the category of a genius.
In the Temple of Elements of Church mountain.
Dean returned to his room and continued to work on the production of the lightning rod. Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Dean's lightning rod had come to an end. Only some assembly parts were left. He needed to bring the materials back to his castle and wait for the molten iron to be poured into the mold to condense. Then it would be officially completed.
Dong dong!
There was a knock on the door.
Dean smelled the scent of the previous apprentice knight. He went forward and opened the door. He saw the apprentice knight standing in the doorway with a cautious look. There was a card and a letter in his hand. The apprentice knight was shocked when he saw the door suddenly open. He quickly handed over the things in his hand and said: "This, this is for you."
Dean nodded slightly and took the two things. The card was the pass to enter the Temple. The letter should be a response to his content. Dean's face was cold as he opened the letter and glanced at the time: "Tomorrow morning at seven o 'clock …" He crumpled the letter and threw it into the trash can.
Dean put away the card and turned around to pack up the various materials he had made. He called a carriage outside the castle and returned to his castle.
The carriage was waiting for them to use at any time. Moreover, it was free of charge. It was a small benefit of the identity of an architect.
Black Death Season, April 22nd.
It was 6: 30 in the morning.
Dean took the carriage and drove all the way to the Temple. The Temple was built in the middle of the mountains behind the Church mountain. It was in the middle of the tenth castle and the eleventh castle. It was like a solemn classical cathedral. It covered an area of thousands of square meters. It was extremely spacious and huge. There were two eight-meter-high statues at the entrance. They were holding books in their hands. They were the statues of two outstanding masters in the history of the Temple of Elements. Both of them had won the master lifetime achievement award. They had contributed many works of invention to nourish the civilians and improve the living environment of the people.
Dean got off the carriage and saw more than ten carriages parked outside the Temple. Some of them had noble family flags on them. It seemed that the nobles had spent a lot of money to come here to watch the event.
Dean squinted his eyes as he dusted off his body and calmly walked into the Temple.
"Look, that is the creator of the new textile machine, Dean!"
"It's him!"
Dean was seen by some architects as he came out of the Temple. They immediately called him out to attract more people's attention.
Dean was a little surprised. There was no camera in this era. After all, the plastic film material was manufactured in the last few years. There were only words and no pictures in the newspapers. Unless it was a big news that had to be accompanied with pictures, then they would ask a painter to sketch out the appearance. He didn't expect that so many people would know him. It was obvious that he had attracted a lot of attention and the charm of the 'era' medal.
Dean didn't stop as he saw that people were gathering around him. He quickly walked into the Temple.
The Temple was extremely spacious. There was an empty space in front and rows of neatly arranged seats in the back.
At the moment, half of the seats in the Temple were occupied. There were about two or three hundred people. Dean estimated that most of the people sitting in the last row wouldn't be able to hear the voices in the front.
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